[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Anyone who has played games knows that NPC requests often represent the issuance of tasks and a large number of benefits after completion. It is indeed the only way to upgrade, gain experience, and even clear the game! But Ximen Chuxue and the others have never played games! Seeing that woman's arrogant and self-righteous tone makes people angry!
Kasha crossed his arms with an arrogant attitude. Just as he was about to issue a task, he was ruthlessly rebuked before he could even open his mouth.

Lin Xian'er sneered: "Is this the attitude of people here when they ask others to do things for them?"

Shi Guanyin sneered and poured all the unfinished beans in the pot on Kasha's face: "Even pigs won't eat this kind of thing, and you still dare to take money? You took my money and you still want me to do something for you?"

Ximen Chuxue didn't say anything, and he really didn't have the energy to say anything. He had been killing monsters all night. Lin Xian'er could still play a supporting role at the beginning, but later on, she did nothing but huddle behind him and scream - let's just say she was cheering him on, and she was just holding a torch to light up the place, which was of no use.

The cave was deep and extremely dangerous. His injuries were serious. The cloth used for bandages was torn from his inner clothes, and his pure white outer clothes were already dirty beyond recognition. The blood mixed with dust and sweat gave off an unpleasant smell.

There's nothing to change into. The clothes people here wear are even more tattered than mine.

The shack was still filled with moisture, and the felt on the floor was sticky and dirty, with countless sand and insects hiding inside. It stank worse than a rotting corpse. Ximen Chuxue took a deep breath and lay down on the floor with his eyes closed. He thought he would have a hard time falling asleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the sky darkened and the world spun around. His body felt like it was falling from the clouds, and he soon lost consciousness.

In a daze, Ximen Chuxue vaguely felt that there was someone lying beside him. As soon as that person lay down, he put his arms around him and pressed his body against him. The touch was soft and not uncomfortable. He was too lazy to care who was taking advantage of him while he was sleeping, so he just let it be.

Not knowing how long he had slept, Ximen Chuxue suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel a sharp pain in his abdomen, which penetrated his drowsy dream, as if a dull and rusty spear had suddenly stabbed into his body, twisting his flesh and blood. He woke up completely, with beads of sweat rolling down his face.

He sat up with difficulty, but the space beside him was already empty.

After taking two breaths, he found the sword at his hand. He used the sword to prop himself up on the ground and walked out.

It was already evening.

Lin Xian'er was in Warriv's tent. When Ximen Chuxue found her, she had not yet had time to put on her clothes. The severe pain left her without the strength to even scream or struggle. Her face was as pale as wax paper and her whole body was shaking.

"Shi Guanyin...she has been out for two hours...something must have happened...you...you hurry up..."

Of course they had to hurry. Just looking at the pain as if their bodies were being cut open, if they didn't hurry up, none of them would survive.

What else can Ximen Chuxue do?
Just as he was about to go out, he was stopped by Akara.

"Your injuries are too severe."

Ximen Chuixue was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, but Akara was still stubbornly trying to stop him: "Why don't you come to me to buy recovery potions when you are so seriously injured? Are you keeping the scars as a badge of bravery?"

At that moment, Ximen Chuxue's expression was so subtle that it was hard to describe.

"I do not have money."

God knows how complicated Ximen Chuxue's mood was when he said this.

Akara's expression was even more indescribable than his: "Aren't you a foreign warrior?"

"Do outside warriors have to be rich?"

"When you were saving the hell demons, didn't you search their bodies? Demons always love gold coins. My holy angel, you don't even have any money."

Ximen Chuxue simply didn't know what to say. He had been in the underworld since he was fourteen, and had killed countless people until now, but he had never taken money from the dead! How could such shameless behavior seem to be taken for granted in this world?
Akara was still very kind. She took out a small bottle of red potion from her pocket and said, "Try it. It can heal your injuries."

Ximen Chuxue did not hesitate, pulled out the cork and drank it all.

The good news is, this stuff isn't particularly bad to drink.

Bad news, this definitely smells like blood.

He rolled his throat several times before he stopped himself from vomiting. Soon, the potion took effect and the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. As expected, not even a scar was left.

Akara looked at him with a smile that was compassionate and sacred. "I heard that you and your companions killed all the monsters in the evil cave last night, allowing the holy light to shine on that land again. These potions are given to you. I thought your friends might be able to use them too."

Man's fall often happens in an instant.

When did an aloof person like Ximen Chuxue start to steal money from dead bodies?

Is it when you have no idea about the next meal after the last one?
Is it when you are ragged and penniless?
Or when you have no money to buy life-saving medicine and can only shamelessly accept other people’s things for free?
The fall is often vertical.

When he crossed the bloody wasteland and came to the icy plains, he not only stole gold coins from the corpses, but also picked up two good-looking swords and a broken ruby.

It's raining again. It seems to rain all the time here. Is it a sad song for someone's death? The road ahead is unclear. It seems that no matter how I look at it, I can't avoid the word death.

Ximen Chuxue never feared death. If he did, he would never have practiced his sword skills, which were only for attack and not defense, to the level of being unrivaled in the world.
Not fearing death does not mean that he can die at any time. He can die, he can die under the sword of his opponent, he can die on the way to hunt down the murderer four times a year, or on a snowy night with biting cold wind or a sunny day, but he cannot die here!

He couldn't die in this ridiculous game, couldn't die at the hands of these monsters. Dying here would only make his death worthless!
Three naked female corpses with their eyes open hung on the dry black branches, with their heads tilted high up. In the dark rainy night, they swayed slowly with the sound of crows' hooves and the low cries of monsters.

The drizzle fell on the corpses, a series of water drops slid down the worn-out clothes and armor, without a single drop of blood. The blood of these hung corpses had long dried up, the wounds were old, and the bodies were so rotten that their faces could not be seen clearly.

If Lin Xian'er were here, she would definitely scream again. Not only her, but anyone who sees such a scene would inevitably feel a sense of grief. The same goes for Ximen Chuxue. He has always been very confident in his swordsmanship, and he always felt that he was invincible. But now he has a sense of powerlessness, especially after hearing the story of the warrior who once fought against the Demon King.

The warriors in the story defeated the devil, but eventually they all degenerated into demons, shooting arrows at their former sisters. What about me? Maybe before long, my body will be hung on a tree for those who come after me to see, or I will also become a demon and become the target of the next tasker.

church.

The church in the cemetery.

Countless skeleton soldiers rushed forward waving sickles in their hands, not afraid of pain or death.

Of course they are not afraid of death. They come from hell. As long as there are necromancers, they can be called back to the world of the living infinitely.

This place is called the "Boneyard" by the humans in the shelter.

Here, Ximen Chuxue saw the seriously injured and unconscious Shi Guanyin, as well as the warrior in the story who defeated the devil but fell into a demon after death.

Her name is Xuewu, a former female Rogue warrior.

……

C City People’s Hospital.

Lin Shiyin was lying on the bed, with a completely unfamiliar instrument beside her. A long wire was connected to a handle roller, moving across her bulging belly. She was a little embarrassed and her face turned completely red.

After a long time, the doctor wearing a mask took back the small wheel, stuffed a large ball of tissues into her hand, and said, "The baby is very healthy. It is normal to have spotting at this time of birth. I think the due date is in the next few days. Relax and be happy. I am here for you."

Lin Shiyin slowly stood up with the help of the bed. The doctor was still mumbling: "I don't know what you are thinking. What do your family members do? The child is so big, why haven't you done a prenatal checkup? Even the file... Forget it, the file is not needed now. Go back and lie down for a while."

Lin Shiyin's face turned pale and then red. She wanted to say something several times but stopped herself. In the end, she said nothing and walked out slowly, holding her waist.

Chu Liuxiang and Shen Bijun were waiting outside. When they saw her come out, they both stepped forward and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Lin Shiyin forced a smile: "It's nothing, the baby will be born in the next two days."

The doctor followed and walked out, saying, "You go back to the ward first. I'll give a few more instructions to the family members." The doctor let out a breath slowly until Lin Shiyin was far away. He glanced at Chu Liuxiang and Shen Bijun and said, "Which one of you is the family member of the pregnant woman?"

Neither of them said anything, and the doctor understood: "Did you two save her on the road?"

Still no one said anything, the doctor got angry and stamped his feet: "Say something!"

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, stood up and said, "She is my friend, is there any problem?"

"It's a big problem!" The doctor took off his mask, revealing a young face, so young that you would never see a doctor of this age in a Grade A hospital.

Of course, she couldn't be considered a doctor yet, because the day before the zombie outbreak, she was still a junior in medical school, losing a lot of hair because of the final exam, and she had only learned half of the entire Blue Ocean. She had only seen the most basic clinical medical records on the teacher's PPT, and she only had to look up the instructions for using B-ultrasound.

Of course, at this point, no one could accuse her of practicing medicine illegally, because she was the only person in the entire hospital who could help pregnant women in labor survive the brink of death.

When Guan Minghui thought of this, she felt under tremendous pressure!

"You all know the current situation in the hospital. The delivery room and equipment are in another building. So while the mother hasn't gone into labor yet, I'll have to trouble you to clean up the zombies over there. There are no medicines here, so they need to be cleaned up as well. Also, I heard that many mothers don't have milk three days after giving birth, and she probably doesn't have it either. So, diapers, infant formula, and bottles all have to be bought from a maternity and baby store..." As he spoke, the young doctor's eyes turned red. He squatted down in pain and hugged himself: "I'm really not studying obstetrics and gynecology! What should I do if something goes wrong? Two lives are at stake!"

Shen Bijun was just about to say something to comfort her, but as soon as she bent over, she felt dizzy and nauseous, and vomited all over the floor.

Chu Liuxiang hurriedly stroked her back and asked worriedly, "But where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Guan Minghui raised her head abruptly, her pupils trembling: "Are you also pregnant?"

——In City C, zombies have surrounded the city. Only one in ten of the tens of millions of people are left. It has been three months.

(End of this chapter)