Learn one small skill every day

Zhao Wanyang poked her head out of the ward: "Do you even know how to have a conversation? You made her feel really awkward just now, do you know that?"

"do not know."

They even thanked us.

With that, Bai Miao and the other two left the hospital together, leaving behind a bunch of bewildered experts.

How come this person recovered on their own?

When are you going to confront your dad about this?

"A showdown? What showdown?"

Zhao Wanyang stared wide-eyed, but her gaze was directed elsewhere.

"When you were in the hospital, you were probably wondering whether or not to tell your dad who the person who knocked on the door was, right?"

"Come on, I didn't..." Feeling a little uncomfortable under Bai Miao's gaze, Zhao Wanyang pouted, "Okay, a little. I want him to retire early and stop rushing to the front lines. I'm worried about what will happen one day, either me or him. After all, even someone as capable as Hu Muyao almost had a major mishap..."

The sudden appearance of the monster in the reservoir this time really frightened Zhao Wanyang.

Such things will only appear more and more in the real world in the future.

The living conditions of ordinary people will only become more and more dangerous.

If a large-scale curse were to appear one day, wouldn't it directly cause a large number of casualties?

Bai Miao had never had any relatives, so it was difficult for him to understand Zhao Wanyang's feelings at this moment.

Wang Xiang comforted him, "Xiao Zhao, you don't need to worry so much. These things are ultimately probabilistic events. When your father was a policeman, didn't he deal with vicious criminals? Even ordinary people like us can be hit by something falling down while walking on the street."

Bai Miao recalled his unlucky days and added, "There were also the possibility of a gas explosion, stepping on a broken power line, falling into a sewer, or losing control of a car."

Zhao Wanyang couldn't hold back any longer and raised her fist to hit Bai Miao: "Can't you say something normal?!"

After throwing a few punches, Zhao Wanyang let out a breath: "I feel much better now."

"Tell me about what happened in the last dungeon."

Bai Miao smiled helplessly and briefly recounted the events of Yar City.

Zhao Wanyang, on the other hand, was like a curious child, occasionally chiming in with a question.

Wang Xiang was driving, and as he listened to the two people arguing in the back seat, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Professor Wang, it's enough to just drop us off at the station. You have a meeting this afternoon, right?"

"Okay, then I'll head back to school now."

Wang Xiang didn't stand on ceremony; after dropping the two off at the station, he drove away.

"What if you encounter a dungeon with such a coherent storyline, but the next time you enter the dungeon, you don't have the same identity?"

Zhao Wanyang concluded by posing a probing question.

"I don't think so... The system should arrange for consecutive identities in this kind of instance."

Zhao Wanyang shrugged: "Who can say for sure? But there's nothing wrong with you planning based on the continuity of your identity. As for me, I would prefer that my identity is different every time I go in, so that I can focus on what I need to do right now."

“There are beings inside the gate who know our origins; they even know who we originally were.”

"It sounds terrifying."

Is it scary? Bai Miao's mind flashed with Tu Shanqing's face, then he nodded and said, "It is very scary."

"Can I take a look at your psychoanalysis too?"

"Ah."

Bai Miao used psychoanalysis on Zhao Wanyang and also saw Zhao Wanyang's mental body.

"What does it look like? Is it pretty?"

"Don't expect the spiritual form to be good-looking or not."

Bai Miao looked at the monster with seven or eight arms on its back and found it hard to describe it as beautiful.

Even after Bai Miao had seen most of the people in Yar City, Zhao Wanyang's spiritual body was still considered an extremely special existence.

It was clear that the spirit was wearing a white coat, and each arm held a different medical instrument, including a scalpel and a syringe.

Pressed down by the arm behind him, his whole body leaned forward, and his yellow eyes bulged outward.

It can be said that he has a fairly obvious professional orientation, rather than being a simple monster.

Perhaps it's related to her desire to become a doctor?

If the spiritual body is related to inner desires, then why is my spiritual body so fully armed?

Bai Miao realized that he still knew far too little about the spiritual world.

At Zhao Wanyang's insistence, Bai Miao truthfully recounted what he had seen.

"Isn't Professor Wang supposed to be a handsome guy in a suit with an eagle's head and a human body? How come he looks so ugly to me?"

Zhao Wanyang found it hard to believe.

"I don't know either. Let me see what other passersby are doing."

Despite the suspicion of voyeurism, Bai Miao still conducted psychoanalysis on the people who passed by.

"They're all monsters, and none of them are much better looking than you."

However, their spiritual bodies are also mutating in a certain direction.

Some people have exceptionally long arms, and some people have exceptionally large heads.

If this were a game, Zhao Wanyang would be considered a boss monster.

Fortunately, Zhao Wanyang felt much better when she heard that there were other monsters as well, and that they looked like mere nobody.

The bus arrived at the station, and Bai Miao was about to get on when Zhao Wanyang stopped him.

She pointed to the shopping mall in the distance: "It's still early, how about we go shopping for a bit before heading back?"

"Then let's just wander around."

Back in reality, Bai Miao did indeed feel a sense of boredom.

Compared to the bizarre and fantastical world of the dungeon, Bai Miao found the stability of reality quite boring.

But Bai Miao didn't find it boring or bad.

"But wouldn't it be better if the real world became like a game with ten thousand mods?"

Bai Miao suddenly heard a whisper in his ear.

He subconsciously looked around, but didn't see anyone strange.

Did you hear anyone speak just now?

"No, have you been in the dungeon for too long and haven't relaxed yet? Don't worry, I'll take you to the mall for a couple of rounds, and you'll definitely regain your sense of reality soon. You can't go to the dungeon and come out as a misanthrope."

I already have 100 points of mental energy, how could I possibly be experiencing auditory hallucinations?

Bai Miao knew that this was definitely not a mental problem of his own.

psychological problems?

Spending too much time in dungeons has really had a subtle but profound impact on me?

Zhao Wanyang tugged at Bai Miao's sleeve: "Let's go, the light's green."

"Oh... um... okay."

The following afternoon, Bai Miao, led by Zhao Wanyang, went shopping at the mall and played in the arcade. The two even had a few fighting matches.

The electronic sounds and cheers in the arcade did indeed give Bai Miao a sense of living in the real world.

"How about we have dinner at the mall too? You probably can't get KFC in that Victorian-era replica, right? It's on me, so eat as much fried chicken as you want!"

"also……"

Having grown accustomed to Western food, Bai Miao did indeed want to try fast food.

The two ordered two large buckets of cola. Zhao Wanyang took small sips of cola, biting the straw, and said, "Drink up, cola is also the essence of modern industry."

Zhao Wanyang hummed a little tune as she squeezed out tomato sauce and sprinkled chili powder, keeping herself very busy.

Bai Miao also grabbed a piece of fried chicken and started eating it.

The familiar flavors burst forth on the taste buds.

The sensation of carbonated bubbles bursting on the tip of his tongue made Bai Miao unknowingly drink two cups of cola and finish a whole bucket of food all by himself.

They weren't even full yet.

"Slow down, leave me some!"

Despite saying that, Zhao Wanyang still took her phone to the front desk to order more food.

"Phew... junk food really does make you happy."

After the meal, Zhao Wanyang patted her stomach, slumped in her seat, and pointed at Bai Miao's mouth: "There's something on it."

Bai Miao curled his tongue and put a small piece of fried dough into his mouth.

After that meal, that sense of alienation finally disappeared completely.

"Thank you, I finally feel like I'm back in the real world."

"The reason you're like this is definitely because your will isn't strong enough, or there's something in the dungeon that's making you linger. You're probably hiding a lot of details from me, like your landlady. You didn't say whether she was male or female, but she's definitely a pretty girl, isn't she?"

Bai Miao felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help but marvel at how terrifying a woman's intuition could be.

Chapter 206 The Nightmare Returns

Zhao Wanyang's residence is on the same bus line as Bai Miao's, but at a much farther stop.

After Bai Miao got off the train early at his stop, he was about to go upstairs when he happened to run into Hu Muyao, who was going downstairs to throw out the trash.

"You're back? Shouldn't you get some more checkups at the hospital?"

"The check-up is complete, and there's nothing wrong. They said you cured us, thank you."

Hu Muyao hesitated for a moment, then asked, "I heard that you obtained a lot of things inside the door that appeared, and handed them all over for research?"