Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

"Being able to talk means you can communicate. Tell me, what exactly are you?"

"Do you really exist, or are you just a figment of my imagination?"

"What's an illusion! What's real! Can you even tell the difference!" The man-faced sore stopped screaming and instead shouted in a sharp, sarcastic voice, "You can't tell the difference! You don't understand anything! You're a fool! A fool!"

Wei Qingzhou sighed, his expression blank, and said softly, "You're right, I can't tell the difference, I really can't."

"but……"

He picked up the fire axe from the sofa, pressed the blade against the human-faced sore, and revealed a smile that seemed utterly insane to the sore.

"Do you think when I swing this axe, I'll slice off flesh or you?"

"Tch, you little brat, you dare? I'll live and die with you..."

"Do you think I dare?"

Wei Qingzhou grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and applied slight pressure with the fire axe. The sharp blade sliced ​​through his skin, and a trickle of blood seeped out.

"Aaaaaah! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Boy, stop! Stop! You're my master! Don't hurt me! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" the man with the sores cried out pitifully.

"explain."

"Ahem... Actually... um... I don't know what I am, whether it's real or fake, I can't tell."

Continue to press down.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, I really don't know, sob sob sob... I'm probably the human-faced sore that grew after you were bitten by the human-faced rat!"

The man with the facial sore cried out, and drops of scarlet tears rolled down his left leg.

"I doubt you'd dare lie to me."

"Do you know anything else?"

"For example, what is the origin of the Celestial Rift? Why did evil descend upon Earth? What methods can be used to remove the pollution, restore the world and its life forms, or prevent the evil from descending?"

Wei Qingzhou bombarded him with questions like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

The human-faced sore on his left leg left him speechless with astonishment.

"(ºДº*)"

"Um?"

"I...I really, really, really don't know!"

"What use are you?"

"..."

"And stop crying, or you'll give me anemia!"

"oh."

Wei Qingzhou put down the fire axe, wiped away the blood and tears, covered the facial sores with gauze again, bandaged them, and pulled down his trousers.

He was indeed trying to scare people with facial sores.

Because I just poked the human-faced sore's eye with my finger, and it cried its heart out, it shows that it is afraid of pain and timid. So, I can extract information by intimidating it.

After all, we're about to complete the mission and leave the instance world.

How could Wei Qingzhou possibly do something so foolish as to inflict a thousand casualties on the enemy while losing eight hundred of his own?

With only one hour left, why create unnecessary complications?

Unfortunately... the little human-faced sore knows nothing, and can't be expected to be a know-it-all or an old man with a ring.

"Whether it's real pollution or a hallucination, there's nothing we can do about it now. We can only wait until the time is over and we return to the real world."

"If it's a hallucination, it should disappear once you return to normal and your condition improves."

"If it's true... then we'll have to find another way."

Wei Qingzhou exhaled a breath of stale air, packed his backpack, and waited silently.

The last hour was incredibly agonizing.

Almost every second passed.

He was on high alert, his eyes fixed on the countdown in the pop-up window, while his ears were perked up, ready to catch any movement around him.

Any slight disturbance would alert Wei Qingzhou and draw his attention.

Fortunately, the tormenting auditory and visual hallucinations did not recur.

This brought Wei Qingzhou some comfort.

Only half an hour left!

Ten minutes left!

Three minutes left!

Just then, a lazy, alluring meow came from outside the door.

"Meow~"

Then came the sound of footsteps.

Wei Qingzhou was startled and immediately became extremely alert, turning around to look at the door behind the sofa and table.

The sound of a key being inserted into a lock.

"click"

The lock is open.

"Holy crap?!"

Wei Qingzhou's heart almost stopped beating at that moment!

Everyone was completely numb.

The door lock... was opened?!

He gripped the fire axe tightly, staring intently at the door. His previously sluggish brain successfully restarted and began working at high speed again.

There was only one spare key, and it was in his possession.

To unlock it, you either need to pry it open or have a key.

Grandma Zhou lost her key once, so Wei Qingzhou made her a new C-grade lock cylinder.

Obviously, even the most skilled locksmith cannot open a C-grade lock cylinder in a second.

there is only one truth!

The other party has a key to room 304.

"Grandma Zhou?"

Upon arriving at the answer, Wei Qingzhou felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart.

The reason is simple: he doesn't think that a frail old man in his sixties or seventies could run around freely in a terrible apocalypse tainted by evil and fraught with danger.

There's no one outside the door!

At least not a normal human being!

"Thump," "Thump"

The doorknob was turned twice, but because the table and sofa were blocking it, the door didn't budge and couldn't be opened.

The doorknob was turned a few more times before it stopped.

An old and kind voice came from outside:

"Who's inside? Is it Xiao Wei?"

「!?」

Suddenly, all the hairs on Wei Qingzhou's body stood on end, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

It's Grandma Zhou's voice!

"Am I hallucinating? My auditory hallucinations are happening again?!"

"I can't tell the difference, I can't tell the difference at all, damn it!"

"No matter what, guard the gate and absolutely do not let anything from outside in!"

Wei Qingzhou naturally did not respond. He remained silent while using all his strength to brace himself against the sofa with both hands.

"Xiao Wei, what are you doing? I'm Grandma Zhou! Why won't you let me go home?"

Damn it!

You're Grandma Zhou, but I'm still Grandpa Niu!

In moments of terror, Wei Qingzhou could only dispel the fear in his heart by swearing.

"Oh dear, it seems Xiao Wei has gone mad too, he doesn't recognize Grandma Zhou anymore."

"It's alright, I can go in. Grandma Zhou has learned a great skill and is no longer afraid of losing her keys. It's just a door; it can't stop Grandma Zhou."

The voice outside the door grew increasingly kind and gentle.

Upon hearing this, Wei Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

Judging from "Grandma Zhou's" posture, it seems like he, she, or it could come in.

Brute force breakthrough?

Or is it like a ghost, ignoring matter and passing through walls?

Wei Qingzhou finally received the answer.

A tiny fingertip peeked out from the extremely narrow gap between the iron gate and the wall.

The fingernails are rough, grayish, and a bit sharp, which does resemble an old person's fingernails. But the problem is, how could a normal person's hand possibly squeeze into a door crack!

next moment.

A wrinkled, aged, and withered hand slipped smoothly through the crack in the door, as thin as a cicada's wing, light and airy, seemingly weightless, drifting through the air.

"?!"

She touched the table with her thin, paper-like hand and chuckled, "So the table was blocking the door? No problem, Grandma Zhou can squeeze through the crack."

"Wear your mother's clothes!"

Wei Qingzhou, his hair standing on end, glared angrily, swung the fire axe with both arms, and chopped down hard, striking the thin old man's hand.