After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

Tang Li examined each of the corpses one by one.

Without exception, they were all killed by sharp weapons, the wounds all located in vital areas of the body, each strike ruthless and fatal.

The smell of blood mingled with the smell of alcohol.

The deceased were all men in their thirties or forties, whose clothing and appearance were beyond the scope of the lower class. They were pot-bellied, their clothes were disheveled, they had handkerchiefs tucked into their waistbands, and lip rouge smeared on their cheeks. Some of them were still clutching wine cups in their hands even after they died.

Tang Li thought that these people were probably drinking together when they were killed, drunk and having their lives taken while they were having fun.

"How big is the token, and what does it look like?" Tang Li asked, turning around.

Han Zhou liked her straightforwardness and was happy to give her a hint. He took off a waist tag from his waist and waved it at Tang Li: "It's a size smaller than this one."

Tang Li glanced at it, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and thought that the deceased could not have hidden it in his mouth.

The token can only be accessed when the victim is very close, and the victims were all stabbed to death with no chance to struggle.

Therefore, Tang Li first ruled out the three corpses lying on the ground with fatal wounds in their backs.

There are four more. She's not a detective, and she can't figure out anything.

Tang Li sighed, resignedly squatted down, and reached out to touch a man in purple robes. However, she only touched him briefly before abruptly withdrawing her hand.

...They were still soft, the white, greasy flesh still slightly warm. Their bodies hadn't stiffened or cooled down yet; they had only recently died.

That's terrible.

Tang Li pursed her lips, trying to comfort herself in vain, at least this way she wouldn't have to forcefully pry open their stiff knuckles.

Tang Li examined his large hands and then felt his sleeves, but found no token.

next.

There was no token either.

next.

...Tang Li realized something was wrong.

"Host, you..." "Host, what are you doing, host?" "I'm speechless, host, please mind your image." "Host, at your age, we don't recommend..."

"Why are you touching my abs, streamer?!"

The screen was filled with comments, but Tang Li remained unmoved.

Her heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt her chest.

Something's not right. Something's not right!

The person's abdomen was still rising and falling very slightly.

Tang Li felt like her scalp was about to explode: He's still alive!

That so-called "Senior Brother Cai" actually missed one person and didn't kill him completely?

What should she do? Is he conscious? Should she save him? Should she tell Han Zhou?

At that moment, the person's fingers twitched very slightly.

Tang Li's ears rang, and she instinctively turned to the side and squatted down beside the man. She lowered her head, pretending to search his sleeve, but actually blocking the view of the people behind her.

Their hands intertwined at that moment.

The man's hand trembled incessantly as he tried his best to gently slide it across Tang Li's palm.

Help.

Tang Li was covered in cold sweat.

Should she save him?

She didn't need to do anything; Tang Li's thoughts swept through her mind in a jumble, without her even needing to take any risks.

She simply pretended not to see it, pretended not to realize that the person was still alive. It was Senior Brother Cai's fault that he wasn't completely dead, and she was just a four or five-year-old child. Even if they later discovered that a body was missing, who could hold her responsible?

The cultural upbringing she received over the past twenty years has permeated her very being, deeply instilling in her a sense of goodness, and the weight of life constantly weighs heavily on her heart.

The man half-opened his eyes, and Tang Li realized that he was actually a young man.

His pale face was devoid of color, like that of a naive rich young master who had only gone out for a night of drinking and who never expected to end up in such a state.

The young man looked at Tang Li with sorrow, like a wounded deer that had fallen into a trap, a tear welling up in the corner of his eye, silently pleading for the pity of a little girl.

Tang Li involuntarily bit down on the soft flesh inside her cheek, her mind in turmoil.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of something new out of the corner of her eye.

Perhaps because of the way he fell, Tang Li couldn't see the man's wounds; she could only see that his body was covered in blood, just like the other corpses.

But a hard object bulged out on the side of his waist. Tang Li had experience from the previous dungeon, and the folds created by that hard object looked so familiar. He was clearly hiding a dagger.

Tang Li suddenly paused, a chill running down her spine from the back of her head.

Is this person really as weak as he appears?

Is there a survivor lying here on the verge of death, or is there an avenger lurking among the corpses, ready to strike? Is he enduring his severe injuries to survive, or is he lying in wait, disguising himself as a corpse to track down the assassin's lair, with other schemes in mind?

If it's the latter, then she's so close to him, what if she really doesn't do what he wants...

Tang Li felt a chill run through her body: her life was in this person's hands.

A jumble of thoughts raged in Tang Li's ears. Logically and emotionally, she knew she had no other choice. She had to take a gamble, let him go, and continue with her own task: searching for the missing token.

If he is indeed as capable as she suspects, then she hopes he will be more discreet in his actions and avoid causing her trouble.

Just then, the man's hand moved again.

Under Tang Li's cover, he quietly pushed something out of his sleeve.

It was made of wood, and its shape looked somewhat familiar, though it was a size smaller than the one worn by King Zhou of Han.

—It was that missing token.

The young man seemed flustered by Tang Li's silence and hesitation. In order to get her to cooperate, he took the initiative to give her the token.

"I see," Tang Li thought.

Now, all she has to do is pick up that token and she'll be done.

With no further reason to hesitate, Tang Li blinked silently, as if she had made a deal with the young man without making a sound.

The little girl picked up the token and stood up.

The young man behind her suddenly relaxed and closed his eyes again.

Tang Li smiled happily, raised the token in her hand, and shook it almost boastfully at Han Zhou and the others.

Han Zhou watched lazily with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. When he saw that Tang Li had completed the task, he simply beckoned to her with his finger, signaling her to hand over the token.

Tang Li's path was blocked by the young man's two long legs. Just now, out of respect for the deceased, Tang Li had been subconsciously walking around the corpse, but at this moment, she stepped heavily over it without hesitation.

The young man seemed to fully understand her meaning, remaining motionless on the ground, further solidifying his identity as a "corpse".

Tang Li came to Han Zhou's side, handed him the token, and grabbed his clothes without hesitation, telling him to cover half of her body.

Han Zhou raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes fixed on her: "Well done..."

The little girl did not show the same joyful smile as before; she stared at him with her dark eyes, her expressionless face blank.

The little hand pointed towards the courtyard, towards the young man.

A clear, childlike voice: "I'm scared."

"—There is someone there, and he is still alive."