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

baby?

There's no way a private hospital would have babies... If we're talking about babies, then there's only—

"Meng Wanwan?"

Jiang Hui and Qiu Wanting spoke in unison.

The male player in the jacket said blankly, "Meng Wanwan? No, Meng Wanwan, wasn't she dead a long time ago?"

To the two people inside and outside, this was roughly equivalent to "This player's version is too old to communicate with." Before they could explain further to the man in the jacket, Jiang Hui grabbed his sleeve: "Where did you see that? Take us there!"

……Where?

The male player in the jacket seemed to recall something, his expression grew increasingly terrified, his gaze traveled from Jiang Hui's face to her toes, and finally landed on the soles of his own feet.

His lips trembled.

"Right...right...under our feet."

the other side.

Tang Li squinted and asked Jerry, "Rehabilitation ward? On which floor of the hospital?"

She had memorized the hospital map almost perfectly during this time, but she had never seen the so-called "rehabilitation ward" in either Nannan's game or on the real hospital map.

Jerry opened his mouth, about to speak, but then clutched his neck and knelt down on the ground in pain.

The dean's gag order was finally triggered.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Tang Li's eyes. She squatted down and pressed her fingers against Jerry's head: "Okay, now, stop thinking about telling me the answer to the question."

Dr. Jerry's ferocious expression gradually softened under Tang Li's palm.

"Just look at my hand—is it over there?"

Tang Li slowly raised her hand and suddenly pointed downwards.

Before his throat was gripped again, Jerry finally managed to utter a firm "Yes" from his throat.

The rehabilitation ward was located in the hospital's basement. Tang Li's guess, made through the process of elimination, was confirmed.

"Great," Tang Li thought coldly. She, Qiu Wanting, and Jiang Hui had originally planned to go find the underground ward -104 tonight. Now that the rehabilitation ward was also underground, it saved them commuting time.

The next step is to find a way down into the underground.

"Get some rest," came a gentle, comforting voice from above.

Tang Li left Jerry behind and turned to walk towards the elevator.

at the same time.

"Wait—wait—ah—" "Hilarious! Aren't you two waiting for Tang Li?" "Ten minutes later, Tang Li drew her sword and looked around, bewildered: Where are my teammates?" "I think she'll really yell at you guys when she finds out." "Just came from Tang Li's livestream, wait a minute! The streamer is really on her way!"

"Ah ...

Three people, hand in hand, fell into an endless, dark tunnel. In the middle was the male player in the jacket, flanked by Qiu Wanting and Jiang Hui on either side.

A desperate howl, drawn out by the wind, echoed through the tunnel. The howler…

"What are you yelling about?"

Amidst the howling wind, Jiang Hui screamed at the top of her lungs, "This is—your—superpower!"

Yes, the howler was the male player in the jacket who controlled the three as they fell into the pipe. His name was Lu Dapeng; he had a buzz cut, a thick beard, was tall and burly, with piercing eyes, and his special ability was... [the ability to dig underground tunnels with his toes].

"I'm afraid of heights!" Lu Dapeng cried out in his deep voice.

Jiang Hui shut her mouth, feeling a headache coming on. Then it was Qiu Wanting's turn to speak: "Is there a signal in the tunnel—?"

Lu Dapeng: Huh?

At this moment, perhaps because the tunnel was nearing its end, Qiu Wanting's walkie-talkie finally crackled to life: "Hello?"

Tang Li's voice seemed to come from a great distance, "Is this how you use it...? Is that the sound of the wind or someone screaming? Why didn't Fang Yingjie include an instruction manual when he gave out the props...?"

Yes, the "self-defense prop customer feedback package" that Fang Yingjie gave to Tang Li was a walkie-talkie that could discharge electricity.

It means that if you keep your walkie-talkie in your pocket, it will give you a shock when someone contacts you.

Qiu Wanting brought the walkie-talkie to her lips: "We went underground! We didn't have time to take you with us—"

"Actually, I've wanted to say this for a long time. We should have dropped that Tang Li a long time ago." "Get lost, newbie! Break up! Break up!" "To be honest, a newbie like Tang Li who relies entirely on luck is simply not qualified to follow Jiang Qiu and the others. She'll only be a hindrance in any operation."

"You guys... sigh, why don't you take another look behind you?"

The tunnel narrowed before them, and they were like a ship tossed about in a stormy sea, heading straight for the point that led to the outside world. At the same time, Qiu Wanting silenced the walkie-talkie, and Jiang Hui grabbed Lu Dapeng and covered his mouth with her beard.

The three stumbled and staggered, but quietly gained a foothold on the basement floor of the eerie private hospital.

In a perilous and unknown environment, remaining quiet and vigilant is an instinct that has been written into human genes since ancient times.

"Good evening, everyone."

A calm voice rang out.

Lu Dapeng was startled!

In the thick darkness, only the green light on the green passageway sign above the underground corridor remained dimly lit. Suddenly, the light revealed a silhouette that was definitely not human.

Numerous limbs support the deformed body, and its worm-like torso is divided into two parts, with a male and a female head growing from the chest and abdomen and the neck, respectively.

"Monster, monster!" Lu Dapeng suddenly hugged Qiu Wanting from behind.

Qiu Wanting slapped Lu Dapeng across the face and pushed him away, finding him more frightening than the "monster" in front of her.

A beam of snow-white light suddenly shone, illuminating the eight-legged elevator maintenance worker spider, and Tang Li, who was sitting on the spider's shoulder, waiting for them leisurely.

Have you started using the supernatural as your mount, Tang Li?

Jiang Hui thought with mixed feelings, "If things continue like this, it wouldn't be surprising if everyone, from the supernatural to the common people, believed that you were that person."

Spider bowed respectfully, and Tang Li nimbly jumped off his shoulder, then waved to him: "Go back upstairs and keep watch. I'll call you when I need to go up."

The spider happily agreed and disappeared in a few leaps.

"This is Lu Dapeng, and this is Tang Li." In front of Lu Dapeng, Qiu Wanting casually mentioned the relationship between Tang Li and Spider, and simply introduced the two of them to each other. "Lu Dapeng's ability allows him to travel underground. He found traces of a baby on the first underground floor, and after returning upstairs, he decided to come down again to take another look."

Qiu Wanting's gaze swept past Tang Li's eyes, and the two made eye contact seemingly unintentionally. Tang Li immediately realized that Lu Dapeng was not entirely trustworthy.

"Okay," Tang Li said cheerfully, "Let's start looking then."

"Let's split up," Jiang Hui suggested. "Tang Li and I will be in one group, and you two can search in two different directions."

No one objected, and the four players parted ways. Each carried a flashlight, the white beams of light swaying in the corridor as the two sets of light sources moved away from each other, growing further and further apart.

The corridor was lined with a few scattered doors, all tightly shut, seemingly unused for years. Jiang Hui tried to pry open a lock, pushed the door open, and went inside. The room was cluttered with tables and other miscellaneous items; not only could she find no clues, but she also ended up covered in dust.

As they walked, several minutes passed, and they still found nothing.

The beam of light swept across the dusty ground once more.

Sudden.

Jiang Hui and Tang Li, Qiu Wanting and Lu Dapeng, both groups stopped in their tracks.

A female voice and a male voice rang out simultaneously, in a place where neither could hear the other.

"—There are footprints on the ground."