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

Third floor.

Jiang Hui knelt on one knee and inserted the curved surgical scissors in her hand into the gap between the tiles.

She had already witnessed how sharp these surgical scissors, a core item in the dungeon, were, but this time, she clearly felt the difficulty of the task when using them.

The ground beneath my feet seemed to come alive; beneath the calm floor tiles, something soft and flexible... like flesh was surging forth?

Long before the surgical scissors actually penetrated the flesh, the "flesh" had already sunk deeply, causing the curved surgical scissors to miss repeatedly.

Jiang Hui clicked her tongue softly.

It's almost like clenching an oily egg in your palm; the seemingly fragile shell makes it difficult to pour your full strength into it.

"What is the streamer doing? Didn't he already poke the floor tile?" "Is there something under the tile? Looks like he's spearing fish through water." "Clearing dungeons and the original world is unheard of before; there's no precedent to follow. Streamer, be careful of the dungeon's backlash." "Why are you dawdling and holding us back? If you can't handle it, just blow up the toilet!"

A bead of sweat appeared on Jiang Hui's forehead as she pulled out the surgical scissors once more.

This time, she pried off the entire floor tile. But underneath wasn't the "flesh" she had imagined, but a layer of ordinary cement.

Therefore, the soft and flexible force she felt was not a matter of the physical level.

Jiang Hui bought a pair of glasses from the mall.

Item from the instance: [Energy Tracking Glasses]. It can detect the flow of energy.

Jiang Hui put on her glasses, and this time, she saw.

In a black-and-white, line-drawn landscape, everything lost its color, except for the red reflections that meandered like snakes on the ground, which was composed of black lines and white squares.

Black, white, and red.

Jiang Hui gripped the surgical scissors tightly once more, hovering above the ground as she waited.

Her supernatural abilities spread across her body, her superior dynamic vision pinpointing a red figure. Completely ignoring her previously chosen entry point—the gaps between the tiles—she unhesitatingly channeled all her strength into the tool in her hand and stabbed down hard.

It pierced right into the center of a floor tile.

The once intact and solid floor tiles cracked instantly, and slender, undulating red shadows struggled under the surgical scissors.

At that moment, Jiang Hui seemed to be struck by a painful cry from afar; she seemed to hear the long, drawn-out cry of an injured whale.

In a world composed of pure black and pure white, the red image resembles a desperate serpent, still struggling and writhing.

Jiang Hui's usually steady hands began to tremble for some reason.

Why? She asked herself blankly: Did I do something cruel?

The hospital rooftop.

Gu Xiaoying opened her eyes.

Look at your arm.

On her thin arms, bluish veins meandered beneath the thin skin, running through the centipede-like scars accumulated over the years.

A red dot suddenly appeared on the blue veins, and the next second, the skin ruptured, and blood gushed out.

Gu Xiaoying looked at the clusters of blood with a weary expression, and did not try to cover them with his hands.

It also halted the black mist's preparations for revenge.

Dr. Jiang's clinic.

The skinny guy finally finished filling out the medical record booklet, but he was still worried. He placed his copy and Tang Li's copy side by side, looking at them from left to right and checking them repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

It wasn't until Gu Xiaomei lost her last bit of patience and made some friendly threats that he shakily clutched his manual, closed his eyes, and chose to leave the instance.

Only then did Gu Xiaomei's taut back relax slightly.

Tang Li understood her caution: the skinny man had just overheard "Dr. Jiang's" true identity, and Gu Xiaomei had to make sure he left the instance instead of turning around and telling Dean Lei Hong.

She walked up to her with a smile, about to speak, but suddenly stumbled.

It wasn't her; the entire hospital building was suddenly shaking, but it quickly returned to stability. Only the water glass on Dr. Jiang's desk had been completely overturned, with water meandering under the table.

Tang Li thought that this meant that Nanjiang and Jiang Hui had already completed an operation.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief: judging from the timeline, things seemed to be going relatively smoothly.

Gu Xiaomei helped Tang Li up, and Tang Li was about to thank her when she saw that Gu Xiaomei's face was ashen.

"Tang Li," she suddenly spoke, "since you say that destroying the hospital prevents you from clearing the dungeon, then what are you doing?"

Tang Li suddenly remembered that just now, she had asked Gu Xiaomei if she was worried about being retaliated against by Gu Xiaoying, and she had said...

"He probably doesn't have the time right now."

"—The dungeon... is actually the body of the dungeon boss. He's probably in a lot of pain right now."

"Gu Xiaoying... is it in pain?" Tang Li whispered.

Gu Xiaomei remained silent, but Tang Li could see the almost tangible pain in her eyes.

"But, Gu Xiaomei, this is the last time." Tang Li wanted to hug her.

"The children you saved have found a way to connect the instance to your original world, and now my companions are trying to open that path."

Gu Xiaomei suddenly opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Having struggled in the darkness for so long, her first reaction upon hearing the good news was to doubt her own ears.

Tang Li gazed at her, then reached out and took her arm, calmly catching her almost panicked trembling.

The warmth emanated continuously from those hands.

"—So just hang in there, just a little longer."

"You'll be able to go home then."

Dean's Office.

The floor was covered in a bright red wine, and the room was filled with its aroma.

Sun Ping was still sitting among the broken glass on the floor, coughing.

Dean Lei Hong paced back and forth in his office, repeatedly trying to contact Liu Dan, whose personnel situation was shrouded in mystery.

Each time, Liu Dan's position changed. Each time, Liu Dan told him that she was still hunting Tang Li.

The "adults" who once rode on their heads and swaggered around are now fleeing in a sorry state like stray dogs. At first, just thinking about that scene made Lei Hong want to laugh out loud.

But as the capture took longer and longer, Lei Hong's expression grew increasingly sinister: Why, why haven't we caught her yet!

The supernatural never have the patience to endure.

Sun Ping uttered a cold sentence between coughs: "Getting impatient?"

"Then why don't you take action yourself? Do you prefer to stay in the dean's office like a coward?"

The two have completely broken off their relationship.

The contempt in his tone ignited Lei Hong's anger. The director of the shady private hospital waved his hand, and a needle flew over, sewing Sun Ping's upper and lower lips shut.

Sun Ping struggled, convulsing in pain, his face contorted with agony yet still etched with mockery.

Whispering Private Hospitals Group (50)

Dean Lei Hong: @Liu Dan, the weird HR guy, have you caught him yet?

Liu Dan, whose personal life is a mystery: I'm sorry, Dean, please calm down. Tang Li is too cunning. She has many escape tools on her. Please give me some more time. I will definitely bring her to you!

Lei Hong's chest heaved. If Liu Dan and "Director Cao" were in front of him right now, he would have torn them to shreds.

Sun Ping was speechless, but his earlier mockery still echoed in his ears.

His repeated concessions to the "adult" had already alienated many of his strange employees, so now he could no longer allow a mere pretender player to challenge his authority.

Whispering Private Hospitals Group (50)

Dean Lei Hong: Where are you? I'll go and catch her myself.