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

Dean's Office.

As if to prove his strategic brilliance and fearlessness, the dean deliberately defied the bald, burly man's advice and casually left him and Sun Ping in the unguarded dean's office.

Before leaving, he even thoughtfully tossed the bald, burly man to a spot not far from Sun Ping.

"Now, you're on the same starting line." Lei Hong looked at the two men, both covered in blood and unable to get up, with satisfaction. "I hope you can settle things before I get back."

"I will give some reward to the only survivor. I will reward him for walking out of my dean's office alive."

The bald, burly man kept his head bowed, as if he had given up all hope of survival.

Sun Ping stared intently at Lei Hong, making no attempt to hide the hatred on his face.

"Oh, right." Lei Hong seemed to remember something again, waved his hand, and four scalpels pierced through the hands of the two people again.

As blood spurted out, Lei Hong chuckled, "Now you can't escape the instance by submitting the rule appendix, can you?"

After he finished speaking, he shook his head, reveling in the cruelty he had meticulously planned, and leisurely left the dean's office.

"That's satisfying! The player's trash is finally going to die in the trash heap!" "Isn't Brother Sun supposed to be awesome? Go, Brother Sun! Kill the boss, smash through the dungeon!" "I believe Brother Sun can definitely turn things around! Brother Sun, can I inherit your legacy?" "Hahahaha, what legacy does Brother Sun have? His mechanical eye?"

Sun Ping's live stream was filled with biting satire. This kind of backstabbing and flattery was the norm in these bizarre live streams.

"Bald guy," Sun Ping said hoarsely, "do you still have any points? We need to gather enough points to repair one hand. Each of us needs to fill out two rule appendices and leave the instance."

Just in case, he kept the razor blade in his mouth. After the dean left, he was finally able to use the blade to cut the stitches in his mouth.

The comments are right, he's out of points. So now, humbling himself and cooperating with the bald guy is the most sensible choice.

The bald man kept his head bowed and ignored him.

Sun Ping panicked: "You're not still dreaming that the dean will let you off the hook, are you? How naive! He won't let any of us go! Don't you know how cunning the Ghostly One is?"

The bald man slowly raised his head. He didn't open his mouth, but the voice came from his chest: "I know."

The bald man staggered to his feet from the wall, seemingly oblivious to the pain, and forcefully crawled his body out from under the scalpel.

He turned to look at Sun Ping.

Sun Ping was horrified to see his face clearly: from the empty eye socket, clusters of black mist were now radiating outwards. The black mist climbed across his face, almost solidifying, like tentacles, or like the tendrils of some kind of climbing vine.

Sun Ping's live stream.

"Speaking of which, has anyone been to Baldy's livestream lately? I can't find him anywhere. (This comment has been blocked from other streamers due to privacy concerns.)"

Old archives room.

Dr. Jerry stopped three steps away from her; she could smell the blood on him.

The spider has left, and the dean is on his way. Tang Li is caught between a rock and a hard place, with nowhere to retreat.

"My lord, I must thank you for that drop of blood."

"By paying a price, we can track your location with blood."

Dr. Jerry smiled, but his tone suddenly turned somber. "However, I heard you're a new player, so you probably don't know this, do you?"

Tang Li blinked slowly.

With nowhere to retreat, she took a step forward to face Dr. Jerry.

"Dr. Jerry," she said calmly, "I hope you realize that when you were being chased and attacked by players, if I hadn't announced the correctness of all the rules over the loudspeaker, allowing players to escape the instance—"

"You were already killed long ago."

Take the second step forward. It's almost there.

"So," Tang Li tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting Dr. Jerry's bloodshot eyes without flinching, "is this how you speak to your savior?"

"Ah, that tone again," Dr. Jerry looked at Tang Li, his body almost convulsing with excitement. "That tone of treating me like trash again! This is wonderful, this is insane, my lord..."

His eyes gleamed, and he opened his arms as if to embrace Tang Li, or perhaps to strangle her. "To thank you, I killed—Aa ...

Take the third step forward. Tang Li gently nestled into Dr. Jerry's arms.

Dr. Jerry didn't finish his sentence.

The immense pain had overwhelmed his mind.

Tang Li stepped into his arms, her long, slender fingers touching his chest, pressing against the wound in his most exposed, fatal spot. The merciful adult had given her follower a precious gift; she took a book folded into small pieces from her pocket and tucked it deep into the follower's most gruesome and severe wound.

Fortunately, she retrieved the page after dealing with Director Cao that morning.

Like pouring hot oil and coarse salt over a lacerated wound, Dr. Jerry collapsed to the ground, digging his fingers deep into his wound and scratching. But the moment his fingertips touched the foreign object inside, a new fire of pain ignited within him.

Like an insect that has ingested poison, Dr. Jerry curled up and rolled on the ground. At the same time, he strained to lift his head and howled at Tang Lizhou, "You, you..."

The item [Imprisonment Rope] was successfully used.

The item [Michelin Three-Star Poison] was successfully used.

The item [Return to Tranquil Sleep Technique] has been successfully used.

……

Before he could even finish his first curse, various dungeon items were already splattering all over Dr. Jerry's face.

Tang Li has a good habit. When it's her turn, she's never hesitant to stall for time with the most words. But if it's Guiyi's turn to speak, she won't listen to a single word of nonsense from the enemy.

"Is this the streamer's first 1v1 match against a weirdo?" "What a waste! Why use so many items on such a fragile weirdo?" "It's like watching another episode of Tang Li applying ointment." "The streamer is being extravagant, I'm reporting him." "The streamer looks like that person who saw a bug for the first time, picking up their laptop to swat a cockroach..."

Dr. Jerry lay motionless on the ground, seemingly barely breathing.

Tang Li stepped lightly over Dr. Jerry's corpse... Xiao Mei's warning voice continued to play in her earpiece; she had to hurry.

Fighting basin.

Last time, in order to escape Sun Ping's pursuit, she desperately flipped the entire basin onto Sun Ping.

Now, the basin remains overturned, lying unremarkably on the ground.

Tang Li had some doubts in her heart.

Isn't it a core prop of the hospital? Why does it look so neglected?

Xiao Mei explained to Tang Li through the earpiece: "The core item of the dungeon is an extension of the dungeon boss's will. In the Ghost Story Private Hospital, only people approved by Gu Xiaoying can move it."

Tang Li blinked, recalling that Old Yan, who had previously guarded the archives, had indeed never dared to touch the basin.

Tang Li carefully turned the basin over. It felt warm and slightly cool to the touch. She didn't know what material the basin was made of, but it seemed different from ordinary pottery or clay basins. It was white, as if it was pieced together from multiple pieces of hard white material, polished to a mirror-like shine.

Inside the basin, the layer of red sand that had been laid out earlier was still there; even if it were poured out, not a single grain of sand would fall outside. However, the corpses of the small insects from before had completely disappeared, as if they had been absorbed by the basin as nutrients.

Tang Li stared at the basin, her eyes serious.

She had already guessed that the crab-shell-like creature she had seen earlier was Jiang Hui, and the mantis that tirelessly helped the insects smuggle across the border was Qiu Wanting.

But now.

How is she supposed to get in?