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The two hadn't noticed while chatting, but now, looking down, Qing Shiyi's situation was in grave danger.

Although the opponent was indeed very strong, and every swing of his club would inevitably blast away one or two mist monsters, the number of monsters was obviously much greater. While the two of them were chatting, some mist monsters had already arrived at the rooftop.

Even so, Qing Shiyi remained remarkably composed, unharmed. Not only were her clothes completely undamaged, but she also didn't get a single drop of blood or dirt on her body during such close combat.

...At least that's how Bai Chen sees it.

Anyone who looked at him would applaud his bravery in passing through a sea of ​​women without getting tangled in them, but when Bai Chen put on his glasses, they realized just how disheveled he was.

Although it appears unharmed on the surface, the health bar above its head is already in dire straits, and it's already turning red.

...He seemed to understand why the other person had gone to the trouble of making these glasses.

Without the data support provided by these glasses, the other person might have already collapsed, while her teammates were cheering her on...

With a slight blush, Sister Dao quickly picked up her staff. As a wisp of emerald starlight entered the opponent's body, the opponent's previously precarious health bar began to gradually recover.

After glancing at his own hands and pondering for a moment, Bai Chen simply threw several vials of life-restoring potions at the other party.

Compared to Dao Jie's healing magic, his potions, which directly heal life, were clearly more effective. After using more than a dozen vials of potions, the opponent's health bar was instantly restored to full.

As for the glass tube shards scattered all over the ground... Bai Chen didn't think that was a big deal.

"Your product worked very well?"

Seeing his actions, Sister Dao was stunned for a moment.

"Of course, I think you shouldn't waste your magic power, just smash this."

As he spoke, Bai Chen readily pulled out a whole box of recovery potions from his backpack.

"..."

Looking at the two people above who were starting to smash glass pipes in her direction, Qingyi suddenly felt like cursing for some reason.

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This sudden burst of blood mist lasted for almost an hour.

Thanks to the favorable terrain and Qing Shiyi's unparalleled bravery, they managed to hold out until the blood mist receded after smashing two boxes of glass tubes.

It was as if the world had suddenly pressed the pause button. At a certain moment, the fog monsters that had been rushing towards the rooftop suddenly froze, then turned around and retreated rapidly like a tide.

As the crimson mist gradually faded, their figures within the mist became increasingly blurred until they disappeared completely, along with the bloodstains and filth on the ground.

"How's it going? Is the potion working alright?"

After flipping down from the flat roof, Bai Chen asked Qing Yishi a question, somewhat boastfully.

"Would you like to consider ordering some from me? If you buy 1000 tubes or more at once, I'll give you a 99% discount, it's a great deal."

"...Don't throw it at me next time."

She seemed to glare at him, but Qingyi calmly turned her head away.

"Your thing will also heal the monster, and it hurts a lot."

To be honest, she felt that the damage the fog monster had caused her was far less than the damage caused by the two people in front of her.

...So what does it mean when a team fight happens and your teammates deal the most damage to you?

"Ahem... Let's go back first. Judging by the time, Yiwan and the others should be back soon."

Feeling a little guilty under Qing Yishi's resentful gaze, Dao Jie, with a cigarette dangling from her mouth, awkwardly looked away.

Qing Dynasty ritual: "..."

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Because the blood mist would carry away the filth brought by the mist monsters after it dissipated, the town was not much different from before, except that it seemed more deserted.

If Bai Chen and his companions could see a few hurried pedestrians on the road before, they didn't see a single person on the way back to their residence.

However, Dao Jie and Qing Shiyi were used to this. Although the time of appearance was not fixed, those fog monsters would only come out once a day, and they would not need to worry about them for the rest of the day.

When they returned to their lodgings, Fatty and Uncle Door Panel had already gone back, and judging from their demeanor, they had been back for some time.

As for the reason... Bai Chen felt that they couldn't cook a pot of rice in a short time.

"Perfect timing, I have hot pot here."

Looking at the steaming pot of rice on the table, Bai Chen's eyes lit up slightly. He immediately took out a card from his pocket, and the next second, to the astonishment of a fat man squatting in front of the table eating rice and pickled vegetables, a steaming hot pot appeared on the table.

When he left the restaurant earlier, Bai Chen felt it would be a shame to give up the hot pot that was about to be cooked, so he packed it up for him.

"Bro, that's impressive."

The fat man looked him up and down with a surprised expression.

"I didn't expect you to know how to enjoy yourself."

"Man is made of iron, food is made of steel, come, come, sit down, sit down, eat, eat."

Bai Chen pulled out a chair and warmly greeted everyone.

"Don't be shy, make yourselves at home. Just make yourselves at home."

"This has always been my room."

She paused, and Dao Jie's face inexplicably darkened.

"It's okay, I don't mind, you don't need to worry about it."

Bai Chen glanced at the other person and waved his hand magnanimously.

Sister Dao: "..."

She pulled a chair over from the side and quietly sat down at the table—she was almost a completely different person during and outside of battle.

As for Uncle Menban, he remained silent throughout, and Bai Chen only noticed him when he sat down at the table and picked up his bowl and chopsticks.

He has a striking, imposing physique, yet he has a surprisingly low profile, making him a contradictory person.

"...Tell me about your findings."

Dao Jie reached out and scratched her hair, then looked towards the fat man.

"Any new findings from your investigation?"

"Unfortunately, no."

While eating hotpot, the fat man shrugged.

"That person acted perfectly normal, almost unbelievably so, with absolutely no suspicious signs. We were originally planning to tie him up and interrogate him, but then the blood mist appeared, so we had to hide in the shelter with them. What about you?"

"I……"

"Me? We have a plan here."

Before Sister Dao could speak, Bai Chen eagerly interrupted her.

"We're planning to burn down the town and force the lord out. Are you coming?"

Sister Dao: "???"