Buddhist player

Although she didn't know why the other party suddenly wanted to ask this, Qingyi didn't think too much about it. She continued to aimlessly search through the files while repeating what she knew.

In fact, both she and Sister Dao thought the other party's behavior was completely unnecessary. After all, they had previously searched for information about that lord in detail, but they hadn't found anything.

However, since the other party insisted on coming, we let them have their way.

...After all, when she first arrived yesterday, she insisted on coming here to search and look through things.

"You came yesterday too?"

After listening to the other person's story, Bai Chen gave them another look.

"Yes, that's the normal line of thinking after all."

As she continued rummaging through the cabinet, Qing Shiyi nodded.

"Although Sister Dao and the others said they had searched before, they were still a little uneasy if they didn't come over... I guess I felt the same way you did at the time."

"...Who came with you back then?"

After a brief pause, Bai Chen asked the question.

"Sister Dao, what's wrong?"

Turning her head, Qingyi looked at Bai Chen with some confusion.

For some reason, she felt that the other person's attitude had become a bit strange since earlier. He was actively looking through the files and documents before, but now, for some reason, he had put down everything he was doing.

"Next question."

Without intending to answer the other party's question, Bai Chen looked at the girl in front of him, arms crossed, and held up one finger.

"Since your original plan was also to find traces of that lord, why did your thinking change later?"

"Changed? Has it changed?"

Tilting her head, Qingyi looked slightly confused.

"I've looked too, but I can't find anything. Everything about the other person is a mystery. In this situation, trying to find clues by investigating the strange occurrences in the town is a perfectly normal approach, isn't it?"

As darkness fell and the light outside dimmed, the thin, yellowish sunset pierced through the white mist and slanted into the archives room, casting large shadows within.

Looking at the ritual in front of him, Bai Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He initially thought this dungeon would be a typical storyline involving a small town lord, a cult, or a priest, but after finding that photo in the drawer, all his previous assumptions about the dungeon's progression became invalid.

This copy is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

But the question is, where exactly did the problem lie?

"What's wrong? You've been acting a little strange since just now."

Standing in the shadows, Kiyoshi looked directly in his direction.

"Did you find anything in these archives?"

"Discovered something? No, I was just thinking about a question."

Bai Chen subtly took two steps back and raised an eyebrow at Qing Yishi.

"Your control over them isn't complete; there are many limitations. Otherwise, if you had acted from the very beginning, I wouldn't have been able to resist at all. Am I right?"

Qingyi did not reply to his words, but in the next second, a spiked club suddenly appeared in her hand.

Without any hesitation, upon seeing the spiked club, Bai Chen immediately chose to break through the window and escape.

The archives were located on the third floor. The height of three floors was not a problem for him at present, but as soon as he leaned out of the window, a starlight radiating a violent red light fell on him.

In an instant, his body suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

No one knew what kind of magic this was. In addition to his body becoming heavy, even his thoughts paused briefly. Taking advantage of this moment, Qingyi, holding a spiked club, had already arrived at the window.

Seeing the spiked club that was mercilessly hurtling towards him, Bai Chen's brow twitched violently.

He had witnessed the power of the spiked club in the opponent's hand before; even a level 10 or so mist monster could be blasted away with one blow. With his small body of only 110 health points, one blow would take away at least half of his life.

Without any hesitation, the moment his thoughts reconnected, Bai Chen swiftly drew a card from the void.

As the card in his hand shattered, several steel plates weighing hundreds of kilograms appeared on his body the next second.

Under the sudden weight of the object, he was immediately pushed downwards, narrowly avoiding the spiked club.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground and be crushed to death by the hundreds of pounds of iron plates on his body, those iron plates quickly disappeared and turned into a card in his hand.

Even so, because he didn't have time to use his internal energy to protect himself, he still coughed up blood as his back hit the ground hard due to inertia.

It was fortunate that he had improved his physique a lot beforehand; otherwise, this one blow alone would have been enough to render him unable to move.

After temporarily escaping danger, Bai Chen didn't hold back. While rapidly circulating his internal energy throughout his body, he used his "medicine points" to concoct several bottles of paper-drawing potions for himself with exceptional speed.

Although he had stored many of these potions in his backpack, in the current situation, it was undoubtedly faster to synthesize them from the void in his hands, and now was not the time to be stingy with money.

With the use of the potion, his body, which had been so heavy that he could barely move, suddenly felt lighter. With the attribute bonus brought by his internal energy, his mobility had been fully restored.

...but the situation did not get any better as a result.

Since Qing Shiyi and Daoxiaomian had gotten into trouble, it was hard for him to believe that Fatty and Menban were alright. Unlike Qing Shiyi and the others, whom he already knew a little about, he knew nothing about the other two.

All I know is that one of them is a big eater and always has snacks in his hand, while the other is taciturn and, although he is burly, moves like a ghost... a ghost?

Seeing the two hands reaching out from his shadow and firmly gripping his feet, Bai Chen's expression changed instantly. Almost at the same time, a heart-wrenching pain suddenly shot through his stomach... for no apparent reason.

...He suddenly realized that he might have made a fatal mistake.

"Alright... Warrior, Mage, Assassin, plus a Curse Warlock... This group can go on a dungeon."

While inwardly cursing and enduring the churning pain in his stomach, Bai Chen suddenly swung his hand to slash at the two hands that were grabbing his feet. In the process, a sharp cleaver appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Meanwhile, his other hand was not idle either. As his potion points and game coins were rapidly consumed, he created a brand new potion out of thin air.

Fortunately, he had already recorded a lot of the medicinal properties, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to deal with the curse on his body for a while. Although this kind of medicine, which is temporarily created by forcibly stacking medicinal properties, has great side effects, he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

With a single slash, Bai Chen forced the figure in the shadows back, then quickly drank the potion that had been temporarily generated in his hand, and at the same time patted a bottle of transparent liquid onto his body.

Amidst the flying shards of glass, his figure had already vanished from the spot.

Although the description in between seems long, in reality, less than half a minute has passed since he broke the window.

As a byproduct he unintentionally created, the [Transparent Potion] only lasted for less than 20 seconds, but within those 20 seconds, the burst of internal energy was enough for him to temporarily escape from this place.

...temporary.

"Well, another disastrous start."

Inside a residential house, Bai Chen sighed as he looked at the photo in his hand and clutched his stomach.

What he was holding in his hand was a used... [family photo].