Wen Shi is the Dungeon Boss?
Could it be that his own words had come true, and he was really about to become a widower?
Xu Jie reacted swiftly, pulling Wen Shi to his side while drawing a short blade from his waist, his eyes cold and sharp: “No medical disputes allowed!”
Rule 3: No medical disputes allowed.
Xu Jie didn’t know what would happen to the two mutated family members under the Instance rules.
But Wen Shi—he wouldn’t leave him to fend for himself.
“You quack! You killed my son, I’ll make you pay!” The mutated family member roared as they charged toward Wen Shi.
Xu Jie raised his short blade, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
But the old man didn’t lunge at Wen Shi—instead, he rushed toward the little girl in the red hood, Shen Shushu, who looked sweet and innocent in her red cloak.
“Stay away!” Shen Shushu cried out in terror, tears welling in her eyes as she turned and fled.
Xu Jie pressed Wen Shi against the wall, shielding him with his own body as a human shield, inwardly relieved: “Thank goodness it wasn’t Wen Shi.”
Wen Shi pushed him away.
“Don’t be afraid,” Xu Jie whispered. “I’ll protect you.”
“Doctor Xu, I’m a man who’s been through countless battles. You’re directing your chivalry to the wrong person. Are you treating me like someone weak and helpless?” Though he said this, Wen Shi felt a flicker of warmth inside.
He didn’t need anyone’s protection.
But it was nice to know that someone cared enough to put him first in a moment of danger.
Wen Shi’s prejudice toward Xu Jie lessened considerably.
“Instinctively protecting someone you like is just human nature,” Xu Jie shifted his position. “By the way, like my mother, I prefer men.”
Wen Shi: “…”
So, you’re gay.
He wasn’t.
Shen Shushu’s terrified screams echoed through the clinic.
Xu Jie paid no attention.
To him, aside from Wen Shi, the lives of others were none of his concern.
Xu Jie was no moral guardian; he didn’t possess a strong sense of morality.
Everyone here, except for the two newcomers, were players who had committed heinous crimes. If they died, so be it.
Xu Jie stood by, watching from the sidelines, but then he saw Wen Shi rush forward to help Shen Shushu.
“Seriously, in a life-or-death Infinite Flow Game, being this kind-hearted will only get you killed faster,” Xu Jie muttered under his breath. “The kind get trampled on.”
Xu Jie twirled his short blade, moving like lightning as he appeared beside Wen Shi in an instant.
He wasn’t there to help Wen Shi kill the mutated family member.
On the contrary.
He was there to kill Shen Shushu.
Once he dealt with the Dungeon Boss, he would take Wen Shi and leave.
But the moment he raised his short blade, Xu Jie’s hand froze in mid-air.
The mutated family member wasn’t just attacking Shen Shushu.
They were also attacking Feng Zhouzhou, the college student who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, Wen Shi, and the mute Taoist priest charging forward with talismans in hand.
Of the six players, only Gu Hua was absent.
Who was the Dungeon Boss?
Xu Jie slowly lowered his short blade.
Wen Shi observed Xu Jie discreetly.
Ever since Xu Jie had impersonated him, Wen Shi had transferred some of his Authority and distributed it equally among every player.
The players’ chances of survival were higher than ever before.
However, it required triggering specific conditions for this to manifest.
Didn’t Xu Jie want to find him?
Then let’s see if Xu Jie had what it took to identify him among the six.
“Come help,” Wen Shi said, shifting his gaze away.
He grabbed Shen Shushu’s hand and pulled her to his side.
The moment he grasped Shen Shushu’s wrist, Wen Shi was surprised—her wrist felt rather thick.
Shen Shushu was so frightened that her legs gave way, her entire body trembling as she broke down in tears, too weak to even crawl.
“Crawl, you useless legs, crawl!” Shen Shushu sobbed, tears and snot streaming down her face.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t fight the mutated family member—it was just that she was too kind-hearted.
She wasn’t afraid either.
It was… just a leg cramp.
Two fists were no match for four hands. Wen Shi could control the old man, but not the old woman.
Just as the old woman lunged at Shen Shushu, her half-meter-long, razor-sharp nails poised to split her in two—
Gu Hua arrived belatedly, sliding in with a kick that sent Shen Shushu tumbling toward the college student and the mute.
Wen Shi was somewhat surprised that the selfish Gu Hua would actually save someone.
But when Gu Hua lured the old woman toward him,
Wen Shi knew this man’s wicked intentions hadn’t died—he was still redirecting trouble, trying to get Wen Shi killed. His heart was smaller than the eye of a needle.
Xu Jie, who had been observing the fight, darkened his expression and was about to intervene.
Suddenly,
the chaotic clinic was swept by a chilling wind, thick fog spreading everywhere, obscuring all vision.
Three seconds later,
the troublemaking patient’s family lay on the ground, limbs shattered and scattered, crimson blood flowing to Wen Shi’s feet, cold and piercing.
Gu Hua gasped sharply, “What happened?”
In broad daylight, while they were following the rules and without any nurse in sight, how could these monsters just die like that?
Shen Shushu and Feng Zhouzhou, the two weaklings, huddled together, vomiting.
The mute waved his arms frantically: “Ah ah ah ah—”
“Stop, I can’t understand you.” Gu Hua wished he could find something to gag the mute.
Aside from Wen Shi and Xu Jie, no one had seen what happened.
“Rule Three: No medical disturbances.” The Player who had turned into a lop-eared rabbit sat on the mute’s shoulder, speaking with an air of aged wisdom:
“The monsters triggered the clinic’s rules and were torn apart by the power of the rules.”
As an experienced Player, the lop-eared rabbit had astonishing observational skills.
“This is the first time I’ve encountered rules that constrain NPCs.” Gu Hua prided himself on being well-traveled, but this was a first for him.
All the Players fell into a terrified silence.
Gu Hua stepped forward, about to say something,
when a fist struck his vulnerable temple, leaving him dizzy and veins bulging on his face.
Before he could even react to seeing that Wen Shi was the one who hit him, a scalpel was pressed against his neck.
The cold blade cut through skin and flesh, stopping just before his artery.
As a surgeon, Wen Shi’s hand was terrifyingly steady, his voice soft:
“Gu Hua, you’ve tried to harm me again and again. Do you think I’m too mild-tempered to kill?”
An indescribable fear surged to its peak. Gu Hua looked at the refined and handsome Wen Shi, feeling he was more terrifying than an SSS Rank Anomaly.
Gu Hua and Wen Shi had no life-or-death grudge.
Wen Shi’s greatest crime was living too beautifully.
Especially in an Infinite Flow Game filled with Specters and dangers at every turn.
Wen Shi’s radiant existence made Gu Hua, struggling desperately to survive, look like a clown.
A rat in the gutter like him, upon seeing a beautiful peacock, didn’t feel admiration—only jealousy and resentment.
He resented others for having what he lacked, his heart unbalanced.
Gu Hua thought darkly that Wen Shi must have sold himself, sleeping with powerful figures to survive this long.
The more malicious his thoughts, the better he felt, and the more he tried to prove the other was exactly the kind of person he imagined.
After Wen Shi killed an S Rank Anomaly,
Gu Hua’s jealousy reached its peak.
He too had once been a young and beautiful boy, forced to submit to various powerful figures just to survive.
Gu Hua had given up on himself until he became what he was now.
Why should Wen Shi be both handsome and capable?
Wen Shi shouldn’t shine so brightly, shouldn’t live so brilliantly, shouldn’t possess everything Gu Hua dreamed of without paying any price.
Wen Shi should be just like him, rotting in a cesspit after despair, trampled by thousands, cursed by tens of thousands.
“You’re something,” Gu Hua thought, his mind severely unbalanced. “If you have the guts… just let me go!”