Xu Jie’s mouth was practically grinning from ear to ear at the sight of hope.
After the scream, he was so angry his mouth twisted.
Wen Shi had run off.
Run off!
He ran off to deal with the scream.
“Better to tear down ten temples than break up a marriage,” Xu Jie gritted his teeth:
“Do these Players have any self-awareness at all? Getting scared out of their wits in an F Rank Instance—what’s the point of playing games then?
Go home, kid, just go home!”
Despite his words, Xu Jie was worried the Dungeon Boss might harm Wen Shi, so he quickly followed.
However, he didn’t show himself in front of the Players, choosing instead to observe from the shadows.
“Brother Wen, weren’t you supposed to come out with Shen Shushu to get medicine for menstrual cramps?” Feng Zhouzhou, clinging to the door in terror, was the one who had let out that blood-curdling scream.
The commotion downstairs hadn’t initially alarmed the Players.
Mainly because Gu Hua and the rabbit were arguing so fiercely they nearly shook the building apart.
It wasn’t until Shen Shushu’s death scream that everyone came down to investigate.
Feng Zhouzhou was the first to rush over. Seeing the bizarre and disgusting scene, his body triggered a defense mechanism under extreme fear, letting out a sharp, piercing shriek to reduce the emotional impact of the visual shock. Otherwise, he would have been scared to death.
“He’s a man,” Wen Shi said. “Men don’t get menstrual cramps.”
Gu Hua’s hands moved faster than his brain—he yanked down Shen Shushu’s pants. Upon confirming that the other had a penis, and one larger than his own at that,
he couldn’t help but compare, then felt like a pervert himself and hurriedly averted his gaze, only to see the mute and Feng Zhouzhou simultaneously looking at his lower half.
Great!
He wasn’t the only pervert!
Wen Shi gave a faint, indifferent glance, his heart completely unmoved.
The lop-eared rabbit’s eyes widened, then closed, before quickly reopening as if nothing had happened.
Wen Shi briefly recounted what had happened after the two of them came downstairs, omitting Shen Shushu’s “wife” and the mutated patient.
“Case solved, we can all survive now,” Gu Hua instantly transformed into a grade-school detective:
“I knew it—how could a woman be that tall? Turns out it was a cross-dressing pervert. Right, Mute?”
The mute shook his head.
“See, even Mute agrees with me,” Gu Hua declared conclusively, then added with lingering fear, “Luckily it wasn’t Feng Zhouzhou who accompanied him, or he’d be the dead one.”
The mute: “…”
After saying this, Gu Hua turned to Wen Shi with an ingratiating smile: “You’re different. You’re mighty and strong, majestic and extraordinary, powerful and boundless, awe-inspiring and domineering, dignified and imposing, wafer biscuit…”
He ran through every “wei”-starting idiom he could think of.
To take someone out of an Instance, someone else had to stay behind as a replacement.
Shen Shushu had chosen Feng Zhouzhou—a New Player who didn’t understand the rules and had no special traits, making him the perfect substitute for Shen Ling.
Who would have thought Feng Zhouzhou would be dragged along by Gu Hua, bound to his side?
Though he was a jinx,
his luck was truly astonishing.
Shen Shushu settled for Wen Shi as the next choice.
Wen Shi was astounded by Gu Hua’s ability to shift with the wind.
Just a few days ago, Gu Hua had been dead set on getting him killed.
Now he was already brown-nosing.
This guy had truly mastered the art of shameless persistence.
“Let the nurse confirm whether it was Shen Shushu causing trouble last night,” the lop-eared rabbit instructed Feng Zhouzhou to put pants on the corpse and sent the mute to fetch someone.
The nurse arrived quickly, swinging her hammer even faster. In a few blows, she smashed the corpse to pieces, then dragged the mangled limbs away under the horrified gazes of the Players, not uttering a single word throughout.
The patients in the clinic were a mixed bag—some good, some bad.
Shen Shushu’s actions nearly wiped out the entire clinic, rendering all of Wen Shi’s previous efforts futile.
“It’s almost ten o’clock.” Gu Hua was the first to run: “If we don’t go back, are we waiting to die here?”
Feng Zhouzhou and the mute quickly followed suit.
The lop-eared rabbit gave Wen Shi a meaningful glance before hopping after them, rabbit fur flying everywhere.
“Wen Shi.”
Xu Jie, appearing out of nowhere as usual, emerged from somewhere.
He strolled up to Wen Shi and suddenly said, “I have more capital than Shen Shushu.”
Wen Shi reached out and caught a few strands of rabbit fur, looking at Xu Jie: “”
What kind of capital?
The capital to court death?
Xu Jie coughed lightly, shamelessly spouting flirtatious words: “Height 190cm… seven inches long.”
It took Wen Shi a second to realize what Xu Jie was referring to.
He glanced at the man’s lower half and smirked: “You get half-price on circumcision.”
Xu Jie: “…I don’t, I’m not, I don’t need it! Really, if you don’t believe me, try it yourself.”
That thing being too long can make it hard to rise.
Wen Shi smiled without responding.
Over the years, Wen Shi had encountered similar verbal harassment before.
If it were anyone else, they’d already be breathless.
Wen Shi realized he had an unusually high tolerance for Xu Jie.
This indulgence wasn’t Wen Shi deliberately allowing Xu Jie’s boundary-crossing remarks to curry favor, making Xu Jie’s affection for him reach the level of [“die with me”] so he could win Xu Jie’s heart and break free from the Instance’s constraints.
Rather, it was because being with Xu Jie felt comfortable, making him unable to resist drawing closer, absorbing the other’s passionate emotions, and being drawn to him.
The two returned to Room 208. Wen Shi went into the bathroom to shower and freshen up. When he came out, he was wearing a white shirt.
A patch of dampness spread across his back where the towel hadn’t reached, instantly making the shirt transparent and revealing the bruises covering his back.
“You’re injured.” Xu Jie rummaged through the cabinets and found a bottle of safflower oil, pouring some into his palm and rubbing it warm: “Let me apply it for you. Bruises need to be massaged out immediately, or they’ll be hard to recover from and hurt at the slightest touch.”
Xu Jie, who often courted danger, was quite experienced.
Before Wen Shi could refuse, Xu Jie pulled him over.
By the time Wen Shi realized what was happening, Xu Jie had already lifted his shirt, revealing his fair and resilient waist.
Immediately after, a warm, intense heat spread across his back. Wen Shi then realized he was lying across Xu Jie’s lap, and his face involuntarily flushed with heat.
Too intimate.
Wen Shi felt somewhat unsettled.
Xu Jie was usually unreliable, occasionally making flirtatious remarks that embarrassed Wen Shi, but when it came to tasks, he was extremely serious.
Wen Shi had thought Xu Jie would take advantage of the situation.
Unexpectedly, Xu Jie diligently worked to promote blood circulation and reduce swelling, his technique comparable to an experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. He even attended to the meridians, causing no pain—only comfort.
Exhausted from the day, Wen Shi fell asleep directly.
Xu Jie carefully picked him up and placed him on the bed, then crouched on the floor to watch him. The more he looked, the more he liked him; the more he looked, the more his heart stirred.
“Wen Shi, I know you don’t believe I fell in love with you at first sight.Xu Jie’s well-defined fingers carefully traced Wen Shi’s outline: “But I’m really not some lustful guy who acts on impulse.” I felt like I’d known you forever from the moment I saw you. I like you, really, really like you.”
The moment Xu Jie saw Wen Shi, he knew he was done for.
But he was happy about it.
“Sleep well. When you wake up, I’ll take you away.” Xu Jie tiptoed to the door and glanced at the time on his Points watch.
Not a minute more, not a minute less—exactly ten o’clock at night.
When the King of Hell wants you dead by the third watch, no one dares keep you alive till the fifth.
He collects bodies at ten o’clock—so killing the Dungeon Boss isn’t too much to ask, right?
Having confirmed the Dungeon Boss’s identity, Xu Jie opened the door and slowly closed it behind him.