The players had never encountered a situation where they saw the Dungeon Boss before completing their tasks, and for a moment, they were all stunned.
“Live long enough, and you’ll see everything. It’s the first time my little clinic has had so many patients. Sorry for the poor hospitality.”
Xu Jie stepped over the shattered glass and said with a smile, “Well, sorry for the poor hospitality, then.”
The crowd: “…”
Xu Jie casually walked past the players, his deep eyes carrying a hint of amusement. He exuded an air of unrestrained freedom, yet it gave off a suffocating pressure that was impossible to ignore.
He walked to the wardrobe as if no one else was there and opened it.
A chilling breeze brushed his face, and more than a dozen identical, wide-eyed faces of the dead crashed into Xu Jie’s vision.
“Thump, thump, thump—”
Xu Jie’s breath hitched, and he felt a slight chill run down his spine.
He had intended to change into a white coat.
He never expected to open the wardrobe and see such a shocking sight.
“This instance is pretty twisted,” Xu Jie thought to himself. Calmly, he closed the wardrobe door, walked to the consultation desk, and sat down casually.
Wen Shi thought to himself, speechless, “What kind of person is this? Acting like he owns the place, rummaging through everything.”
Were they that familiar?
Those corpses were all players who had undergone plastic surgery to look like Wen Shi’s mother and were scared to death by the clinic’s patients.
Wen Shi didn’t have any collecting fetish either.
It was just that his patients were sick and liked to move the players’ corpses all over the place.
Before the female neighbor arrived, Wen Shi’s clinic had just wiped out a group of players, and he hadn’t had time to return the corpses to the mortuary.
“Xu Jie didn’t recognize me as the Dungeon Boss,” Wen Shi took a deep breath. “And he’s impersonating me. I might as well go along with it.”
There were two necessary conditions to break free from the instance’s constraints.
First: The person being pursued must wholeheartedly fall in love with the pursuer.
Second: Obtain the Heart of the Divine Official.
Even the Dungeon Boss had to follow the rules.
Xu Jie’s favorability toward Wen Shi had to reach [Die With Me].
The instance’s favorability was divided into five stages: [Interested, Favorable, Like, Love, Please Die With Me].
These corresponded to 20% to 100% favorability.
Other players had to raise Wen Shi’s favorability to pass the instance.
Wen Shi wanted to leave.
So he had to raise Xu Jie’s favorability.
Wen Shi looked at Xu Jie, feeling a headache coming on.
This person seemed neither soft nor hard to deal with, completely unyielding… How was he supposed to pursue him?
“Let me guess who smashed the door of my clinic.”
Xu Jie sat in the chair, his deep eyes sweeping over the motley crew before finally settling on Wen Shi.
When Xu Jie saw Wen Shi’s face clearly, his heart skipped a beat.
Wen Shi looked like a celestial being from a painting—refined, handsome, and exactly to his taste. There was also a sense of familiarity, making his heart flutter.
Thankfully, he was a player.
If he were the Dungeon Boss, Xu Jie would surely end up a widower.
Xu Jie whistled at Wen Shi, grinning playfully:
“It’s my first time seeing someone as beautiful as a celestial being. It definitely wasn’t you who smashed it.”
Wen Shi ignored Xu Jie’s flirtation and casually threw a scalpel at him.
He thought there was nothing wrong with being an unconscious Dungeon Boss.
Xu Jie didn’t dodge. Calmly, he reached out and caught the flying scalpel, holding it between his middle and index fingers. He then turned it around, placed it between his lips, and smiled:
“But you really are beautiful.”
Appearance, personality, style…
Every aspect of Wen Shi was exactly to Xu Jie’s taste, as if he were tailor-made to be his lover.
Everyone turned to look at Wen Shi in unison.
Their hearts were filled with shock.
Is he insane?
How dare he attack the Dungeon Boss? Isn’t he afraid of it going berserk?
The destructive power of an F Rank Instance Boss going berserk is zero.
But dragging them down and costing them Points—that’s a crime deserving death.
The players couldn’t help but feel resentment toward Wen Shi.
Wen Shi walked over to Xu Jie, his slender fingers retrieving the willow-leaf blade from the man’s mouth. He bent down and said indifferently, “Sorry, my hand slipped.”
Xu Jie looked up at him, smiling. “You’re good-looking, so I forgive you. As for the ugly ones…”
His chilling gaze fell on Gu Hua, his expression half-smiling. “They can just die.”
As if under the gaze of death itself, Gu Hua felt his scalp tingle.
“What’s wrong with being ugly?” Gu Hua refused to believe Xu Jie was the Dungeon Boss.
As an experienced player, he had encountered instances where the Dungeon Boss disguised itself as a player.
Those who rushed in and revealed themselves right away were usually just dramatic players.
Xu Jie: “Ugliness is a disease.”
Gu Hua: “Bullshit!”
“Otherwise, why would plastic surgery clinics be called hospitals?” Xu Jie’s gaze swept over the motley crew of players before finally settling on Wen Shi.
Truly the one who had captured his heart.
So good-looking.
Gu Hua: “…”
The other players: “…”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Wen Shi’s lips.
“Playing tricks,” sneered the little yellow-haired guy. “As an experienced player who’s cleared three instances, I’ve never seen a Dungeon Boss reveal themselves like this.”
Xu Jie: “I’m different.”
“How are you different?” the little yellow-haired guy scoffed. “Worthless NPC, if you have the guts, hit me. Hit me from a distance.”
He could take on ten F-grade worthless Bosses.
Wen Shi glanced at Xu Jie, curious to see what special methods this Divine Official had.
He waited two or three seconds.
Xu Jie remained motionless, and the little yellow-haired guy grew even more arrogant. “Pretending to be tough—”
The next moment.
An eighty-pound bone hammer materialized out of thin air, hovering right in front of the little yellow-haired guy.
His smile froze.
Wen Shi smiled gently. He really couldn’t refuse a player’s request.
Besides, he needed to cover for Xu Jie, solidifying his identity as the Dungeon Boss so he could remain hidden himself.
“Boom—”
The hammer rose and fell, breaking five or six of the little yellow-haired guy’s ribs. He writhed on the ground in agony.
The others’ expressions toward Xu Jie shifted from suspicion to awe.
Wasn’t it just calling him worthless?
Did he have to go this far?
“I didn’t do anything,” Xu Jie said innocently.
But no one believed him.
Aside from the Dungeon Boss, no one could summon a bone hammer so stealthily.
“Forget it,” Xu Jie said, bending down to pick up the blood-stained bone hammer. He took two steps toward the clinic, then suddenly turned back to Gu Hua. “Fix my door, or else…”
He shook the hammer, which far exceeded the weight of a standard medical bone hammer, his threat clear.
Gu Hua muttered, “How did he know I damaged it? Could he really be the Dungeon Boss?”
Wen Shi: “…”
Couldn’t it just be that Xu Jie saw it?
Wen Shi’s clinic had four floors in total.
The basement level was where corpses and various medical equipment were stored.
It was huge.
How huge? Wen Shi still hadn’t explored it all.
The first floor was the workspace for receiving patients.
Upon entering, there was the consultation room, and behind the wall was the patient rest area.
Rather than a clinic, it was more like a small hospital, with all departments fully equipped.
The only downside was that he was the only doctor, the staff and nurses were pitifully few, there was only one security guard, and the disobedient patients numbered in the hundreds.
The second floor was the living and rest area.
The third floor was a restricted zone even Wen Shi had never entered.
Wen Shi took out his phone.
The scene of Xu Jie wandering around the clinic on the first floor appeared before Wen Shi’s eyes.
The surveillance cameras, installed by Wen Shi to prevent patients from wandering off, were extremely discreet.
He had also upgraded the clinic’s entire smart system, allowing him to lock all ward and corridor doors.
Without a word, Wen Shi used his phone to seal off the passages on every floor.
This was to prevent the Divine Official, whose intentions were unclear, from barging around and disturbing the patients.
Before Wen Shi could react,
Xu Jie had already broken into the restricted area on the third floor.