Shi Jinzhe: "Your blood is a bit dark."

Shekh's blood looked like it had been dried for a few days and oxidized by the air, similar to Bordeaux red, and at some angles it would lean towards purplish-red.

He looked at it a few more times and noticed that the blood was seeping under his skin, and within minutes it was absorbed...

Shekh blinked. Her blood could still be absorbed?

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Shi Jinzhe had been using his skills to sense things, but he didn't find anything unusual.

For the experiment, he smeared all the blood from Shekh’s neck onto his own hands, and after a while, it was all gone.

"Any other reactions?"

"Nothing else, I'm just a little sleepy."

Sheh glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "Then rest. You should sleep with the healing array active, just to be safe."

Shi Jinzhe nodded, wiped the remaining bloodstains off Shehe's neck, turned off the light, and lay back down on the bed with her. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The two lay face to face on their sides. Shekh stared at him for a while, and seeing that Shi Jinzhe's breathing was steady and he was alright, he closed his eyes.

Several hours later, it was dawn.

Hearing footsteps outside the cubicle, Sheh, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.

Outside the door, the players who hadn't slept soundly woke up early.

Everyone was astonished to see Xiao Wang, who had been kicked out the night before, return unharmed; even the driver found it strange.

"Is it a human, a ghost, or a monster?"

"He actually came back? Did he find some kind of prop to escape? Given what happened to him yesterday, it's incredibly lucky he wasn't eaten after getting off the bus."

"Someone who wins five million in the lottery is unlucky? If he survives this round, he might even draw a luck-related skill card."

Amid the murmurs, Xiao Wang, covered in mud, walked from the car door into the aisle and headed straight for the compartment where Shehe and Shi Jinzhe were.

But before he could take a step, an arm blocked his way.

Xiao Wang looked over and saw that Shang Shan was the first person to show him kindness as a newcomer.

"Don't go any further."

"Why?" Xiao Wang asked in a strange tone, making everyone present feel particularly uncomfortable.

"I got three items with dates on them, why can't I move on?"

Shang Shan may be a bit slow-witted, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. That small oxygen tank simply can't last all night. Even if Xiao Wang is capable of surviving outside for a night, there won't be enough oxygen.

It's strange enough that he can still breathe; how could they possibly let him get close to the inside of the carriage?

Shangshan really wanted to say, "Look at yourself! Your face is covered in yellow mud, and your eyes are so white they don't even have a single red blood vessel. You don't look like a normal person at all. What's the reason for this?"

Furthermore, if Shi Jinzhe had made him get off the bus, it would have been a clear case of killing Xiao Wang. Letting him in would have been no different from offending a high-level player.

His current method of stopping people is inhumane, but Shang Shanning will leave a moral regret rather than a potential threat to his own life.

"I want to go in."

Xiao Wang's demeanor was completely different from yesterday. The glass bottle he was holding shattered because he gripped it too tightly.

He held the shattered glass in his hand and raised it to slash at Shang Shan's eyes.

Shang Shan immediately dodged and kicked Xiao Wang's hand away, but his straight instep felt like hitting a steel plate, almost breaking his leg.

Xiao Wang was kicked back a step, but rushed forward again as if nothing had happened. He was very fast, but unfortunately he had no strategy, and Shang Shan easily saw through his flaws.

"What exactly happened to you last night?!"

This physical condition is unlike that of a newbie who just entered the game; even seasoned veterans might not have this level of toughness.

Shang Shan cursed, "Even if you went to Shaolin Temple to become a disciple of the Eighteen Bronze Men, you couldn't achieve such a quick result by disappearing overnight."

Xiao Wang didn't say anything, he just kept sliding the glass forward like a madman, his body trembling but he didn't stop attacking.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I got my things back, why aren't you coming out? Have you changed your mind?!"

Shang Shan dodged his attack, but Sun Qi pulled him back. "He's clearly not in the right state. He's too manic, like he's on drugs."

"Where is he? Where is he? Is he too afraid to come out and see me?!"

Xiao Wang's indistinct growls, heavy breathing, and frantic cursing terrified Sun Qi.

"Inhuman creatures are quite a match for beasts."

It’s over!

Sun Qi pulled the shocked Shang Shan away as quickly as possible.

"How…"

"ah----!!"

Shang Shan had just finished speaking when he was drawn back by the scream and gasped in shock.

The severed limbs scattered into a mist of blood, and those who hadn't managed to get away were all sprayed with blood. Xiao Wang, with only his torso remaining, lay on the ground, his mouth wide open, so overwhelmed by the intense pain of the severed limbs that he forgot to breathe.

The door panel slid slowly along the track, and Schechner opened the door to retrieve the corrosive liquid.

Have you ever heard of "living a life worse than death"?

She stepped out the door, and with each step she took, the people around her unconsciously took a step back.

It was because the players she had encountered in recent matches were relatively pleasing to the eye that she momentarily forgot the fact that she didn't particularly like humans.

The sight of the newcomer lying on the ground reminded her of this incident, and Shekh realized that she had indeed remained true to her original intentions.

Xu Ying covered her mouth tightly, and didn't dare to breathe loudly until Shekh passed by, for fear of being noticed.

The extreme pain brought Xiao Wang back to his senses from his frenzied state. He looked at Shekh in terror, wanting to beg for mercy, but only screams escaped his lips.

Blackish-gold corrosive liquid flowed from his mouth, nose, and eyes. Xiao Wang's torso seemed to be soaked in black mud. He instinctively tried to struggle, but without limbs, even turning over was difficult.

My mind was filled with one thought: why isn't he dead yet? Why is he still alive? Give him a quick death.

Shekh remained unmoved by his miserable state and continued to escalate the situation little by little.

"Wait."

Shekh turned around.

Shi Jinzhe, holding onto the door frame, followed him out from the cubicle: "This is still not enough."

He was forcibly woken from his deep sleep by Jin Teng, and he was still a little unsteady on his feet.

As they passed through the corridor, Sun Qi and the others glanced at his hair in surprise.

Shi Jinzhe's hair was a normal length yesterday, but overnight it grew past her shoulders, at least ten centimeters.

Is nighttime some kind of mysterious time for cultivation? How come one or two of them have changed so much?