One wouldn't let go, and the other couldn't break free; a stalemate ensued on the bed.

Take a deep breath, and Shi Jinzhe draws in his abdomen, lowering his waist to create a slight distance between himself and Shekh's body.

But less than two seconds later, she moved closer again, and the snake's tail sank even deeper between his legs.

"I feel very uncomfortable." Shech, who had been propping herself up, leaned back against him and rested her head on his body.

Besides the unbearable smell, the slowly emerging feeling of suffocation was the real cause of her discomfort.

The air filled with a high concentration of spores is like an hourglass. To others, the hourglass is filled with stones, but air can still leak out from the gaps.

But for her, the hourglass was filled with fine, dense sand, each grain crowded together, blocking her at the bottom, making it hard for her to breathe.

Only by bending down when getting close can this lack of oxygen be alleviated.

The air around him seemed capable of shattering an invisible glass bottle, continuously supplying her with fresh air.

Shi Jin didn't know where to put his hands. Her dress was backless, so he could only spread his arms out and place them on his sides.

"Could it be that the olfactory system was subjected to too much shock, causing it to become disordered?"

Shekh shook his head, meaning he didn't know.

Disliking the uncomfortable buckle on the belt beneath her, she slid up, dragging her tail, and buried her face in the crooked neck of Shi Jin.

In the darkness, her presence was strong, and Shi Jinzhe turned his gaze elsewhere: "I know you're in pain, but your tail... is pressing on me."

With his eyes closed, Shekh reached down from Shi Jinzhe's shoulder and found his hand, then grasped it.

"It has no tail."

...

Is this just a problem with the tail?

Shi Jinzhe realized that she wasn't planning to get off him tonight.

Even though she could understand what those two lewd men were saying in the charity event, she's acting like she doesn't understand anything now. She's pretending to be stupid, but she shouldn't be pretending to be sincere.

Unable to resist, one must accept one's fate when all is lost.

Without the snake tail restraining him, he lifted his leg, pulled Shekh's two legs off between his own, and then pulled over a pillow to lie down: "You can call me if you're not feeling well."

He can't run anywhere, there's really no need to directly entangle him.

Shekh did not respond and went straight to sleep.

They didn't know how long they had slept, but they were awakened by exclamations from outside the door.

Shekh was a little listless, so he clung to Shi Jinzhe and got up with him.

The yellowish-gray sky was murky and the concentration of fungi increased once again.

The interior was also filled with yellow, making it feel like walking through a chemical fumes.

Players took precautions, but not everyone had the means to protect themselves; one player had already used up all his protective suit and mask.

To avoid infection, he killed two Azure staff members and stole their masks.

The gasps came from the people who had witnessed the robbery.

The player, whose face was covered in red rashes, picked up the clothes and mask and left the scene without looking back.

Shi Jinzhe stared at the man's back for a while, then went to find Xiao Ji and agreed to his suggestion from yesterday.

But he only cared about himself; he didn't care about his temporary teammates.

He just needed to find someone to keep an eye on Mr. Lan for Shekh; Xiao Ji alone was enough.

On the way back, Shi Jinzhe noticed that the staff member who witnessed the player committing the murder had developed a rash.

Immediately afterwards, among the onlookers, apart from Mr. Lan, the other four also began scratching their bodies to varying degrees.

At 2 p.m., the vital signs of the five people gradually disappeared.

The mutation rate is extremely fast today. Yesterday, it took more than ten hours from the appearance of the rash to the confirmation of death, but today these five people only lasted for three hours before they died completely.

To stop the mutation, they were also dismembered and flushed down the sewers.

The person who did this was the robber. Dismembering five people was very tiring. He was wearing a thick protective suit and soon he was covered in sweat.

Two people were helping him. Hearing his heavy breathing, they casually said, "Why don't we just throw it out? There's no difference between inside and outside this house. I don't think it'll be a problem to open a window."

"Yes, this house is just for shelter now, it's no different from the outside. You can just throw it away, there's no need to go through all this trouble for no reward. No one will thank you for doing this."

“What he said makes sense. But the building is of good quality. I guess the only one on the island that hasn’t collapsed. It’s reassuring to use it as a shelter.”

The dismemberment player didn't reply. He was having some difficulty breathing, his mask was fogging up, and he felt dizzy.

He couldn't hear a word the two people next to him were saying; all he could hear was the chopping hand moving up and down, the clanging sounds deafening, each strike more brutal than the last.

Fresh blood sprayed onto the transparent face shield of the protective suit, sticking to it and covering it with a thick, red layer.

Poor visibility didn't affect his movements; the player swung his knife wildly, his heavy breathing sending chills down one's spine.

He kept muttering "kill," seemingly so excited about killing and dismembering that he had lost his mind.

The two people accompanying them exchanged a glance, decisively ran out of the room, and slammed the door shut from the outside.

In the room, where blood splattered all over the ceiling, the sewers were gradually covered in a yellowish-gray color, and fungal hyphae grew rapidly, spreading throughout the entire room.

The player behind the protective mask had despair in his eyes, yet he managed an uncontrollable, stiff smile.