Back in the room, Bu Tiange breathed a sigh of relief as if he had survived a disaster.

She slowly raised her hands in front of her eyes and loosened her clenched fingers——

There were purple-red marks on the palm left by four fingernails.

Whenever she saw Yun Qianheng, she had to exert great effort to suppress the hatred brought about by her original body.

What a waste.

The system said: "Host, you shouldn't have dropped that cigarette box."

Bu Tiange withdrew his hand, yawned, and said, "That one, I dropped it on purpose."

The system asked in confusion: "Why? It's not a good thing to make the target suspicious."

"Of course it was to test him. This Yun Qianheng is not simple at all. He doesn't fit the script you gave me at all."

Bu Tiange sneered, "You call yourself the villain rescue system, but you don't understand the villain you want to save at all. Do you have the nerve to do that?"

The system harshly threatened: "Host, questioning the system will result in a deduction of merit points."

Bu Tiange had nothing to say.

Okay, you are so cruel.

Dungeon.

A few footsteps echoed in the empty basement, and a dim light suddenly lit up.

Unlike the Yun family, which is as magnificent as a palace, the entire dungeon is dirty, damp and cold, with a mixture of dampness and mold, which is the smell of death.

In the center of the dungeon is a raised circular platform, surrounded by seventeen skeletons and seventeen undead knights guarding the monarch.

A slender, clean hand stroked one of the skulls, again and again, its knuckles tapping lightly on the gray bones.

In the silence, Yun Qianheng's voice full of contempt rang out, but was quickly drowned out by the echoes.

"Look carefully, she is not the type of person you like."

"Are you giving up now?"

“…”

Yun Qianheng walked onto the circular platform and opened the huge glass cabinet door placed in a corner of the platform.

His fingers brushed across the bottle labels, and the reagent bottles collided with each other, making clanging sounds.

"Bu Tiange, which bottle did you take?" he said to himself.

Silence, long silence.

A few days later.

After more than ten days of classes, the school gave us a short break.

Bu Tiange used the excuse of going out to play and found the hospital where Xiao Yao was staying.

When she heard that someone was coming to visit her daughter, the woman who had been crying all day stopped crying and reluctantly put on the attitude of a wealthy lady to receive her.

The woman said, "Thank you for coming to see my Yao'er. You are such a good person."

Bu Tiange smiled, his peaceful smile immersed in the morning light, as if bathed in holy light.

"You're too polite, Auntie. I'm just showing my appreciation to my classmates."

After hearing her words, the woman's eyes became moist again.

She wiped her tears and stopped in front of a ward.

The sound of smashing things mixed with angry roars penetrated the door and echoed in the corridor.

The woman looked inside through the closed window and said worriedly, "Yao'er's mood is very unstable right now. The doctor said it's a stress reaction."

Bu Tiange smiled and said, "It's okay, I think I can help her."

A glimmer of hope flickered in the woman's eyes, then dimmed.

What can an eighteen-year-old girl do to help her?

"Let me try, maybe?" Bu Tiange said.

She pushed open the door and walked into the ward. She looked at the man who was being pinned to the bed by two nurses but was still struggling desperately, and said loudly, "Xiao Yao, it's me."

The person who was struggling stopped in an instant.

She raised her head wrapped in gauze, and a muffled voice came from under the gauze, "Bu Tiange, I'm going to kill you!"

"I came to see you with good intentions, but you want to kill me?"

Bu Tiange shook his head and said to the two nurses, "You guys go down first. I want to talk to her alone."