But if you can't get out, you'll die too.
Should we listen to her?
bet.
Su Deng walked to Qin Xian's side and lightly kicked him, "Are you conscious?"
Qin Xian looked up, momentarily dazed, "Su Deng?"
"That's good." Su Deng breathed a sigh of relief and pulled him up. "Come on, I'll take you out."
Qin Xian didn't object, letting her pull him along, but when it came time to lie down in the coffin, she hid behind Su Deng and refused to go in, saying, "I won't..."
Before he could finish a sentence, Su Deng delivered a swift chop to the back of his neck. After Qin Xian collapsed, Su Deng helped him into the coffin.
Just die.
Su Deng still harbored thoughts of suicide, yet she found herself strangely peaceful as she huddled with Qin Xian in a not-so-large coffin.
After lying there for a moment, she gripped the dagger and stabbed Qin Xian in the heart. Then, expressionless, she pulled it out, wiped it clean, and plunged it into her own heart.
There was no pain.
Blood spurted from the wound, and golden light rose in the blurred vision, forming a complex symbol in the sky before rushing into the coffin and striking the two people.
"Well!"
Su Deng let out a muffled groan as an overwhelming feeling of suffocation washed over her. She suddenly opened her eyes and gasped for breath.
The vast, empty fields, the chilly night wind, and the dim night sky brought her back to her senses.
Qin Xian lay not far away, with the mountain god temple and ghost shrine on the low hill of Yao Village behind him.
They emerged from the underground cave.
There was no blood on her chest. After a long pause, Su Deng looked up at the mountain god statue and asked, "Are you still there? Can you hear me?"
The night was deathly still.
Su Deng pursed her lips, walked to Qin Xian's side, squatted down, and asked loudly, "Qin Xian, do you still want the 800 points?"
"……want……"
After a long while, Qin Xian finally managed to get up, sat on the ground, looked around, and stared blankly for a long time before saying, "We're out..."
Seeing that he was still not quite conscious, Su Deng asked him, "How many life points do you have?"
Qin Xian subconsciously replied, "48."
It's below safety limits, but better than before.
Su Deng narrowed her eyes. "Do you know what the god-tier materials for this dungeon are?"
Qin Xian seemed still in shock and said, "I don't know."
"Now that we're out here, let's go our separate ways."
Su Deng dusted himself off, took a few steps, then came back and kicked the ghost shrine, knocking it down. He then bought a torch from the warehouse, threw it on the ground, and let the wooden shrine with the ghost image burn. He then went down the mountain without looking back.
The ritual at the foot of the mountain seemed to have been completed; the area around the well was quiet, with only dark red bloodstains remaining on the ground.
"Su Muye?"
Su Deng called out to the surroundings, but there was no response.
Ying Rujin said that once the god-level materials are obtained, the game dungeon will be locked.
Referring to the mental hospital, the god-tier materials should be found on the BOSS.
The boss of this dungeon, unsurprisingly, is that Taoist priest.
We need to find him first.
The flashlight was out of power, so Su Deng opened the shop, used her last points to buy a torch and a box of matches, and headed towards the square in the middle of the village.
The stage in the square is still there, but no one is performing. However, there is someone in the audience.
Zhuo Feng also saw her, squinted and stood up, "I've been looking for you."
Su Deng licked the tip of her teeth. "You want the divine-level materials on me, right?"
"I thought Qin Xian could kill you, but now it seems he's a complete waste. I have no choice but to do it myself."
Zhuo Feng walked over with a sword in hand, exuding an air of certainty. "In the game, dying is real death. Players like Human Butcher can exchange their lives for god-level materials, but you can't do that. Hand it over and I won't kill you."
So, another fight is going to happen?
Looking at the sword in his hand, which was clearly bought from a store for 250, Su Deng remained expressionless, holding a torch in one hand and a dagger in the other, his gaze cold. "Make your move."
Zhuo Feng had no mercy; he gripped his sword and slashed at Zhuo Feng's face.
Su Deng dodged to the side, waving a torch as a weapon to block with one hand, and attacking with a dagger in the other.
However, Su Deng, being a novice player, was no match for Zhuo Feng in terms of martial arts skills. After only a few moves, she was at a disadvantage and was forced to the edge of the stage by Zhuo Feng.
Zhuo Feng pressed the tip of his sword against her neck. "I can give you one last chance. Hand over the divine-level materials and I won't kill you."
Su Deng glanced down at the sword in her neck, which could pierce her throat with the slightest movement, and chuckled, "But I don't want to die."
Zhuo Feng frowned, "If I'm dead, I'm really dead!"
"I know," Su Deng shrugged, looking completely indifferent.
Zhuo Feng moved the tip of his sword forward, and blood instantly seeped from his neck. But Su Deng didn't flinch at all, and didn't even seem to feel any pain. She didn't even frown, just smiled at him, her bright eyes and stunning beauty captivating.
Seeing her like this, Zhuo Feng thought of what he had heard from others before, about Su Deng's suicide escape when she was getting used to the game. His brows furrowed even more. Could Su Deng's skill be the kind that allows her to escape by suicide?
Logically speaking, Su Deng is only a level 2 newbie and shouldn't be able to unlock her skills.
But this is a survival game. If Su Deng wasn't confident, how could she be so calm?
Could it be that she really wants to die?
"Well!"
Zhuo Feng's mind was racing when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He groaned in pain as he came to his senses and saw Su Deng holding a dagger and stabbing it into his chest.
Before he could react, Su Deng leaned back on the stage and kicked Zhuo Feng away with her legs.
Pretend to be harmless and launch a sneak attack when he's not paying attention!
Zhuo Feng, clutching his wound, retreated a considerable distance, muttering, "You're despicable!"
"You're overthinking it." Su Deng stood on the stage, touched the blood on her neck, and said calmly, "Besides, isn't the game's premise that you can win by any means necessary?"
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