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Chapter 159 The Healer's Frenzied Output
Several suspicious figures were frequently seen loitering downstairs; Gu Mian noticed that they had been doing so for several days.

They even set up a tent downstairs, and whenever Gu Mian and the others went out, they would subtly observe them.

It seemed like they were judging whether or not to make a move against them.

However, the area around Hengdian is still a society governed by law. Even though the few people downstairs at the hotel often look like dogs seeing meat buns, they don't dare to do anything out of line.

A small troop of soldiers patrols the area every now and then, and there is a military camp not far away, so there has been no riot so far.

“I can confirm that there are very capable players here, but they haven’t shown themselves yet,” Chu Changge said, looking at the tent area outside the window. “Now is not a good time to show themselves. Being too conspicuous before the event starts will only attract the attention of various forces.”

The fat man nodded: "I understand. In novels, the protagonists always pretend to be incompetent, then play the fool to outsmart others, showing off their skills in some trial, surprising everyone with exclamations of 'This kid is terrifyingly powerful!'"

After thinking for a moment, the fat man added, "Besides, in novels, the men who make a big show of things and seem really powerful from the start are usually the villains, and they get beaten up by the protagonist and die a horrible death in the end..."

The fat man stopped talking at this point.

Because he suddenly realized that the description of these villains was a perfect portrayal of Gu Mian.

Fatty: "..."

He remained silent while glancing at the tent area below: "I wonder if there's really some main character in this tent area?"

"We don't know who's in the tent area yet," Chu Changge said. "But we can be sure that someone is thinking we're idiots."

The fat man looked at Chu Changge with some surprise.

He thought he wouldn't hear the word "idiot" come out of Chu Changge's mouth.

But he was wrong. Chu Changge not only said "idiot," but he also said it without any psychological pressure.

“We’ve been acting very flamboyantly, and we should have attracted a lot of attention by now. I bet those who haven’t shown themselves yet are thinking we’re crazy.” Chu Changge also looked out the window.

The fat man pursed his lips: "This is exactly the style of a villain in a novel..."

Although it's grand and impressive, it will ultimately be crushed by the true protagonist, showcasing the protagonist's domineering aura.

Although this place appears peaceful on the surface, undercurrents are surging beneath the surface.

People maintain a superficial peaceful relationship, but who knows what they're thinking about plotting to kill each other.

Although Gu Mian and her group's actions aroused other people's thoughts, at least on the surface these people did not show anything, and all of them appeared very calm.

"If only we had bought a tent and set up a shelter down there," the fat man thought to himself, suddenly realizing something. "That way, those treacherous little people wouldn't have noticed."

The fat man wasn't very good at judging people; he couldn't tell which of his subordinates had designs on them.

Gu Mian leaned on the windowsill, looking down: "I love watching them pretend to be completely indifferent when they're clearly envious and jealous."

Fatty: "...Look at this, is this what a human being says?"

Several people were sitting by the tent directly opposite their window, and they would often look up at the window of Gu Mian's room.

Just then, a man skillfully raised his head slightly, trying to peek over the side, but his gaze met that of Gu Mian by the window.

The man immediately lowered his head in a flustered manner, as if he had been caught doing something wrong.

He patted his trouser leg to hide his gaze.

It was noon, the weather was fairly sunny, and the temperature wasn't low.

But the man patting his trouser leg broke out in a cold sweat.

He noticed that after he hurriedly lowered his head, the doctor next to the window not only didn't look away, but instead stared at him even more intently.

Those gazes were like two shards of ice, making his scalp tingle with pain.

The man stared intently at the stone ground beneath his feet. The ground was paved with red bricks, with gaps less than a centimeter apart, from which lush green weeds sprouted. He dared not look up again, his gaze fixed on the weed, while he tilted his head slightly to observe the window above out of the corner of his eye.

When the man's peripheral vision caught sight of the window above, his breath hitched again.

He saw the doctor above him still staring intently at him, a feeling he had experienced somewhere before.

After a moment of mental blankness, the man suddenly remembered where he had experienced this feeling before.

"That's what it feels like when you're being stared at by a ghost in a dungeon..."

Thinking of this, he shuddered violently, then shrank his neck, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he gritted his teeth and went back into the tent.

Back in the tent, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I've never seen anyone like this before. I'd better tell the boss; he seems like someone you shouldn't mess with..."

The fat man watched as a man, being stared at by Gu Mian by the window, returned to his tent and couldn't help but wonder, "Doctor, why were you staring at him like that? Did you think something was off about him?"

He also noticed that the man was not normal.

Would an average person be this scared if they were stared at like that?

As he pondered this, the fat man adjusted the pot on his back. He had finally decided to carry this special item that attracted hatred, probably hoping to become the tank that the team would mock.

However, the professional roles of Gu Mian's three-person team have never been very accurate.

The healer is dealing massive damage.

The tanks quickly retreated to the back row.

Gu Mian felt that if Chu Changge were to choose a profession, he should be a mage. Based on her and Fatty's professional patterns, if Chu Changge were a mage, he should be more skilled in melee combat or targeting the back row.

However, now is not the time to discuss game professions.

Gu Mian withdrew her gaze: "Did you see the tent that man went into? There should have been five people inside, five men."

"Five men sharing one tent?" The fat man frowned.

Chu Changge said, "This is actually quite normal. Most players are in this situation. They lack game currency, and if they live outside, several people have to share a tent. Basically, four to six people live in one tent."

He paused for a moment at this point: "So don't think that the people below are abnormal."

In other words, the abnormal ones are actually Gu Mian and the other two.

Gu Mian continued, "Those five men pitched their tents here a few days ago. They were here the day after we got our event tickets."

At this moment, it seemed that the other four men in the tent had gone to the instance, leaving one behind to guard the base.

Chu Changge pushed up his glasses: "In the few days we've stayed here, we've actually had more than just this one tent."

As he spoke, he gestured in several directions: "The first, third, and fifth ones are due south; the third and sixth ones are southeast..."

The fat man stared dumbfounded at the location Chu Changge pointed out: "So many more, are they all coming for us? And how did you remember them?"

The tents below were so densely packed that it was impossible to tell where a few extra tents had been set up.

Gu Mian patted the fat man on the shoulder: "After all, he is a player with outstanding mental attributes, so of course his memory is good."

Chu Changge continued, "There are probably some people who just happened to pitch their tents here, but the vast majority are here for us. It's just that three event admission tickets might not attract that many people. Event admission tickets are rare, but not exceptional..."

Gu Mian stroked her chin and replied, "What's rare is a hotel where you can stay for more than ten days and it costs 100 game coins a day."

The author feels he might suddenly die someday...

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