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Chapter 171 Certain Death
Before the fat man could even ask for help, he was pulled into the house next door by the newcomer.

Then he realized that the second fifteen minutes were almost up.

The man, who looked to be nearing thirty, frowned as he closed the door, then pulled the two of them into a corner: "What's wrong with him?"

The fat man glanced at the military uniform man's nickname, "Hanshan".

"I got stabbed by a ghost," the fat man said, sitting on the ground clutching his calf. "The bleeding won't stop."

The man's brows furrowed even deeper.

The fat man could tell that the two didn't know each other, but the atmosphere wasn't awkward.

Han Shan rubbed his knuckles: "We brought a military doctor in, but we haven't met him yet."

As he spoke, he glanced at Rose Night, who was lying on the ground: "Judging from the amount of blood loss he's lost, he can't be left alive for much longer. If he stays any longer, his life will be in danger."

The fat man touched his lower back.

His back was damp, and when he touched it, his hands also got sticky.

The fat man withdrew his hand and glanced at it; his palm was covered in blood.

Han Shan knelt on the ground and unwrapped the clothes covering Rose Night's wound. Fatty watched as he took out a roll of bandage and re-bandaged Rose Night's wound with a very professional technique.

The fat man asked curiously, "You all brought bandages to this event, but why didn't Xiaoye tell me?"

Han Shan stood up: "Medical supplies are in short supply, and only a few people brought this in."

Upon hearing this, the fat man subconsciously glanced at the military rank of the person opposite him. He didn't recognize the rank, but it looked quite high-ranking.

"There shouldn't be any internal organ damage, but we need to stop the bleeding quickly." Han Shan said, glancing towards the doorway in a low voice.

"I know a doctor who's also involved in this activity. If we can find him, Xiaoye definitely won't die," the fat man said confidently.

As he spoke, he glanced at the time; it was 7:34 PM.

The second fifteen minutes are about to begin, and they will soon face the second appearance of the vengeful ghost.

The room looked like it hadn't been used in a long time; there were no furnishings or lights inside, and the three of them were surrounded by darkness, with only a faint light shining in from outside the door.

The fat man was hesitant to approach the gate.

"Brother Hanshan..." He tidied his words and finally chose a more appropriate form of address: "What if the ghosts outside come in while we're hiding in this room?"

Han Shan was bending down to examine the wound on the fat man's calf.

He used the remaining small piece of bandage to wrap the fat man's wound: "I'm twenty-four this year."

The fat man was speechless.

This person is actually younger than him; he looks like he's almost thirty...

The fat man revised his words again: "Brother Hanshan, what if a ghost suddenly comes in?"

Han Shan shook his head: "I noticed during the first five minutes that the ghosts in this event can't pass through walls directly, so there are two ways to stay safe in this event."

"First, you hide very well, so that even ghosts can't find where you are;"

"Second, hide in a room that cannot be forcibly broken into within five minutes."

As Han Shan spoke, he stood up again: "Of course, players can also use special items to hide. If you have Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, that would be even better."

The fat man chuckled awkwardly twice: "Of course I don't have such a thing..."

"This house isn't very sturdy yet, but we don't have time to choose another house right now, and we also have an injured person with us."

As Han Shan spoke, he glanced at Rose Night on the ground. Rose Night was pale and had her eyes closed, as if she were resting. "I have another special item," Han Shan said, taking out something. "It's this. With this, we should be able to survive a few more rounds of vengeful ghosts appearing in the world."

Can it withstand several rounds of vengeful ghosts appearing in the world?

The fat man looked at the thing in his hand with some surprise. Could it be some kind of rare armor?

But after seeing what Hanshan was holding, he realized he was wrong.

This isn't really armor, and it doesn't seem to have any real use; it's only useful in this specific event.

A sturdy bolt.

[Brief Introduction: This is the door bolt of a famous strategist. Because so many people came to visit him, the strategist was troubled by his dilapidated door, which could not keep out others. So he specially asked a swordsmith to make this door bolt. It is said that an assassin once broke into the courtyard to attack the strategist, but the strategist's pageboy picked up the door bolt and smashed his head.]

[Function: When the bolt is placed on the door, the door cannot be opened under any circumstances unless the user removes the bolt.]

[Usage Time Limit: 30 minutes (This item will automatically disappear after 30 minutes of use)]

The fat man looked at the descriptions of the door bolt, including "strategist," "book boy," and "his head was smashed," and felt a little confused.

At this moment, Hanshan had already placed the bolt on the door.

This special item sticks directly onto the door, so there's no need to worry about whether there's a bolt groove.

After Hanshan placed the bolt on the door, he stopped talking.

Although this special item ensures the door cannot be opened, they also need to conceal themselves.

The fat man, realizing he lacked the means to chase after the ghost and smash its head, obediently shut his mouth.

In the darkness, he reached out and touched the bandage on his leg.

My calves hurt a lot, and I don't know how I managed to carry the person on my back for so long.

Han Shan silently examined the boy's bandages on the ground, frowning as he looked at the blood seeping through them.

At that moment, a rustling sound came from outside the house again.

The fat man keenly noticed that the sound seemed much louder than last time, and he looked towards the door with some surprise.

The sounds of crawling, creaking, and something rubbing against each other could be heard from outside the door from time to time.

Some of the sounds came almost right up to their door.

The fat man felt a chill run down his spine.

Fortunately, there were many houses in the area, so the ghosts outside didn't notice their little house. They were safe for the next five minutes.

The sounds outside gradually subsided until they disappeared, and only then did the fat man let out a deep breath.

The boy on the ground was now very pale.

Han Shan looked down: "He's lost too much blood and has been moving around. If we don't find a doctor soon, he'll really die... No, even if we do find a doctor, he might not survive."

"His wound needed to be stitched up immediately, but our military medic didn't have the necessary tools, and surgery was impossible in this environment; it would be very easy for the wound to get infected."

“It’s not even eight o’clock yet, but this event is going to go until midnight. He can’t be forced to leave. He has to stay for another four hours before he can go out. He’s been losing blood for four hours straight…”

Han Shan paused for a moment at this point: "You understand what I mean, right?"

They were certain to die.

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