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Chapter 311 Gugu Wants to Live Ten Thousand Days

The knocking outside had stopped, and the fortune teller breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She didn't rest tonight, but she didn't feel very tired.

The profession of fortune teller does not have any professional skills, but it consumes a lot of mental energy. It can be said that the stronger one's mental energy, the stronger one's divination ability will be.

So after going through a lot of trouble to become a fortune teller through the professional dungeon, she intentionally put all her attribute points into mental power.

She even went through great lengths to obtain an [Attribute Reset Ticket], which allowed her to redistribute the pitiful few attribute points she had previously allocated and put them into her mental power.

Because of their exceptional mental strength, they do not feel tired even after long periods of not resting.

So she heard the knocking on the door immediately tonight.

Although the knocking came from the second floor, it still made the fortune teller's heart jump for a while. She dared not make a sound, nor did she dare to open the door to see what was happening outside. She could only pretend that nothing had happened from inside the house.

The knocking grew louder and louder, and what was most terrifying was that the entire house was completely silent, as if no one but her could hear the sounds outside.

Thinking about this made the fortune teller even more terrified.

However, this assumption was immediately shattered by the doctor's voice.

Just as the knocking grew increasingly aggressive, almost escalating into a banging on the door, the fortune teller heard a familiar voice coming from upstairs—

"What the hell? Slaughtering a pig in the middle of the night?"

For some reason, whenever the fortune teller heard this person's voice, an image of tearing apart Japanese soldiers with bare hands would pop into his mind and linger there.

The arrogant knocking quickly subsided.

"As expected..." At this moment, the fortune teller was patting her chest in the room. When the game started, she had heard a story from her elders that said even evil spirits would retreat three points when they saw people with extremely strong evil aura.

At the time, she scoffed at it, thinking it was complete nonsense, but now she has no choice but to believe it.

The evil spirit wanted to harm someone, but unexpectedly, the victim was more powerful than itself. The victim slapped it so hard that it was completely disoriented. No matter how powerful the evil spirit was, it couldn't do anything about it.

That's lucky. If you're unlucky... you might get kicked off the drop tower by some jerk...

But just by looking at his appearance, she really couldn't tell that this doctor was such a cruel person.

Although this person is ruthless, he is still a good teammate.

The fortune teller thought to herself that after obtaining this profession, she put all her attribute points into mental strength. Although she had sharp hearing and eyesight and was not easily fatigued, her ability to protect herself was greatly weakened.

So in the previous dungeons, she relied on her teammates to survive until the end.

Because of her profession as a fortune teller, her teammates in dungeons are very willing to let her join them. In fact, it could be said that half of the dungeons were safely completed thanks to her fortune-telling abilities.

The fortune teller had always wanted to find a teammate to work with. She knew that she relied heavily on teamwork, and if she had good teammates, with her abilities combined with their skills, they might be able to clear even the most difficult dungeons.

Unfortunately, she couldn't find a suitable teammate after searching for a long time, but there was one in this dungeon who seemed quite suitable...

The fortune teller was having a bit of a headache, but it seemed like the person didn't need teammates at all.
She rubbed her head as she thought about it, then turned her attention back to the dungeon.

"I spent the whole afternoon outside with the four people I could choose, but I couldn't find any difference between them at all."

Although everyone concealed it very well, the fortune teller still sensed it... When she walked in front, those malevolent eyes would look down from behind, staring at her back, sending chills down her spine.

However, even if you turn around immediately, you only see four ordinary people, nothing strange about them.

That chilling, malevolent gaze constantly surrounded her, as if it could take another step and kill her at any moment.

So in the evening, instead of continuing her variety show activities, she locked herself in her room.

Thinking of this, she sighed: "The rules don't say that ghosts can't kill guests, but they can't kill people easily either, right? Otherwise, this variety show would be meaningless. Maybe ghosts can only kill people after a certain condition is met..." I must not cross the line.

It was past midnight by then.

A fortune teller can only perform a divination once a day. Yesterday, her divination for Gu Mian caused the crystal ball to turn into an explosive grenade.

And today she has another chance for a divination.

She sighed and pulled out a second crystal ball: "Luckily, I have a backup..."

She had made a backup of the crystal ball because she was worried it might get bumped or knocked around in the dungeon and become unusable.

Unexpectedly, her fears came true, but the crystal ball didn't become unusable due to being bumped or knocked, as she had thought; instead, it deliberately exploded.

She listened intently to the sounds outside.

All I heard was that the player named Yuwen Hao had gone into the doctor's room next door not long ago and hadn't come out for a long time.

This must be the person who was knocked on the door just now.

"The crystal ball wouldn't explode so easily..." the fortune teller pondered. "That doctor certainly had some talent, but he shouldn't be so bad at divination as to be unable to do it. Perhaps the crystal ball's explosion is related to this instance?"

This is a special copy.

Perhaps the dungeon suppressed her abilities as a diviner.

"I can try again." The fortune teller silently looked at the crystal ball in front of him.

However, this time she learned her lesson and stopped trying to divine Gu Mian's fate, instead focusing her attention on Dong'er next door.

"Dong'er is obviously a model citizen. If the crystal ball explodes again this time, it means there's something wrong with this instance."

The fortune teller muttered to himself as he closed his eyes...

The night passed quickly.

Gu Mian's first reaction upon waking was to look at Yuwen Hao at the foot of the bed.

The guest, wrapped up like a spring roll, was perfectly well-behaved, still snoring and sleeping. Gu Mian even saw a clear liquid trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Before the saliva could even drip onto the quilt, Gu Mian stretched out her leg and kicked Yuwen Hao, who was sleeping soundly: "Get up."

At this moment, Teacher Sweetie had already stopped on the first floor.

No one knows where she went that night; perhaps she went home to rest.

From where she was standing, she could see the second floor. She saw a door on the second floor creak open, and two people came out.

Gu Mian was the first to walk out.

Yuwen Hao followed closely behind, looking timid and hesitant.

Teacher Sweetie chuckled: "It seems these two guests have a lot in common. Looks like they've been having a long talk late into the night?"

Gu Mian noticed that all the guests' potential partners were gathered on the first floor, seemingly waiting for them.

Immediately afterwards, another creaking sound rang out.

Gu Mian looked in the direction of the sound and saw the fortune teller, whose eyes were now black, pushing open the door and walking out, holding a crystal ball that looked exactly the same as yesterday.

(End of this chapter)