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Chapter 316 Gugu from the Unbroken Chapter
Gu Mian actually wanted the other players to leave as soon as possible.

Because once the players leave, the remaining ghost belongs to him, and he can do whatever he wants.

But even though a third of the allotted time had passed, the guests still hadn't figured it out.

Having no other choice, Gu Mian had to personally drag Dong'er's corpse out and whip it.

He had already put the sheet back, covering the small, pitiful, and helpless corpse.

"So, you can fill out the cards you have now, right?" Gu Mian asked tentatively.

The fortune teller suddenly felt something was off. Just moments ago she had been sympathizing with the doctor who couldn't leave the instance, but when she saw the doctor's expression, she realized she might have been just being sentimental.

How can I describe his expression right now...?

Like a bank robber lurking in the shadows, eagerly waiting for the security guard to leave.

"Am I overthinking it?" The fortune teller had already stood up from the ground.

The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding profusely, and she would eventually die from blood loss if this continued.

Fortunately, she and Yuwen Hao didn't have much time left in the dungeon.

"But I feel I need to do some more research before choosing someone I'm interested in..." the fortune teller said hesitantly, rubbing his shoulder.

This is a choice that determines the ending of the dungeon, so it's best to be cautious to be on the safe side.

The fortune teller prepared to carefully observe the person whose body type was similar to his own.

But just as she was still hesitating, she caught a glimpse of Yuwen Hao to the side.

Then, this guy pulled out his card and started looking for a pen all over the room.

The fortune teller was somewhat taken aback: "What are you doing!"

Yuwen Hao didn't even look up: "What am I doing? I'm obviously looking for a pen to fill out a card and get out of this awful place as soon as possible."

"Don't you plan to observe further?" The fortune teller was slightly taken aback.

Observe G2.

Yuwen Hao was in a team with Gu Mian back then.

He knew that Dr. Gu was cursed by the world's malice; a place that was originally safe could instantly turn into a living hell as soon as Gu Mian went there.

He still remembers the broken evil god statue. The statue, which was supposed to create a safe barrier, was easily shattered by Gu Mian, causing them to be teleported from a safe place into the terrifying, fire-filled warehouse, where they faced the female ghost directly.

Yuwen Hao had no doubt that if Gu Mian hadn't been quick enough to cut off the female ghost's head, causing the data to crash and the instance to collapse, they would all have perished in the fire.

As long as Gu Mian is around, the dungeon will use every means to create unexpected events, and who knows what the dungeon will eventually become.

Whether he perished in the fire or his body was destroyed and he died, none of that mattered to Yuwen Hao anymore.

As the saying goes, "When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer," Yuwen Hao didn't want to become some kind of dried fish, so it was better to leave this place as soon as possible.

Although the compensation for the final instance crash was indeed tempting, he felt there was a very high chance he wouldn't be able to hold out until the end.

He had already found the pen and was saying as he uncapped it, "You'll definitely regret staying here."

Yuwen Hao spoke earnestly and sincerely, but he could also see through it.

The fortune teller seemed skeptical and determined to prove them wrong.

"Alright..." Yuwen Hao quickly recalled the numbers of the people he had chosen, then selected the only one whose build was similar to his own, and quickly filled in the information.

Gu Mian saw that the moment the serial number was filled in, Yuwen Hao's entire body flickered like a snowflake screen and then disappeared.

His last words echoed in the room—

"Good luck"

Gu Mian felt that this wasn't meant for her.

The fortune teller pondered Yuwen Hao's last words, and for some reason, she felt a chill run down her spine.

She didn't know whether Yuwen Hao had made the right choice or the wrong one... Just as she was feeling a chill run down her spine, she saw the doctor walking over.

"You..." the fortune teller began, as if to say something.

But Gu Mian immediately interrupted her: "You're injured."

The fortune teller watched as the doctor walked past her and casually patted her injured shoulder.

When she saw the doctor raise his hand, a dark gold bracelet was revealed under his white sleeve, engraved with what appeared to be ancient patterns.

Good taste.

“Yes,” the fortune teller’s hand, which was covering his wound, tightened slightly. “I need to treat this wound. Doctor, have you seen any bandages or anything like that here?”

Gu Mian didn't say anything, but walked past her towards the door.

Just then, the fortune teller suddenly realized that the shoulder where he had been stabbed was no longer as painful as before.

She let go, somewhat puzzled, and turned to look in the direction of the wound.

The blood-stained clothes completely covered the skin, making the wounds invisible to the naked eye.

But the fortune teller discovered that after letting go, no more blood continued to gush out.

She paused for a moment, then, as if remembering something, reached out and touched the wound through the torn clothing.

there is none left……

There's nothing left...

The wound had healed and could no longer be felt. If it weren't for the still conspicuous blood on her clothes, she would have thought that being stabbed was a hallucination.

The fortune teller was stunned.

She certainly wouldn't fantasize about suddenly awakening some kind of self-healing ability.

The only explanation is that the doctor touched me just now.

Did touching yourself heal your wound?

At that moment, the fortune teller suddenly remembered the doctor's self-introduction, which, like his own, stated that he had the same profession.

So, it's highly likely that he's a professional gamer!
Thinking of this, the fortune teller suddenly became excited.

Professional gamers are extremely rare, and meeting one in a dungeon is like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

The fortune teller muttered to himself, "Since his profession is a doctor, the guitar bag he always carries probably doesn't contain a guitar, right? The contents inside are likely similar to my crystal ball, possibly special medical supplies that can save a dying person's life in a critical moment."

Although the doctor's behavior was very strange, he was worth befriending simply because he had a profession.

While the fortune teller was still lost in thought in the room, Gu Mian had already pushed open the door and walked out.

Yuwen Hao has now left the instance, but he has three lonely and helpless playable characters left behind. Gu Mian is going to pack them up and take them away.

"Luckily, I tied up all of Yuwen Hao's chosen targets beforehand, otherwise they might have all run away by now..."

Gu Mian muttered to herself as she went upstairs to her room.

That's right. In order to better interrogate the ghosts in the instance, Gu Mian tied up Yuwen Hao's four selectable targets and threw them into her own room before entering Dong'er's room.

Although it's unknown whether the rope will work on ghosts, being tied up is better than not being tied up.

Gu Mian couldn't wait to see the ghosts she had tied up like rice dumplings.

He had arrived at his room door, which was now slightly ajar, as if blown open by the wind.

Gu Mian was a little puzzled. He touched his chin and said, "I remember closing the door quite tightly when I left."

How did a crack suddenly appear out of nowhere?
What happened? He wondered as he reached out and pushed open the door.

The scene behind the door came into view.

(End of this chapter)