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Chapter 319 Gugu Takes Flight First
Sweet Teacher had already fallen to the ground like the others who were tied up.

She was tackled to the ground, and the perpetrator was still pressing down on her.

Gu Mian braced herself with her left hand on the ground, while holding the chainsaw handle horizontally across Sweet Teacher's neck with her right hand.

The chainsaw was already running, and the top of the saw blade rested on the tile floor because it was unsupported. The saw teeth had already worn a deep, long pit into the tile.

Tile chips flew out of the long pit as the saw blade pulled, like dirt being scraped away.

As soon as Gu Mian lets go, the chainsaw will fall immediately, and Sweet Teacher's head will no longer be able to stay on her neck.

The fortune teller slightly opened his mouth.

Years of habit have made her instinctively step in to mediate when she sees violent disputes.

"Wait..." The fortune teller took a small, trembling step forward. "Let's talk this out!"

Oh my god.

What kind of magical scene is this?
I've never seen anything like this in my entire life!

The fortune teller swallowed back a torrent of crazy complaints that were bubbling up in her head; all she wanted now was to keep things peaceful.

But neither of them seemed inclined to acknowledge her.

Sweet Teacher, pinned down, stared directly at Gu Mian and said urgently, "Gu Mian! If you stop now, she'll be the only one in this instance who knows your identity!"

The fortune teller was somewhat bewildered.

Does "she" refer to herself?

And this doctor is... Gu Mian!
Of course she recognized the name Gu Mian; that was a head worth 30,000 game coins!
The fortune teller was dumbfounded.

“Look,” Gu Mian showed no sign of stopping, “you were unharmed just now, so you could use my identity to threaten me into leaving the instance immediately; but now that you’re about to die, you have to resort to this as a last resort, using it to threaten me into sparing your life. It’s clear that the more swiftly someone acts, the greater their advantage…”

As he spoke, he demonstrated his 'quick and efficient' approach by loosening his grip on the saw. The gleaming chainsaw moved down an inch, about to slice into Teacher Sweet's slender neck.

"Besides, if I cared about my identity being exposed, I wouldn't have done this to you despite the threats. I care about other things, you understand?"

The sweet teacher was almost bursting with anger.

She hadn't expected Gu Mian to be so indifferent to the fact that her identity had been exposed.

Moreover, she couldn't just give up and immediately reveal Gu Mian's identity to all the players in the instance. She only had this one bargaining chip, and once she used it, it would be gone. Then she would have nothing left to threaten Gu Mian with.

Just then, Gu Mian lowered the saw in her hand another inch.

The sharp teeth of the chainsaw whistled across Sweet Teacher's neck. Her skin seemed to hear the sound of a chainsaw, and her pores opened up rapidly, as if emitting a trembling cry.

Death will arrive in the next second.

In the blink of an eye, the fortune teller heard Teacher Sweet shout something urgently.

"I'll tell you, what do you want to know?"

These words worked. Gu Mian stopped, and the saw stopped about two centimeters above Sweet Teacher's neck.

Gu Mian's brow twitched; this was exactly what he wanted to hear.

There was also a silly fortune teller watching nearby, but Gu Mian didn't care.

“I’m asking you,” Gu Mian stared intently at Sweet Teacher’s face, “what is the significance of the number seven…” The word seven was the one that the overpowered ghost in the last dungeon blurted out before it died, but unfortunately it only managed to utter that one word before it was completely defeated.

Upon hearing this, Teacher Sweetie first frowned in confusion, but before she could finish, she suddenly relaxed her brow: "Who told you this!"

The fortune teller beside them was already in a state of confusion. She had no idea what kind of riddle the two were playing, and could only stare blankly at them.

"Stop talking nonsense," Gu Mian remembered the time when the forced interrogation resulted in the destruction of the copy, "Speak quickly."

If Teacher Sweetie gives in now, the game will probably be shut down before she can utter more than a few words, so we need to hurry.

The sweet teacher seemed to be in a dilemma. She frowned, paused for several seconds, and only spoke when her life was at stake: "This is not just a simple number..."

At this moment, Anzhi Tinglan was standing far away outside the villa, gazing at the building that had gathered all the players from the very beginning.

Several cameramen were sticking to her, filming her from every angle.

Anzhi Tinglan glanced at the cameramen around her and said, "That's right. My other opponent is long dead, so you can only film me."

The pale-faced photographer remained silent and continued taking pictures on his own.

They seemed particularly fascinated by Anzhi Tinglan's long, black hair, often bringing the camera close to her hair for a close-up.

Anzhi Tinglan turned her gaze to the villa in the distance, her previous gentle expression long gone.

She found the hidden way to clear the dungeon right from the start: kill Dong'er, hide her body, and impersonate her.

That way, no one can punish her, as long as other players don't interfere.

Moreover, she was confident that her acting skills were good enough to fool the other players.

But the doctor's appearance terrified her.

In reality, the doctor didn't actively cause her any trouble, and didn't even give her a second glance.

But Anzhi Tinglan has met many people in her life, and some people she can tell are troublesome just by looking at them.

That's how doctors are.

Therefore, Anzhi Tinglan tried even harder to hide her identity, but she was still exposed in front of all the guests, including Dong'er, who had been under the bed for some time.

Since the role-playing has failed miserably, the only option left is to flee for one's life.

"Once the third day is over, I will naturally leave the instance..."

As Anzhi Tinglan pondered this, she withdrew her gaze, intending to turn and leave.

But just then, she suddenly noticed that the building in the distance seemed to tremble.

She stopped abruptly, frowning slightly: "Am I imagining things?"

But immediately, an even greater tremor came from beneath their feet.

This special instance looks like it's been hit by an earthquake.

what happened!

How could there be an earthquake in the dungeon?!
But she immediately realized that this was not an earthquake, but a malfunction in the copy.

(End of this chapter)