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Chapter 99 Is it reasonable or not?

It turns out that the ghosts in the special dungeons are not to be underestimated at all.

Upon hearing Gu Mian's shout, the driver not only didn't drive away, but instead showed an even more enthusiastic smile on his face.

As the bus drew closer, the fat man covered his eyes and cried out, "Holy crap, we're doomed! It's going to crash! We're not going to get killed, are we...?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a violent collision resounded in the darkness.

Practice is always the only way to test the truth. After the violent impact, the fat man realized that he had not been killed.

The hearse was still moving steadily forward—if you ignored the malfunctioning brakes.

The fat man lowered his hand, craned his neck to look out the window: "Two hearses collided. Since I wasn't killed, then someone else must have been killed..."

Sure enough, he saw the overturned bus behind him.

The once imposing bus had lost all its former grandeur. Now overturned, it lay crookedly on the ground, utterly wrecked, showing no signs of being a particularly difficult special instance.

You can see the passengers struggling to reach out their pale hands, seemingly trying to climb out of the car window; it looks rather pitiful.

The driver who caused the accident, Gu Mian, had no intention of taking responsibility and heartlessly sped past the instance he had bumped into.

"What the hell!" the fat guy exclaimed, sticking his head out of the car window. "A perfectly good dungeon, just gone like that? We didn't even get in this time!"

"Don't talk nonsense," Gu Mian retorted, "I just accidentally brushed against it."

The fat man clutched his chubby chest: "I don't think this counts as rubbing..."

Chu Changge suddenly spoke up: "You two be careful, we're starting to slow down."

Gu Mian then noticed that the hearse she was driving had slowed down: "It was probably damaged in the collision with that bus earlier."

The fat man craned his neck: "Didn't you just say you were just rubbing it in?"

Gu Mian had no intention of paying attention to this fatso anymore, and he looked around.

The road ahead was brightly lit by car headlights, and the scenery on both sides of the street was fairly clear.

Gu Mian noticed a ticket booth not far ahead.

These kinds of ticket booths are found all over the world, probably because they're afraid players won't see them, so they're quite densely distributed; you can see two or three on a slightly longer street.

The ticket-selling NPCs sitting in the ticket booths all look different.

Gu Mian has seen people who are as beautiful as angels, and she has also seen people who are ugly and deformed.

But now is not the time to comment on what the NPCs look like. Gu Mian turned the steering wheel and drove towards the ticket booth ahead: "I'm thinking that if I stop here and try to confront them head-on, I might get my head blown off."

Chu Changge tilted his head slightly: "So you want to go into the dungeon first and take a break?"

Gu Mian nodded.

The fat man, always a master of spoilsport, was now forcibly sticking his head forward with his mouth open:
"Okay, doctor, I never thought New Year's Eve would be like this. It was supposed to be a happy day, but I didn't even get to eat New Year's Eve dinner. I jumped straight into a bandit's den with you, and even crashed into a bus dungeon on the way. I thought that was it, but I didn't expect we'd have to go into a supernatural dungeon in the end. I'm wondering if we'll be able to get out next year?"

You can shut your mouth now.

The car was moving very slowly at this point, and with the ticket booth right in front of her, Gu Mian opened the door and jumped out of the car.

Chu Changge and Fatty jumped down as well. The two of them even knew to put the hearse away. Although it was broken, what if it could be repaired and fixed?

As the two packed up their bikes, Gu Mian had already darted into the ticket booth. The ticket-selling NPC didn't need to sleep, so whenever a player entered the ticket hall, they would be met with the NPC's large, piercing eyes.

As soon as he rushed in, he was scrutinized from head to toe by the NPC's big eyes.

Before Gu Mian could speak, the NPC behind the ticket window suddenly bent down, as if groping for something on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Mian saw the NPC pull out a sign and place it next to the window—"Temporarily Closed."

The fat man who rushed in after him looked puzzled. He asked, bewildered, "Why is it closed? Are ticket booths closed at night?"

"No," Gu Mian shook her head slightly, "This place just closed down."

The fat man quickly realized what was going on, and his expression changed slightly: "Not letting people into the dungeon, how can they be so unreasonable..."

The NPC behind the window looked completely natural, showing no sign of guilt.

But Gu Mian immediately produced something that would allow everyone to reason with her—a slightly menacing chainsaw.

Ten seconds later, Gu Mian received a team dungeon ticket.

The fat man clicked his tongue: "I predict that years later, when order is restored and the forum is running again, someone will ask on the forum, 'Just how terrifying is Gu Mian?'"

"At that time, a weak NPC will answer, 'I shuddered a couple of times when I saw this question.'"

Gu Mian was already used to Fatty's mouth; he always managed to say the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times.

The three were now preparing to match for a dungeon, and the surroundings had already fallen into darkness.

Gu Mian saw that her panel had changed.

[Matching for a dungeon, please wait—]

[Matchmaking successful, currently matching teammates, please wait—]

In that short time, he took stock of what he owned.

Game currency: 90
Special Items: [Leaf Brooch] [Bloodstained Robe Wreathed in Resentment]

Professional Skill: [Exquisite Medical Skills lv.3]

He is now a very poor player, and he spends Chu Changge and Fatty's money to buy things at the supermarket.

Medical supplies bought from the supermarket can be brought into the dungeon. In order to match the 'Excellent Medical Skill' class skill, he specially bought a lot of medical supplies and put them in his white coat pocket, including commonly used medical items such as bandages.

These things are quite expensive. A roll of bandage costs 50 points. It might not be expensive for Gu Mian, who used to be rich, but it is very expensive for ordinary people.

Two special items that can be worn directly: one to conceal nicknames and the other armor. Gu Mian noticed that the Blood Robe armor had been upgraded from level one to level two.

He remembered that the blood-stained clothes, wreathed in resentment, had been upgraded by absorbing resentment: "Could it be because I accidentally crashed into someone's car just now...?"

Before Gu Mian could figure out where the resentment was coming from, their panel started updating.

Looks like I've been matched with teammates.

The book club information will be released in the author's notes after the first chapter is published, so please be patient.

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