It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Player-only hospital.

Although it is an inpatient department, it is actually just a hotel specifically for players to rest.

There is just a layer of special power covering the inpatient department, which can better restore mental value. As long as you stay in this area, you can recover steadily.

Once the spirit value is contaminated, there are three ways to restore it.

First, purchase recovery potions directly in the system mall.

Second, return to the dedicated hospital for normal hospitalization and recovery.

The third is automatic recovery, but this one is much slower than the second one.

Overall, the second one is more cost-effective.

But the first one can save lives at critical moments.

These days, Xiao Huai was lying in the ward like a corpse. He was really exhausted.

Every time I opened my eyes and closed them, I felt like I was back in that laboratory, having my blood drawn every day.

He ate countless diamonds, and his internal organs were tortured again and again.

Those three days seemed like an eternity.

Several times, he almost collapsed.

What I was thinking was - it would be better if all of them died.

If they die, I won't feel so much pain.

But he knew that if he really did it.

He crossed that invisible boundary and truly fell into the abyss.

As he sat in the garden, he emptied his mind.

The falling snow stung his skin, giving him a chance to keep his sanity.

“Does it hurt?”

On the hospital bed, Xiao Huai suddenly sat up.

The moonlight shone through the window onto his eyelashes, trembling slightly, and Xiao Huai frowned slightly.

Why did I think of him?

He frowned and half-closed his eyes.

Lu Yuanshi never appears in my nightmares every day, but why did Lu Yuanshi's voice echo in my mind just now?

It was as if I was back to that snowy day, back to that garden. When I looked up, the red paint seemed to have turned into an invisible line, always reminding me of Lu Yuanshi's existence.

Whenever they touched my neck, those eyes would appear.

Diminish all the pain.

So at the restaurant, Lu Yuanshi asked him if he had ever thought about him...

The answer is yes.

But he would never say it, never.

He couldn't believe that he had to rely on missing someone to relieve the pain. He would rather believe that it was Lu Yuanshi's doing.

How did he know that it was Joseph's paint and why he marked him with it.

If Uncle Whitebeard had not wanted to do something bad by using a mixture of true and false words, he would have confirmed his guess.

He might still foolishly think that Lu Yuanshi is just a mysterious person.

But now, he only felt that the reason why Lu Yuanshi was mysterious was because he was qualified and had the ability to keep him safe.

He observed everyone's actions like a bystander, without interfering too much or offering any support.

But Xiao Huai clearly felt that he was about to lose control when he was destroying his heart for the last time.

Why did the pollution stop at that time? Why did Lu Yuanshi say that he wanted to survive?

There is no truth in the mouths of people like him.

Lu Yuanshi said he wanted to see his own death.

Xiao Huai's intuition told him that the words were not a lie.

But why... in the end he would let himself live.

The more he thought about it, the more inexplicably irritated he became.

Xiao Huai got off the bed, operated the system interface, and left the inpatient department.

[Spirit value: 90]

If the mental value is above 80, there will be no mandatory hospitalization.

Xiao Huai has almost had enough rest these days.

The best way to forget someone is to immediately devote yourself to another game.

Everyone is just a passer-by in his life.

The next time you meet someone you have met once may be a few years later, or you may never meet again.

Although there are still a few days of standby time, Xiao Huai doesn't have anything particular he wants to do here.

He came to the third-floor game dungeon hall alone. There were far fewer people here than on the second floor.

But everyone who came out from here had more or less fear on their faces.

In the game hall, suddenly someone roared wildly.

"Ahhhh!! Why why! Why should I..." When he said some key words, everyone's hearing seemed to be automatically blocked.

Several NPCs in black came in and forcibly took away the player whose mental value had collapsed.

The third level is like a player level dividing point. Some people start to adapt to the horror game of God from the third level.

Some players also decided to just live a life of idleness and wait for death.

Xiao Huai subconsciously looked towards the exit where that person left. There was basically no one coming out from there.

"I advise you not to rush to your death like this."

A strange voice came from behind him. Xiao Huai looked back and saw a middle-aged man who looked very vicissitudes of life. His face was covered with stubble and his eyes were dull.

He was squatting there, looking slovenly, obviously not having taken a shower for several days, and he had a strange smell on him.

Xiao Huai did not despise him. He walked up to him and squatted on the ground with him.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Huai asked softly.

The man lowered his head and said nothing.

Xiao Huai looked at him calmly, and when he lowered his eyes, it seemed as if he could see through the whole person.

Xiao Huai's calm voice reached the man's ears: "It must be hard to lose your lover."

The man's pupils suddenly widened, and he grabbed Xiao Huai's collar as if in response to the pressure:

"What did you say?"

Xiao Huai grabbed the man's wrist and applied a little force. The man's expression twisted in pain and he let go.

Xiao Huai stood up and looked down at him, with no blame or disgust in his eyes.

Nothing, no emotion at all.

He just said this to prove his guess.

He didn't get any clues about the third-level game copy, nor did he consider going to the player market to buy clues for a specific game.

There are only two reasons why he chooses games - it's fun, or it's a coincidence.

The man in front of me stayed in the game hall for a long time and did not participate in the game.

Through those eyes, Xiao Huai could tell that he had lost the will to live.

The middle-aged man was dirty all over, except for his left hand, which was extremely clean, especially the circle of skin on his ring finger which was whiter than the rest of his skin.

This is the mark left by wearing a wedding ring for a long time.

But now the ring on the ring finger of my left hand is gone, or maybe it was lost.

Or maybe - he himself doesn't want to wear it.

Now seeing the middle-aged man’s reaction, the last one is more likely.

His reaction was anger.

Xiao Huai sneered: "Did you kill him?"

The man's pupils were shaking.

Despair, pain, and endless regret flashed in his eyes.