Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liang Zaibing asked, seemingly casually, "Your main mission should also be to make up for the shortcomings, right? What do you want to accomplish using the Gu worms?"

Huo Huo glanced at him with fierce eyes, but his tone carried a shameless familiarity, "To exchange information, you should first show some sincerity."

Liang Zaibing rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache. "When performing a ritual to summon a friend's spirit, there's probably no need to look at the photos, right?"

Given the gossip-loving nature of his audience, it should have been spread like wildfire by now.

"Oh," Huo Huo responded cryptically, then suddenly raised his left hand in mid-air.

There was a very obvious suture scar on his rough, broad palm, where the little finger and metacarpal bone were connected, with a stitch around the entire little finger.

Such wounds easily evoke many social events, such as someone cutting off their finger while drunk or high on drugs, or acting impulsively due to conflicts with parents or relatives.

There are also gamblers who are regulars in gangster movies, and after accumulating huge debts, they are robbed of their hands and feet by debt collectors.

As it turned out, Liang Zaibing's guess was correct.

Huo Huo awkwardly bent his little finger, which had been stitched back together, and asked, "See this?"

He scoffed dismissively, "That gambler lost his house and car, and then, blinded by greed, borrowed a huge sum of money hoping to win it all back. But he couldn't pay it back and got chopped up by the debt collectors."

"That's why I came to this run-down village in order to pay off my debts, turn my fortunes around, and keep gambling."

"Is this your character's background, or your own experience?" Liang Zaibing asked uncertainly.

Based on the clues he has obtained so far, each player's main storyline is aligned with their personality and experiences, and Huo Huo should be no exception.

However, the experiences he described didn't match his true self at all. He wasn't like a gambling addict, hopelessly insane and depraved.

If I had to say, it's not entirely incompatible; Huo Huo's ruthless attitude of taking life and death lightly and being ready to go all in at any time is somewhat similar.

However, he wasn't so obsessed with "winning" and "money," which completely distinguished him from a gambling addict. It seems he was simply looking for trouble.

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"Of course it's about the character and the plot, what else?" Huo Huo waved his hand dismissively. "I wouldn't even look at this kind of gambling addict."

Liang Zaibing further questioned, "Didn't you call the police when your character's finger was cut off? The dungeon is supposedly a society governed by law, so how dare those loan sharks be so brazen?"

Huo Huo shrugged nonchalantly, showing no sign of guilt at being exposed. "Okay, I was just kidding."

"This piece of trash chopped off his finger with a kitchen knife when he promised his wife he would never gamble again."

"This guy is such a coward. After cutting off his finger, he immediately refrigerated and bandaged it, and rushed to the hospital to have it reattached."

Liang Zaibing was speechless, unsure whether to call this gambler clever or not. He probably did some research online before cutting off his finger and even knew that severed limbs should be refrigerated and sent to the hospital immediately.

This is probably why his finger was able to be reattached successfully.

They acted quite hard, but if they had put even a tenth of that effort into doing things right, they would have made a decent living.

People completely corrupted by gambling will kneel down, slap themselves, or even cut off their fingers to show their resolve. But all of that is no different from a dog barking; they will definitely gamble again.

These actions were not out of love at all; they just wanted to keep the blood pack that was helping them pay off their debts.

-----

Just as their conversation came to an end, the door of the bamboo house opened again, and Lin Yisen walked out looking like he hadn't had enough.

Liang Zaibing was so startled by his expression that she took two steps back. "What kind of reaction is that? Is eating bugs something to be happy about?"

Lin Yisen placed his right hand on his chest, sensing the faint movement of the Gu worms, and looked somewhat regretful.

"I just think it's a waste to just eat it like that. I haven't had time to study it yet, but I can make up for it by experimenting on myself and observing the reaction."

Lin Yisen complained bitterly, "I wanted to ask that witch for a few more worms, but she chased me away with a broom."

Haha, I really shouldn't have had any hope for this technological monster.

Liang Zaibing's lips twitched, and she took two steps to the side with a hint of disgust. "Did you figure out anything from the photos I sent you before?"

Get all the information out of him quickly and dump this pervert.

"Based on initial observation, the pink caterpillar is likely the larva of a certain morpho butterfly in the genus Morpho of the order Lepidoptera. Of course, it has also undergone obvious mutations and is poisonous."

Liang Zaibing's face was grave, her expression somewhat serious. "But I didn't feel any signs of poisoning."

Lin Yisen rested his index finger on his left jaw and thought deeply for a while before giving a guess: "It's possible that it has evolved the ability to secrete anesthetic toxins, so even if it bites your internal organs into a thousand holes, you won't feel any pain."

Liang Zaibing felt a chill run through her body, and immediately felt a phantom pain in her abdomen as if she were being gnawed by poisonous insects.

"Damn it, can't you say something human-readable?"

Huo Huo frowned. The tragedy of almost being strangled to death by that snake worm last night was still fresh in his mind. For the time being, he did not want to have any connection with the worm.

But driven by the plot, they had no choice.

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The remaining three players entered the small, cramped stilted building one after another.

Grandma Alin opened her empty, toothless mouth and revealed a withered smile. "What brings you to Qingli, child?"

"I want my lover to only look at me and be devoted to me alone."

"I want to stay young forever and enjoy love forever."

"I want to see someone again."

They too ingested the deadly Gu worms, willingly taking the poison that would pierce their intestines for everything they desired.

When Su Changxia left the small building, she calmly took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly inhaled.

His thoughts drifted away, gazing blankly at the lush, verdant mountains, recalling a few fragmented scenes from an old movie.

The young man's voice suddenly broke her silence.

"Sister Su, what kind of Gu worm do you have?"

Liang Zaibing felt that she and Su Changxia were not close enough to pry into each other's private matters, so she chose to ask more conservative questions.

Su Changxia slowly exhaled a dark pink smoke ring, then lowered her head and flicked off the ash. "A pinkish-red caterpillar, about five or six centimeters long, I think it's called something like that..."

"My soul is bound to you."

Liang Zaibing was taken aback, clearly not expecting to encounter the same Gu worm as Su Changxia.

"Does Sister Su also have someone she wants to see?"

"You have an interesting way of speaking," Su Changxia smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Otherwise, why would I come to this instance?"

With Su Changxia's strength, he no longer needs to come to such a low-difficulty S-level dungeon.

So there's only one reason she would come to [Heart Gu]: she wants to die in a sweet illusion.

However, even if Hongjun's members die in the dungeon, they can be resurrected, which might be no different from a vacation for Su Changxia.