They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Wu Ziyan was taken aback when he heard it so clearly, then burst out laughing: "Don't worry, I'm lucky, I won't die. And even if I do, I won't let you die."

Han Yuxiu couldn't say anything, and Sima Lingchuan also kept silent. Seeing their pale faces, Wu Ziyan knew they were genuinely worried about him. She shrugged, placed one hand on each of their shoulders, and gave a grim smile: "Really, don't worry!"

Before she could finish saying "Don't worry," a metallic, sweet taste welled up in her mouth. She covered her mouth with her hand. This was vomiting blood for no reason. There were no warning signs, and she didn't feel any discomfort. If it weren't for the protagonist's halo, she would have thought she was going to vomit blood to death.

The two men were about to speak, their brows furrowed and their hearts pounding in their throats, but Wu Ziyan waved her hand, took out a handkerchief, and casually wiped her face: "Detoxification."

Half a day is quite fast, and we finally arrived at our destination. It wasn't the secret realm that Dr. Han had described; it was just a hot spring town, at least on the surface.

Their group was neither too large nor too small. Because they were traveling in secret and claimed to be a merchant caravan, they did not attract the attention of the people in the town. Soon they found an inn to stay in.

After putting away all their luggage, they went to the lobby to eat. As expected of a border area, every inn was filled with people from various countries, speaking different languages. It was a peaceful place.

During the meal, they kept feeling eyes on them. It turned out to be the shopkeeper at the counter, who stared at them for a while. They wondered what his intentions were.

While the big shot was still pondering, the innkeeper personally brought over the food and approached him, saying, "Esteemed guests, you are unfamiliar faces. Is this your first time visiting Manluo Town?"

Wu Ziyan glanced at the proprietress. Her posture was ordinary, but her eyes told her that this person was not simple. She smiled and replied, "Yes, proprietress, don't take advantage of us because we are from out of town!"

"What are you saying, sir? Our little shop is honest and fair to all, young and old!" But then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He hadn't expected that this petite woman was actually their leader.

The two chatted idly, and Wu Ziyan thought that since the inn had been in this town for so long, it must know some clues. Finally, she asked the main question: "Innkeeper, do you know where there is a cold spring around here?"

Hearing her question, she was taken aback at first, then flashed her signature smile: "Oh! This place is all hot springs, there's no cold spring here!"

The proprietress put down the food and drinks and said, "Please enjoy your meal. If you need anything else, just order more." Without saying anything more, she went to the counter, where she pressed a button.

When the kitchen staff saw the gears turning, they knew something was happening. Soon, many people came and went, whispering among themselves. Before long, only Wu Ziyan and his group remained in the shop.

Wu Ziyan was patient, taking a sip of tea, squinting her eyes, and swirling the teacup: "Boss lady, you're truly honest and fair to everyone!"

"Who are you!"

"We're just ordinary business people."

The shop doors slammed shut, and the house grew dark. A group of people came out of the kitchen, dressed as waiters and cooks, but their menacing aura was undeniable.

"Although I don't know where you heard this news, you didn't even bother to find out before you came. The place you're looking for is a taboo of the Manluo family!"

It turns out that this cold spring is also guarded, because the sacred medicine of the cold spring is extremely precious. It is no exaggeration to say that it has the effect of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones. The cold spring has always been guarded by the Manluo family.

When they asked, they assumed that the people who had come to spy on the sacred medicine were here again. Wu Ziyan did not recall this matter. She only remembered that Huang Ziliang had given her some unofficial notes when he left, as well as a note from Doctor Han, which she did not know where she had put.

She stood up and thought for a moment, then said directly, "Do you know a doctor surnamed Han?"

The scene was silent for a moment, with no reaction. The proprietresses whispered among themselves, "Who is this Dr. Han he's talking about?"

"What Dr. Han? I've never even heard of him!"

"That's right, why are they talking about Doctor Han for no reason!"

The proprietress thought carefully for a moment, recalling that her mother had mentioned a Korean doctor, but how long ago was that? She stroked her chin: "Is there any evidence to prove his identity?"

"There's a letter, but I don't know where I put it." Her casual remark made the proprietress a little embarrassed. The atmosphere was clearly tense, yet she was acting so nonchalantly.

"You may be short, but you're quite bold. Fine, you can go to the Cold Spring if you want, but leave the two handsome men with you behind. Besides, you're already exhausted and can't enjoy such beautiful people anymore." She laughed heartily, and the cooks around her laughed along with her.

"What are you saying! Don't you even know who you are? You still dare to covet me and my brother Sima...!" Han Yuxiu slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"That's going too far, boss lady. I'll naturally cherish my beauty." Wu Ziyan stood up, feigning confidence, but the moment she stood up, everything went black, she vomited blood, and then lost consciousness.

"Ziyan!" "Wu Ziyan!"

She only vaguely heard chaotic shouts, and then felt a chill that pierced her soul.

Not fully conscious, he heard the system's cold, mechanical voice: "You have obtained Nirvana, which grants you immunity to death in the game, but the pain you feel each time you are injured will be doubled."

When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by a cold atmosphere. She had no feeling in her hands and feet. Perhaps the only things that were still clear to her were her brain and her eyes, because she couldn't even speak.

All that could be seen was a white-haired, youthful-looking person pounding some medicine with a hammer and then pouring it into the water. This was repeated several times. Wu Ziyan was unable to move or speak and was in great pain.

But she seemed to hear the system's voice in a daze, something about Nirvana skills, but she didn't know how to check it.

A hoarse yet shrill voice, like that of an old man playing a erhu with a misplayed string, rang out: "Awake?"

Wu Ziyan could only blink; what else could she do? The old man with white hair and a youthful face said again, "Oh, I forgot you can't speak, but you can just soak in this last soup."

She then began to explain her identity and some things that Wu Ziyan wanted to know. It turned out that she had been unconscious for seven days, and today was the eighth day. If she did not wake up on the tenth day, she would be thrown to the border to be fed to the wolves.

The old man spoke bluntly, and Wu Ziyan almost laughed, but couldn't. She remained in the water for an unknown amount of time before the old man scooped her out of the pool with a large net, just like catching a fish. The feeling was truly magical.