Chapter 18

"Smack —"

Just as everyone was running away, He Jianlan was bumped into by someone. The black-rimmed glasses on his face fell into the darkness and shattered into glass shards under the trampling of the people behind him.

Not only that, but the oil lamp also flew out of his hand and smashed into pieces on the ground.

"Old Qin!"

He Jianlan yelled, "My glasses are broken."

His eyes were highly myopic. Without his glasses, he could only see a blurry halo of colors. He even had to lean in close to see a person's face clearly.

"Sh * t, at this time … Let's hide first!"

Qin Ye knew about He Jianlan's problem. He cursed and tugged at the man's sleeve, taking the time to glance behind him.

With the night vision granted by the werewolf's blessing, he could easily see the abnormalities on both sides of the corridor.

It was as if someone had used a worn-out paint brush to paint the walls from the second floor of the basement.

Wherever the brush touched, rust would dance in the air, and large patches of the walls would peel off. Black blood and broken bones that had been there for years splattered in the corners. The air was filled with the stench of corpses. It was as if they had fallen from the mortal world into a twisted and dark hell.

Although Messiah shouted for them to split up, the group in the middle tacitly chose to stick together.

The elders were not stupid. At such a critical juncture, not following the Holy Son was a walking life-saving talisman. Instead, they would lose their advantage in numbers because of panic. It was simply not worth it.

He Jianlan, Qin Ye, and Meng Tianlu followed closely behind them.

The five of them ran all the way. Under the guidance of the medium, they hid in one of the dilapidated wards on both sides of the corridor.

In the distance, where there was still some light in the stairwell, a distorted shadow was projected on the ground.

The sound of footsteps gradually lengthened along with the shadow.

After finding a hiding place, the four of them looked at Meng Tianlu in unison.

"How is it? Where's the clue? "

The medium's face was pale. His eyes were shut tight, and his body was trembling.

Large beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. "No … No … No clue, I don't feel it."

He was just testing the waters before, and his mental power was instantly drained. He was in so much pain that he wished he was dead. Now that he stepped into this abyss, Meng Tianlu only felt that his body was surrounded by coldness. Shrill laughter everywhere covered his five senses, and thousands of hands dragged him into a quagmire.

How could there be no clue?

Everyone was shocked.

"How could there be no clue?" He Jianlan was shocked.

"Didn't the newbie say that Vincent was on the second floor?"

Meng Tianlu, however, could not speak. His lips turned purple, and his pupils turned white.

"Vincent's. he's.

Messiah placed the High Priest's Staff on the psychic's shoulder with a cold expression.

The Messiah, the medium's's's's's's's's's.

It was a pity that his healing had little effect on mental strength. It was more effective in healing external injuries.

There was silence in the narrow, shabby room.

The sounds of terror in the corridor continued, and the blood-curdling screams continued.

Despair shrouded the corridor.

The first iron law of the infinite cycle was that no matter how strong a person was, as long as they were not beyond the scope of human beings, they would always be at the bottom of the ghost food chain.

At this moment, there was a heavy kick from the door not far in front of them.

The doctor in a white coat picked up a person and walked steadily toward the stairwell. From their angle, they could only see a waterfall-like white hair flowing down from his arms and half of the unconscious young man's face.

[F * ck, the white-haired beauty has been caught! I don't want it!]

[Ahhhhh, did anyone see the whole thing in the live broadcast room? I just cut to the next venue to watch the fight, and when I came back to this venue, I found out that Ajiu was caught?]

[Let's go back upstairs. Ajiu was squatting in the room just now, but I didn't expect that perverted doctor to be standing behind her.

[Sigh, it's over. She was caught by the dungeon's big boss. What a pity. She'll turn into a fool after the surgery.]

"That thing is coming."

Qin Ye stared at Doctor Chu's disappearing figure and broke the silence. "Shall we try our best to escape?"

Although they could not fight the ghosts head-on, relying on the combined strength of the few of them, it would not be a problem for them to temporarily escape from this dangerous situation.

However, if they did that, it would mean that this operation would be declared a failure again. Not only would they not get any clues about clearing the dungeon, but they would also not be able to get any clues about clearing the dungeon. What was worse was that as the dungeon entered the third day, there was not much time left for them.

He Jianlan thought of another A-level dungeon, 'Jingbai Middle School', that was very similar to this dungeon.

The Jingbai Middle School dungeon had a very strict time limit. The mission time was seven days. If they did not find enough clues in the entire school in the first six days, then on the seventh day, all the teachers and students in the entire school would become evil ghosts and start a massacre indiscriminately.

Now it seemed that the mental hospital dungeon had a certain degree of similarity to the Jingbai Middle School dungeon. Even if they could avoid the ghosts on the second floor, there were still 78 hours left on the third day. Even if it was a permanent special item, there was a limit to its usage frequency and cooldown time. The gap in between was undoubtedly the best time for the ghosts to take their lives.

He Jianlan stared at his feet.

Without his glasses, he could not see anything clearly, not to mention being in such a dark and cramped environment.

He felt like he had overlooked something.

In the beginning, before the clue of the S-grade item appeared, none of the old people really took this solo show dungeon to heart.

Everyone thought that since the main system had stuffed so many newcomers in, it would not kill them no matter what. Not to mention, this dungeon had the No.2 Holy Son as its leader. The opinions of the commanders were very unified. Everyone searched for clues in an orderly manner and pieced together the clues they had obtained. Everything was on the track of steady development.

They had obtained the S-level clues. They had also searched the entire first floor of the mental hospital. There was no missing piece of information.

There was only one piece left in the puzzle. Of course, they cast their sights on the second floor of the mental hospital that they had never searched before.

According to He Jianlan's inference, if this trip went smoothly, they should be able to obtain clues on the second floor and successfully clear the dungeon.

But now, things had taken a turn for the worst. Not only were they in jail, but even the return they had originally expected was in vain, not to mention that they had no clue about it.

Why were there no clues?

Qin Ye's roar suddenly interrupted He Jianlan's thoughts.

"Now! Break out! "

The man's strong body grew wolf fur, bursting out of his blue and white striped hospital gown. He landed on all fours and ran out of the door.

He Jianlan quickly stood up and pulled Meng Tianlu with Messiah. He held the rope in one hand and followed closely behind his partner.

The giant werewolf let out a long howl in the darkness and rushed towards the dark figure in the corridor without any regard for its life.

"Wait … Wait, don't go …"

At this moment, Meng Tianlu, who was foaming at the mouth, suddenly let out a weak cry.

"Will, will die-"

But it was too late.

In just a second, the giant werewolf's head was pulled out of the ground. The bloody spine was stained with pieces of flesh, dripping onto the rusty ground.

Qin Ye's pupils bulged. One of his eyes was pierced by an unknown sharp claw and went straight to the visual center of his brain.

"Bang-"

The giant body fell to the ground. The bloody hole in the neck and the organs flowed to the ground, forming a dark red mark.

"Old Qin!!!!"

He Jianlan's eyes were about to split open and tears flowed from his eyes.

This unforeseen event caused the bullet screen to explode.

[F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, this is not some small character. This is an A-level Qin Ye!! A-level!!]

There were tens of thousands of horror trainees, and A-level only occupied the first two hundred. According to the ratio, other than the top ten S-level, A-level was also enough to be called a "big boss".

In the end, such an A-level boss was killed on the spot when he used all his trump cards.

Everyone was aware of this.

[F * ck, the monster in this dungeon is an unsolvable supernatural existence!!!]

[It's over. This is really the start of the massacre mode. The rhythm of the team being wiped out. I was wondering, this dungeon doesn't look difficult. How could an S-level item appear? Good lord, it turns out that they were all waiting here.]

[… It's not as difficult as the S-level, but it's definitely at A-level. What does it mean to kill an A-level in an instant?]

"Go … Go … Go."

The head plucked off fell heavily to the ground. The werewolf opened his mouth in vain and blocked in front of the distorted shadow.

He Jianlan could not see what happened, and he did not have the courage to look again. Instead, he held back his tears and ran forward.

He and Qin Ye were the famous golden partners among the high-level survivors. Many people had heard of their names.

Excluding this factor, the two of them were also good friends who had worked together for many years in the Infinite Loop. The depth of their relationship was self-evident.

Back then, Qin Ye's body was corroded to the point that his bones were exposed under the werewolf's blessing. He Jianlan broke five of his fingers in order to get the special item. Fortunately, as long as he had enough survival points, he could recover. He Jianlan would never have thought that even though they had cleared so many incomparably dangerous dungeons together, Qin Ye would fall at the first level of this small, terrifying trainee dungeon.

What was even crueler was that he had no room to be sad.

The A-level Qin Ye could not even survive one hit. That monster was not an existence that could be avoided by human means.

He Jianlan's internal organs were overwhelmed by despair.

Originally, he thought that although the clues were not complete, he only needed to run around and hide for the remaining twenty or so hours to return. But now, even this last path had been cut off. He was completely surrounded by a dead end.

How was this possible? How was this possible?

No matter how difficult and terrifying the dungeon was, the main system would not set up an unsolvable situation. It would definitely leave clues, and let the players find the only correct path from the layers of confusion.

But now it was a dead end.

Out of nowhere, a chill crept up He Jianlan's spine.

It was too coincidental. It was so coincidental that it was as if there was an invisible hand manipulating all of this. It cut off the path when it should have given them hope.

After running for their lives, they were once again standing in the stairwell that led to the basement.

Dim light seeped through the gaps between the buildings and stopped on the dusty staircase.

There was another explanation.

Unless … they had been misled from the beginning.

Who was it? Did the Zhuge An leave them the wrong information? Or did the white-haired E-level not tell the truth?

"Your Excellency —"

He Jianlan quickly turned his head, wanting to ask the Messiah for her thoughts.

But unexpectedly, the golden-haired Holy Son who was originally standing beside him and supporting Meng Tianlu with him was nowhere to be found.

The color block in his retina clearly showed that there was no one there.

"Your Excellency?"

He Jianlan was shocked and doubtful.

Could it be that when the accident happened in Qin Ye, the Messiah stopped to treat him and accidentally got separated?

He looked back at the stairwell.

The pitch-black staircase looked like it could devour a person. It turned into darkness in his eyes, blurring his vision.

The hospital became very quiet. Even the strand of black hair that hung down was the same.

The weight on his shoulders was getting heavier.

The golden-haired Holy Son stood in the corridor and looked at him with a smile.

He Jianlan trembled and lowered his head.

Meng Tianlu had already stopped breathing.

An unfamiliar pale ghostly face was lying beside his arm, grinning at him.