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  As expected, This old woman was the hidden threat within the mission. She is an NPd due to the straints of the rules, she only act when aloh another pyer.

  "Is that so?" Leaning against the wall, Ran smiled weakly.

  Jiang g stopped paying attention to him. pared to Ran's life or death, he clearly cared more about his own and how to survive, especially si seemed unusually quiet outside.

  He wondered if that Fatty had gotten into trouble again.

  "Wait, wait, wait..." Ran's voice suddenly came, Jiang g frowned and turned around. Did he have more to say?

  Even though Jiang g k was a waste of time here, he still stopped, staring at the troublesome man as if waiting for his words.

  "Brother Hao," Ran grinned. "You're just leaving like this?"

  "You're not worried that the effect of this thing on me might not be as big, and when I recover, I'll stab that old woman to death?"

  With great difficulty, he raised his head. His eyes still held that same unbearable arrogance.

  It was as if the roles were reversed, and it was him pushing Jiang g into a er.

  Jiang g stared at him, and after a while, "So what are you saying...?"

  "I suggest you don't be merciful. Do things decisively and thhly," Ran coughed a few more times. His face was flushed, and his breathing was clearly disturbed.

  "You'd better take my dagger, then y arm, and preferably... preferably also y legs," After a few seds, Ran gasped for breath and chuckled. "If possible, also destroy my eyes and y tongue."

  "Turo a useless person who 't see, 't fight, and 't escape," he suggested. "Only then will things be safe."

  "Do you have a grudge against this body of yours?"

  Jiang g narrowed his eyes. Ran's danger level in his mind had increased signifitly. There were plenty of lunati nightmares, and the rules and insanity here were a pyground for them.

  But a person like Ran, who was cruel to others and even harsher on himself, Jiang g had never seen before.

  He didn't expect this man to not only be ruthless to others but also to himself. Their gazes crossed, and Jiang g didn't see any fear in his eyes.

  He was very calm about the uping oute.

  In a nightmare, whether one was a good person, a bad person, or a madman, none of these titles had much to do with their survivability. What truly determined if one could survive was aremely sharp and calm mind.

  Of course, a bit of luck was also crucial.

  "Just a reminder, if you, or that fatty outside, fall into my hands, do you know what the result will be?" Ran answered. His weak voice began to sound persuasive.

  "You have a knife in your hand and a big meal like me is in front of you for you to enjoy, you really don't want to give it a go?"

  Ran struggled to raise his head, the madness in his eyes almost being tangible. "Opportunities shouldn't be given up on. Believe me," he chuckled lightly. "Especially when it's still in your hands."

  Jiang g walked up, the arc of the dagger fshed before his eyes, and the scorg blood spttered on the wall. The sed, Ran's world plunged into darkness.

  "Farewell."

  Jiang g, who had taken Ran's two daggers from under his coat, slowly stood up and turo leave.

  The old woman's gaze grew increasingly impatient. Her snake-like, long tongue greedily licked the blood on Ran's face. He had gotten his eyes destroyed as he wished, but the smile at the er of his mouth became even more exaggerated.

  At the moment Jiang g fshed out of the door, "Farewell," Ran said o time.

  Jiang g left the room and found the Fatty outside the stone door. At this moment, the Fatty seemed to be terrified, curled up in a er, trembling untrolbly.

  He tightly covered his mouth, as if afraid that something would hear his void e for him.

  Seeing the Fatty like this, Jiang g didn't approach immediately. After for a while, he slowly walked over. "Fatty," he lowered his voice.

  Hearing Jiang g's voice, the Fatty froze for a moment, then seemed to find his savior. "Doctor," he trembled. "Did you know? Just a while ago, as soon as you went in, there was a sound ing from below. It sounded like something was walking oairs, ing up!"

  Looking in the dire the Fatty poihe stairs were pitch bck. He couldn't tell what was down there.

  What was even more unclear was whether the Fatty's words were real or if they were an illusion caused by Ran's tricks.

  Jiang g personally leaowards the tter.

  The mission was already close to the end. If something really was lurking in the darkness, the Fatty would probably have been dead by now.

  "Stop thinking about it," Jiang g patted the Fatty's shoulder. "It must be an illusion. Otherwise, with your fat body, those things wouldn't be able to resist."

  The Fatty wisely chose to believe the doctor's words. He swallowed and forcibly tore his gaze away from the dark stairs. He had been staring at it for at least ten minutes.

  Not daring to breathe.

  "Doctor," the Fatty finally snapped out of it, and then saw the injuries on Jiang g's body. Not only was he injured on his body, but his face had also been sshed with a kill bleeding.

  "You're injured!"

  "I'm fine," Jiang g interrupted the Fatty, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I took care of Ra's go in and check the result."

  Upon hearing this, the Fatty's face suddenly lit up, and he excitedly said, "Doctor, did you succeed in the sneak attack?"

  Jiang g choked on the words and immediately gred at him in dissatisfa. "It's not a sneak attack. He couldn't beat me. I'll be ho with you. I even spared him a hand and a leg."

  The Fatty didn't care about these details. After all, it wasn't something new for the doctor to bullshit. He swallowed and lowered his voice. "Doctor, you mean, the old woman... is she going to...?"

  "Hmm."

  "Then what?" the Fatty asked. "What should we do?"

  Jiang g took the time to expin his uanding of this duo the Fatty. After hearing this, the Fatty's hair stood on end. He swallowed hard and looked at Jiang g weakly. "Doctor, I uand that the old woman is an NPC, but... but aren't you givioo much credit by saying that she's part of the curse?"

  "And..." The Fatty looked at him in fusion. "You said the white-dressed woman ooe..."

  "Priestess," Jiang g interjected.

  "Right, right, the white-dressed priestess, is also the old woman, how is that even possible?" The Fatty looked at him, blinking. "I saw that white-dressed priestess clearly, she was very beautiful, with big..., and didn't look like the old woman at all!"

  Having unicated with Ran more, Jiang g felt a bit unaced to switg back to the Fatty. "It has nothing to do with looks," Jiang g shook his head, his tone suddenly being serious. "You uand it as... a kind of iance."

  (End of the Chapter)

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