The Diligent Digger

Whether it hurts or not is not important; Yu Xing moved back even further.

The bullet that struck Han Yan was imbued with the power of a vengeful ghost. After it entered his calf, the entire area of skin there turned bluish-black, and waves of excruciating pain emanated from the bullet hole, as if his muscles were being forcibly torn apart by a ghostly hand.

Cold and uncontrollable, his calves felt as if they no longer belonged to him. The blood in his body was suppressed by this ghostly aura, and it seemed that if he did nothing, the eerie ghostly energy from the wound would spread throughout his body, turning him into a cold corpse.

It's easy to imagine that even a single bullet would be fatal to the strategist; that's the depth of their despair.

The original power of this supernatural pistol was definitely not this great. It was only as Han Yan advanced to the Despair level that all his offerings increased in power along with the enhancement of his Persona Mask.

Yu Xing was eager to try it out. He wanted to know what changes would occur to the Sheqing Dreamscape, the Rose Mask, the strange doll that had been lying dead inside the mask for years, and the Tears of the Underworld Candle once he advanced to the Mourning level.

Right now...

The bullet only lingered on his calf for a few seconds before he neutralized it.

The aura of the ghost emanating from the bullet was expelled by another, more ancient and powerful force, turning into an invisible wisp of smoke that emerged from the wound.

Yu Xing doesn't take the opportunity to leave the camera's view, her wound will begin to heal.

If Han Yan didn't deliberately imbue the bullets with an aura of despair, these ordinary ghosts with no distinguishing features would have no effect on the curse power within Yu Xing, just like mud and rocks entering the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

Even though the cage's effects hadn't completely worn off, slowing the healing of his wounds, it still took him less than five minutes to recover from the gunshot wound.

His muscles would expel the bullet through their peristalsis, then heal back to their original texture, with tendons connecting and a layer of skin covering it.

Even Han Yan didn't know about this. If Han Yan hadn't pricked him quickly enough, by the time he touched the wound, the bullet hole probably wouldn't have been there anymore.

"It's actually not bad. If you like, you can poke it a couple more times." Yu Xing started acting up as soon as she was off-camera.

"Don't make it hurt even more next time, you can make it hurt even more now! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you won't be able to poke me again next time!"

"..." Han Yan felt that if he himself was a madman, then Yu Xing was a mentally ill person.

He's the kind of mentally ill person who pretends to be stupid and doesn't understand no matter how you reason with him or provoke him.

"Alright, you win for now. I'll grant your wish and let you kill your teammates yourself." He didn't want to waste any more time with Yu Xing. If he was stopped from killing Zhao Mou, and Zhao Mou was so cunning, if he didn't chase after him immediately, he would probably have already disappeared. Tracking him would be troublesome, so it was better to find an opportunity to kill Shafuri directly.

Han Yan stared at Yu Xing, remaining silent for about ten seconds. The natural pressure emanating from him made Yu Xing raise an eyebrow.

He could feel as if he were being imprisoned by some ghostly figures, but that was just an illusion, a hallucination that the brain automatically forms when facing intense mental pressure.

Great, this is the Despair Level! I want to be Despair Level too!

At this moment, Yu Xing became even more interested in that high-level power.

If the system knew Yu Xing's thoughts, it would probably cry if it had a physical form.

"You're quite interesting, it's a pity you chose to be an enemy of Single Prism." Han Yan casually concluded, then stepped past Yu Xing.

Yu Xing remained seated on the ground, not stopping him, but a very pleased smile appeared on her lips.

He wasn't just bored and had nothing better to do than use Zhao Mou as bait, but in the end, he did nothing.

If that were the case, he'd be incredibly incompetent.

Han Yan's figure had already walked further and further away into the darkness, but in Yu Xing's mind, he could still accurately sense Han Yan's location.

Breath tracking.

As he stabbed Han Yan in the chest, he subtly channeled a wisp of curse energy into the tip of the dagger.

Yu Xing had used this method many times. The first time, she used it on Ling Heng to track who Ling Heng had contacted in order to revive his girlfriend during the period after the initial version of Alice's Park ended.

It was through tracking the aura of the curse that he was able to follow Ling Heng to Fuhua City, discover Han Xinyi, the murderer in the Throat Cutting Case on the rainy night, and now meet Han Xinyi's biological father, Han Yan.

Inside the Sheqing Bar, he also directly used his curse power to attack the red-clad ghost in the bar.

This shows that, in addition to cursing oneself, the power of a curse can also curse others Yu Xing thought easily.

The power of the curse was very strong, enough to make someone at the Despair level unaware of it. He deliberately chose a conspicuous spot on his chest where he swallowed, which actually made Han Yan less wary.

The problem is that he is still being overshadowed by Han Yan at his current level. As Han Yan's position becomes further and further away from him, his perception of Han Yan will become increasingly blurred, but that's enough.

"Ding-dong."

The bullet, made of an unknown metal, was squeezed out of her calf and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Yu Xing dusted off his clothes, got up, picked up the bullets, put them in his pocket, and casually glanced to the side.

"Zhao Mou, that was a clever move," he said to the bottomless darkness. "You've truly shown what it means to find the safest place in the most dangerous place."

A dull thud came from the darkness.

A second later, there was another sound.

Along with the knocking sound came the sound of slippers scraping against the floor. The door to the ward next to the records room was pushed open, creaking like rust, and then a man in a hospital gown walked out step by step with the help of a cane.

The little silver fox perched atop the cane grinned, as if mocking the humans it had deceived on behalf of its master.

"How did you know I was here?" Zhao Mou was mostly shrouded in darkness and could not be seen clearly, but that did not prevent Yu Xing about his successful escape from his slightly amused, or rather mocking, tone.

"Reverse thinking is something you like to use. Han Yan doesn't understand you, but I've known you for a long time." Yu Xing shrugged. "From the moment I pushed you out, I knew you wouldn't sit idly by. Otherwise, how could you be called the cunning Zhao Mou?"

"If you don't get out of the wheelchair, then the sound of the wheelchair will be the best guide for the enemy. You certainly won't let yourself stay on such a dangerous thing." Yu Xing walked over, and as he approached, the darkness silently receded a little, revealing Zhao Mou's current appearance.

Zhao Mou's cane was just right to support his body, it was really practical like a crutch. Half of Zhao Mou's body weight was leaning on the cane, while the other leg was firmly planted.

"Leg disability." Zhao Mou's lips curled into a smile. "No one has ever stipulated that a leg disability must involve both legs."

So from the very beginning, his leg disability only involved one leg!

He had never stood up from his wheelchair before, no matter what the circumstances, which gave others the impression that he was unable to use either of his legs.

Zhao Mou's hints began as soon as night fell.

He didn't even tell Yu Xing.

"Have you accomplished what you wanted to do?" Zhao Mou asked.

Yu Xing smiled and said, "It's done. Thank you for being the bait."

"... You really have the nerve to say that? Couldn't you have told me before you needed me as bait? I don't think I'm intelligent enough to hold you back." Zhao Mou sighed helplessly, not saying much more. This was probably because Yu Xing was used to being a lone wolf.

If his younger brother teams up with Yu Xing in the future, he must find a way to correct Yu Xing's bad habit. Teammates are meant to be trusted. Sometimes you have to trust that your teammates can do it and can keep up with your pace. Otherwise, if you don't tell your teammates anything and just ask them to follow your commands, you might as well raise two puppets, who would be more obedient.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot." Yu Xing realized this. Indeed, if it were Zhao Mou, even if he only gave a hint before the operation, Zhao Mou would definitely cooperate with him to complete it.

Like this time, he didn't even give him a heads-up, yet Zhao Mou still cooperated with him brilliantly. If Zhao Mou had known beforehand, perhaps he would have performed even better?

Yu Xing fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

"Let's not think about that now. What should we do?" Zhao Mou asked.

Ren Yi's original intention was to let the person with the leg disability stay where he was, with Yu Xing protecting him. However, instead of avoiding Han Yan, the two of them pressed themselves directly against his face.

"Next... let's wait for their results," Yu Xing said. "The two of us should just behave ourselves, not cause any trouble, casually flip through the documents in the archives, and wait for Ren Yi's next instructions as the 'Walking Strategy Guide.'"

What does "well-behaved" mean?

What do you mean by "don't cause trouble"?

They are both such role models!

Two troublemakers, who had just gotten into trouble, sneaked into the archives. The impatient audience then saw the two who had faced off against the desperate Han Yan return unscathed in just a few minutes.

Am I dreaming?

[No, didn't Yu Xing send Zhao Mou away? Didn't Han Yan say he could catch Zhao Mou? Wasn't Yu Xing injured?]

[The insightful question upstairs is exactly what I wanted to say: What's going on? This is what you call bullying honest people, bullying honest people because they have no perspective.]

I want to know where Han Yan is. Was he sent away?

[Most likely, damn it, this episode of Fear Hospital was too exciting, mainly because there were so many inside stories. Even in night mode they were so unethical, what will I see in Dusk Mode? Will I only get a shredded view?]

Everyone knows that there are fewer shots in the Dusk Mode than in the night mode. In previous episodes, if you were unlucky, you wouldn't have seen how the perpetrator managed to avoid the negative effects of twilight and the monster that the Dean had turned into, and silently kill people to complete the mission.

This is absolutely fatal for viewers with a strong sense of curiosity.

[The camera in the Praying Dusk Mode is fixed on someone who likes to run around. Ren Yi, who knows how much scheming he missed, sob sob]

The fixed camera angle will always exist. In this game, the camera is on Ren Yi. If Ren Yi dies, the camera will randomly switch to another person, so there will never be a situation where the audience has nothing to see.

[Speaking of this garden, those people have already discovered it.]

Someone reminded them, and the audience immediately abandoned watching the two grown men flipping through books in the archives and ran to see the garden viewpoint.

Darkness engulfed everything, especially the garden, where only two or three streetlights emitted a faint, almost imperceptible light, which was the garden's only source of light.

The researchers relied almost entirely on their eyesight to move around; night vision was useless in this environment, and they could only see a range of about two or three meters around them, making digging extremely difficult.

Zhao Yijiu held a shovel he had taken from the storeroom on the first floor. With one shovel, the soil began to loosen again, and he turned over a large patch of ground.

Ren Yi was in charge of the exhumation project, but Ren Yi could only define a general area based on previous information. It would still take the four of them some time to dig out the body.

Zhao Yijiu remained silent, only hearing the conversation between Ren Yi and Shafuri. Qu Xuanqing, who didn't like to talk to people, silently dug in the soil closest to Zhao Yijiu while wearing blood-stained clothes.

Zhao Yijiu's back muscles tensed as he shoveled again. In the darkness, the atmosphere in the garden was extremely oppressive; the beautiful flower racks of the morning mode had been transformed into display stands for human heads.

Those heads stared at them with ill intent as they worked, their eyes often radiating malice. It was no doubt that if they hadn't been so far away, those heads would have attacked them long ago.

Incidentally, if Yu Xing decides to complete the mission normally, he and the person who invited him will be talking next to the flower stand, constantly facing the danger of losing their heads.

The temperature in the garden was even lower than inside the building. The distant city shadows now looked like huge ghostly figures standing in the darkness. The oppression was not only mental but also physical. The longer they stayed in the garden, the more sore and tired they felt, and the less strength they could muster.

Sweat gradually seeped from Zhao Yijiu's body. For him, it was simply unbelievable that he would sweat just from digging soil with a shovel.

He watched coldly as the earth was turned upside down, thinking to himself...

It would be great if there was a fortune teller like Zhao Ruru in the team.

Zhao Ruru's divination skills on a small scale are even better than Zhao Mou's.

With her around, their current target area can be reduced by at least half.

For some reason, Zhao Yijiu's thoughts wandered, and for the first time, he clearly felt the presence of the auxiliary deducer.

Just as he was lost in thought, he felt a different sensation on the head of the shovel. He paused, squinting as he looked.

From the ground, a metallic-looking object peeked out from the ground.