The Painted Woman's Identity
Zong Lanzhi only realized what she had done after slapping him. She rubbed her brow and said, "I was hallucinating."
The player who had been slashed hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Zong Lanzhi saw that two more of her people were missing and pressed him for their whereabouts. Only then did the slashed player turn serious. "Go take a look."
Zong Lanzhi followed him into another ward and found the two lying in bed, both looking haggard, as if they had suffered serious injuries.
"I checked them over. There's nothing wrong," Liao Na said, stepping away from the bedside. "But they both think they've lost a kidney."
Zong Lanzhi frowned. Before he could say anything, one of the patients spoke first. "I feel like I'm missing something."
"What are you missing?"
"Maybe benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, and faith... Maybe my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys... Or maybe my conscience."
Oh, the lines had changed this time.
"Is he going to dig out everyone's organs?" The slashed player was horrified. They were in a hallucination, and even if their organs hadn't really been removed, the suggestion alone might be enough to kill them.
Zong Lanzhi's instincts told him that the person he had just seen was Xu Huo. Worse than being trapped in a simple hallucination, Xu Huo seemed able to use the Dungeon's setting to learn about their pasts. That was more dangerous than being caught in a life-or-death crisis—Xu Huo could use what he learned to uncover their weaknesses and hold their lives in his hands!
In reality, he was overthinking it. Xu Huo had no particular interest in their secrets, and he didn't need any leverage. They were here for only one reason: to be test subjects.
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