Shen Yiwen glanced at her bare left wrist. "Oh, that? I took it off."
Took it off?
Lu Mi could hardly believe it.
He had once tried taking off his Wristband before a shower-other players must have tried, too-and all he got for his trouble was a surge of excruciating pain.
It hurt so much that, for a moment, he could not tell whether the pain was physical or mental.
In any case, no one would dare try a second time.
Yet this perfectly calm woman had said "I took it off" so casually, as though it were as simple as throwing out a bag of trash.
Cheng Cheng waved a hand in front of his face. "Don't look so shocked. This is the real Shen Yiwen. I checked. She knew the password."
Their password was "the world's biggest asshole," and the answer was "Cheng Cheng."
Lu Mi nodded and shook Shen Yiwen's hand. "Long time no see. It's so good that you're still..."
Suddenly, he could not finish.
Now that he was closer, he could see the wrinkles at the corners of Shen Yiwen's eyes.
"Time flows strangely here. I'm neither quite human nor quite a ghost now, so things like this are normal."
Shen Yiwen waved it off, then told them what had happened during that round of the Human-Ghost Showdown.
Jin Bi had pushed her back into the Dungeon Instance right at the exit. While evading the NPCs hunting her, she had followed the ghost that had been voted out.
That ghost had not been killed by the NPCs, merely voted out. Apart from missing out on the players' flesh, it had lost practically nothing.
It had not noticed Shen Yiwen secretly following it. Muttering, "Where was the teleportation point again?" it headed toward a glowing spot