Compared to the prop "pen" delivered by the game, the one in the host's hand looked more like a chisel with a terrifying blade on the end. A paradoxical blend of dullness and sharpness, he brought his raised hand down, steadily and fiercely driving it into the monster's body.
One of the little octopus's tentacles had just grown a little, and it subconsciously protected Wen Shi's heart. From its perspective, the tip was completely facing them.
Its worries are obviously a bit unnecessary.
Puff——
The pen pierced into the invisible flesh, and a strong stench spread from the holes in the monster's body before the blood did. Wen Shi held his breath and turned his face away, just avoiding the black chimpanzee blood spraying towards his eyes.
The host did not pull out the weapon directly, but slashed it with the force of the current. The instant it was exposed to the light, it was like mottled wall paint, and another piece of tissue fell off.
However, the monster's size was like water falling to the ground, making it difficult to hit a vital spot. In excruciating pain, Jianguangsi dragged his remaining body against the wall to avoid it. It was then that he saw clearly that there was someone behind him... a man in a pink suit wielding a strange weapon.
Who is this?
I racked my brains but couldn't figure out when there was one more person in the hospital.
I don't know that the host has a great relationship with Ao.
It was so predatory that Ao would only let it out when an intern arrived, otherwise it was kept in the dean's office. It could escape with a bit of effort, but it wasn't necessary. Fresh flesh and blood generally stimulated its devouring instincts.
With the arrival of players in the past two days, Jianguangsi became excited again.
"Thank you, thank you." As one of the true resentful players, he leaned against the wall with one hand and stood up awkwardly. Now Wen Shi had only one thought in his mind: If I care about my future, I will do good things.
People really need to do more good deeds. The efforts made in rescuing the host in the last copy were finally rewarded.
Jianguangsi used an invisible flesh membrane to seal his blood vessels to ensure that his breath did not leak out, while trying to find a way to evacuate.
As he was moving along the crack in the wall, Jian Guangsi was frightened and thought he was dead, but he saw that the man in the pink suit never looked in his direction and suddenly stopped.
He can't see me?!
He tentatively moved closer, confirming the host's lack of reaction. A surge of joy washed over him. He didn't know how the previous attack had succeeded, but it was clear the other party didn't know his location.
Seeing that the host didn't launch a second round of attacks, Wen Shi was also stunned. He thought of the same thing as seeing the light and dying. He immediately became alert and warned: "Be careful!"
In the blink of an eye, Jianguangsi had already crawled out from the ground, and the sole of the host's leather shoes was half melted.
Two consecutive serious injuries made Jianguangsi unable to use his penetrating ability to devour, and he could only gobble it up roughly.
A strong white light flashed.
Those who love light the most will die when they see it. When this light appeared, their movements involuntarily paused for a second.
The host took a step back during the brief break and poked the pen into the ground.
The pen teleported to the side, and the pen also moved with it. At this time, the host seemed to be able to see it again.
Wen Shi, the rescued outsider, finally saw what was going on.
Hidden at the junction of the ceiling and the wall, a photographer's cold camera was pointed downwards. A dark camera also jutted out of the door not far away. The host wore headphones, allowing him to receive information at any time.
"We are a team." The host said as the pen poked out black liquid again.
In this world, gangs are always the most powerful.
Wen Shi's agreement with the monster originally required the journalists to be protected. He hadn't really given it much thought at the time; it was his subconscious need for thoroughness that made him say it almost without thinking. Wen Shi even forgot what he had emphasized.
Looking at the camera crew, after the initial shock passed, Wen Shi became curious whether the host had found a new sponsor. He had destroyed all the old cameras, and buying a new set of equipment was not cheap.
The equipment used by the program team should not be underestimated. The "supernatural drone" that can even shoot back in time is the best example.
The camera captured a blurry trajectory, and the photographer reported the location to the host in real time. It was like being tortured to death by being exposed to the light, and was peeled off piece by piece.
Wen Shi turned his head and asked the little octopus on his shoulder: "Is it not good for me to do nothing?"
The invisible mother body, the dense schizonts, such a difficult task, it seemed that he had nothing to do except running. Looking back, it was like a relay race. At each place, he passed the baton, and the baton would naturally pass to the next runner.
...It's simply depravity.
The little octopus thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you just shout 'Come on!' and I'll shout with you... 'Come on!'"
This also counts as talking.
"That makes sense." Wen Shi agreed with it. "The rules shouldn't classify you as mentally retarded."
The little octopus agreed with this.
In fact, Wen Shi did play a certain role. Jian Guangsi was injured by Yijian Pingzhi, and was affected by the mentally retarded area, which provided great convenience for the host's monster-killing process.
The black liquid on the ground was almost flowing to Wen Shi's feet. His injuries were too severe, and he was finally unable to conceal his breath. Only a palm-sized ball of black air was left, barely gasping for breath.
Wen Shi went up with the Qingmu sword and asked the host, "Can I come?"
The host nodded.
Wen Shi looked at the pet that made him extremely embarrassed and raised his arm cruelly.
Jian Guangsi shouted desperately, but all his clones were dealing with Jian Qingrong below. He could not protect himself at the moment and could not call for help.
"You have no one above you, but I do." After Wen Shi finished speaking, he dropped the sword without any hesitation.
Strange cries, like those of wild monkeys, rang out in the corridor.
Without needing any sword skills, Wen Shi's sword pierced the monster's heart like slaughtering a bound animal. He pierced several more holes in the monster's heart. From each of the holes, black and red blood erupted like fountains, spilling not only the monster's heart but also the Dean's.
The strange screams became weaker and hoarse until they disappeared.
Wen Shi half-knelt down and personally dissected out the organs on the scarlet side.
"You have obtained another heart that was hidden from view. Current collection task is 56."
Jian Qingrong can increase his strength by absorbing the torso of the Mermaid King. Wen Shi originally wanted to try whether the Ao heart hidden in Jianguangsi's body could have the same effect, but he never expected to suddenly receive a prompt sound.
The remaining part of the body turned into black water. Wen Shi hurriedly searched in the fishy liquid and found a black heart the size of a fingernail that had not turned into water.
"You have obtained the Heart that dies in the light. Current collection task is 66."
"Special Mission - Dean's Pet Completed."
"The [Little Cape] status bar has been updated."
[Small Cloak: Breath Concealment +50, Cold Protection +50, Can be invisible for two minutes per day, can be freely switched in size according to the user's status.]
The cloak and the light-sensitive props both have similar stealth abilities. The game did not distribute the stealth props separately, but continued to use the original props.
"Special mission - killing half of the deans has been completed."
"Congratulations, you're one step closer to becoming dean."
Today's system prompt sound is like leeks, one crop after another comes after being cut.
"You have reached the fifth floor. Congratulations on triggering the curse of this floor."
"Please find a way to break the curse within forty-eight hours."
"…"What's there to be happy about?
Wen Shi suddenly looked at the host, whose skin was very white. But it wasn't the exaggerated whiteness that was painted on before. His skin felt like marble, stiff and cold, and ready to crack at any moment.
The camera crew hiding in the dark are all in similar positions, like stone sculptures.
Wen Shi suddenly thought of a possibility: "Are you also cursed?"
Compared to before, the host talks much less, which is related to the current state of being cursed.
He nodded expressionlessly.
The host is much more resilient than Wen Shi. He has been holding on for a long time after being cursed, but it is estimated that he can only last for two or three days at most.
After three seconds of silence, Wen Shi patted his chest and said, "I, Aaron, will take care of it."
"...Let's go down first." After making these bold statements, his face quickly fell. The disgusting black water on the ground irritated him, making him dizzy and his head swell. He couldn't bear holding his breath any more.
The Light-Dead Monster had eaten many people in the past. These were the accumulated corpse fluids that had been fermenting in the shadows for years and could even be equivalent to mild toxins.
On the fourth floor stairwell, although it was clearly the same species, Jian Qingrong did not leave any stains when dealing with the surrounding split bodies.
All purification is completed silently.
The several patients he brought out of the crack zone had varying degrees of injuries during the cross-zone process, and extreme exploitation might arouse a rebellious mentality.
After last night, Jian Qingrong's strength was a little overdrawn.
He had previously witnessed the Light-Slaying Octopus devouring its tentacle, confirming it was a well-hidden monster. Wen Shi's Qi and Blood were running low, and he was already showing signs of fatigue from over-using leverage. Jian Qingrong estimated that the sword could only be used once more within a short period of time. If he couldn't aim and eliminate the monster in one go, and was surrounded by the remaining fragments, he would be in a very passive position.
The best way is to split the troops into two groups.
Jian Qingrong learned from the patients that the reporters who broke in were sent to the fifth floor, and more than one person was sent there.
Compared to the monsters on the fourth floor and the restless patients in the fantasy area, Wen Shi's way out is upstairs.
At this moment, some flesh and blood had corroded Jian Qingrong's right wrist, and there were still a few scattered split bodies left to be dealt with.
A cold snort came from upstairs: "Useless thing."
After despising Jian Qingrong, the little octopus stood on Wen Shi's shoulder and waved his tentacles: "Lead a charge, go save them."
None of the NPCs had a good temper. The host's gaze slowly fell on the rampant tentacle.
Wen Shi seriously suspected from the little octopus's tone that it had recently read some bad literature. Unfortunately, now was not the time to interrogate him with rhetoric, so Wen Shi quickly explained in a low voice, "It just came out of the mentally retarded area."
The host chose to forgive a moron.
"Please help my friend."
The NPC has a bad temper but is good at reciprocating. Wen Shi also saved the camera crew, and the host doesn't mind helping the partner he cares about.
The pen was poked at each black shadow with ease. The split bodies were much easier to deal with than the parent body. As the pen tip scribbled, some black stains appeared on the ground.
After the split body was cleaned up, Wen Shi spread out his two palms, looked at Jian Qingrong and tilted his head: "Is there anything you like?"
A heart in each hand.
Although Ao's heart was only half, it was much larger and was almost pierced into a sieve.
Jian Qingrong took a look and shook his head slightly.
Ao's source of power seems to be unique, and the heart is just his weakness, with nothing of value to absorb.
Upon hearing this, Wen Shi asked everyone to accompany him to XX District.
When passing by the fantasy area, the patients at the door witnessed the process of the split body being dealt with. They hesitated for a moment and did not take the initiative to cause trouble.
After passing through the fantasy area, Wen Shi stopped in front of a ward door. He asked Jian Qingrong and the others to wait outside, knocked on the door three times, and walked in.
Patient No. 233 in the ward moved his eyes slightly after seeing the "intruder".
His hands were covered in sticky blood, but there was no trace of murderous intent on his body, so it was difficult to tell the other party's true purpose.
Wen Shi calmly placed half a heart on the bedside table and introduced it, "This belongs to the dean."
He threw the other heart, which had died in the light, into the trash can. Then, without asking, Wen Shi took out a wet tissue and wiped the blood off his fingers in a perverse manner.
"I said I would kill the dean. The promise I made is always true and valid." The young man slowly pulled out a smile at the corner of his mouth, looking like both a human and a devil at the same time.
I can't hold on to this disgusting organ for so long. Now that I'm here, it would be unreasonable not to try it out before leaving.
An elegant and perverted image will help you gain the opportunity to communicate with patients on a relatively equal footing. If you're lucky, you can even get some clues about the fifth floor.
…
While Wen Shi was engaged in a team battle, the team-building team was still riding in a super luxurious carriage to the team-building location.
Ao was extremely stingy with the hospital and was reluctant to pay for the renovation of the floor tiles. However, he did a great job in his own face-saving projects and always traveled in expensive carriages.
Wen Shi had had the good fortune to experience this once before, when he was being taken back to the hospital from the castle after finishing the game. The carriages players were riding in now were several times larger and more luxurious than the one he had ridden that day.
"I don't know what the situation is like in the hospital." Ji Yuanzhi frowned slightly. "Pei Wenwei, as the dungeon triggerer, has the most innate advantages, but he's having a harder time than anyone else."
Thinking of Wen Shi fighting alone, Song Yan became nervous: "Is there any way to end the team building early so we can rush back to help?"
As soon as I asked the question, I felt it was unrealistic. There is a rule in the hospital regulations: On the day of team building, you are not allowed to be absent or leave early without reason.
This is an iron rule.
In the same carriage, the president of the Seven Commandments, whose hypnosis effect had ended, really hoped that the cross would bless Pei Wenwei and allow him to die early and be reincarnated.
He made the sign of the cross on his chest, but before he could finish the second stroke, the carriage suddenly shook violently.
The horse was frightened and let out a sharp neigh, and the players in the car bumped into the car board.
The carved carriage roof in front of him was blown away. Ao spat out a mouthful of blood. In his extreme rage, he couldn't even control the outflow of his own strength.
"Aaron!" The angry roar shook the earth. "Damn it, it must be him, it must be him!"
Ao has begun to speak incoherently.
The dull pain in his chest reminded him that half of his heart had been damaged.
The only people left in the hospital were patients, a handful of nurses and one doctor.
It was impossible for a patient to suddenly attack his pet, and even less so for a nurse. Every time there was a team-building day, Ao would leave one person alone, ostensibly to be on duty, but in reality to satisfy his nasty desires.
Even if there are ten thousand impossibilities, the only one who would kill the light-sick creature is that humble ant.
He wished he could turn into an arrow and fly back to the hospital, but Ao had no way to go back and violate the hospital rules. The anger that had nowhere to vent turned the power in his body into turbulence. The cows in the farmland beside the road were caught in the disaster, and their blood vessels were cut by the air flow. The blood just splattered into the carriage where Song Yan and others were sitting. The president of the Seven Commandments who was sitting by the window was covered in blood.
"Ahhhhh! I will kill you, I will kill you--"
The deafening roar from the front continued, mixed with the sound of horse hooves. Many players looked grim. Spending most of the day on team building with such a madman was simply a matter of life and death.
Yu Xingzhou promptly took out the syringe given by the nurse when he changed jobs and injected the syringe into the frightened horse, which was about to run for its life.
Before this, he had never thought that tranquilizers would be used in this place.
The horses pulling the carriage were forcibly pacified. Yu Xingzhou, having solved the problem, put away his props, looked at Ji Yuanzhi and said calmly, "Don't just pity Pei Wenwei, please have some pity on us too."
"…"