Chapter 170.1: Pen Spirit (11)

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The system watched as Qiao Nuo left.

This time, he really left.

The school infirmary was in a peculiar location, situated at the intersection of dormitories, teaching buildings, and the cafeteria. Therefore, there are usually quite a few people coming and going outside its doors.

Although it was already night, it felt like a completely different world from the daytime, as if it had belonged to a separate realm compared to the First University during the day.

However, players participating in the game instance and humans connected to this ghost domain could enter this world at night. None of these individuals belonged to the non-human category.

But Qiao Nuo’s blood only worked against non-humans.

Moreover, Qiao Nuo kicked the door of the school infirmary, so anyone passing by from outside could easily enter.

The pharmacy was just around the corner from the school infirmary. The lights in the pharmacy were still on. From there, one could definitely see the person lying on the sofa at a glance.

A person who was unconscious and powerless.

Obviously, this place was not safe at all, at least for this person.

The system fell silent for a few seconds, and a figure appeared out of thin air next to the sofa.

Just as the figure bent down, intending to pick up the young man on the sofa and find a more secluded place, the figure suddenly froze.

He sharply turned his head to look outside the school infirmary, and the next moment, he pulled up Qiao Nuo’s clothes, completely covering the young man’s head, revealing only a few strands of black hair outside.

Then the man’s figure disappeared on the spot.

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Dormitory building B, room 304.

Four players stared at the glass window, and outside the window, a twisted shadow was crawling, trying to enter the room.

One of the players’ eyes widened. “Hurry, it’s coming in!”

Without thinking, the four opened the door of the room, trying to leave.

However, the shadow was exceptionally fast, and the slowest player failed to escape from the room in the end.

A piercing scream rang out behind the other three, “Ah!!!”

It sounded chilling.

“Save me! Please, save me!”

“Help me... Ah...”

The player’s voice gradually weakened, while the other two players didn’t hesitate, quickly running towards the corridor.

Afraid that a second’s delay would lead to the same fate as the just mentioned player.

However, not all players acted this way. A handsome and gentle-looking man, upon hearing the sound, paused and slowly halted his steps.

Seemingly wanting to rescue someone.

One of the players, upon hearing the man’s footsteps stop, was startled and immediately called out to him, “God Mu, he’s beyond help. Don’t turn back!”

“Yes, God Mu, it’s too dangerous here. Let’s leave first!” Another player immediately advised.

It wasn’t just the two players trying to persuade; the viewers in the live stream were also urging.

[God Mu, he’s really beyond help. Let’s just run! Your combat power is quite low, and if you go, it might end up being two casualties instead of one!]

[God Mu, run quickly! It seems like something is coming from the corridor! Ah ah ah! This instance is too terrifying! Those entities are everywhere. Is this really just an intermediate dungeon?]

[God Mu, I know you’re kind-hearted and can’t bear to see someone die in front of you, but it’s really not worth it. Don’t joke about your own life! You’re the only high-level player streaming among us. If something happens to you, what will we watch?]

The audience in the livestream was sincerely advising because most high-level players didn’t stream. One could only occasionally catch glimpses of them in other players’ streams.

However, Qi Muran was different. He was the only high-level player willing to stream. 

This was because his ability was very special; he had the power to heal external injuries. 

As long as there was a breath left, he could pull someone back from the brink of death.

However, as for him personally, he had little combat capability, and the points he obtained after each clearance were not too high.

He could only secure a minimum amount of points.

But because his skill was practically a bug-like existence in the Infinite Horror dungeons, equivalent to a second life, many high-level players were willing to team up with him to go through dungeons. 

As a result, he became a high-level player.

The audience in the livestream could also see many high-level players who had never streamed before through Qi Muran’s stream. After all, Qi Muran had almost no self-defense ability, and high-level players would protect him.

Therefore, among the players of this Infinite Horror game, Qi Muran had the most fans, reaching a staggering number.

However, despite the advice from players and viewers, Qi Muran ignored it. Upon hearing the faint cries for help from a player, he immediately returned to the dormitory room without hesitation.

He wanted to rescue that person.

The two players, witnessing this, hesitated, but eventually stopped to join in the rescue effort.

After all, Qi Muran lacked any real combat capability. If he were to die here, it would undoubtedly be a significant loss for the Infinite Horror game.

Anyone could suffer severe injuries one day, including them.

However, as soon as the two players stopped, they froze because they saw a terrifying shadow at the end of the corridor.

The shadow was extremely distorted, just looking at it instilled fear, and the dense gloom around it indicated its formidable strength.

It was something they couldn’t deal with; staying would only mean certain death.

The two players exchanged glances and ultimately abandoned the person, running away directly.

The audience in the live stream could also understand the choices made by those two players. After all, while support players were crucial, surviving came first.

But this didn’t stop the cries of grief in the livestream chat.

[Oh no, my God Mu is gone. I won’t be able to watch high-level gameplay anymore.]

[I knew this day would come. With God Mu’s temperament, he’s not suited for horror streaming. Without enough strength to protect himself, kindness equals suicide (lighting a cigarette.jpg).]

[I anticipated this day long ago. It doesn’t work relying on others because there will always be times when someone is alone. God Mu has no combat power, so once he’s alone, it’s over.]

[Wait a minute! It doesn’t seem like it’s over. God Mu has props! I told you, God Mu is kind, but he’s not a brainless saint.]

The livestream audience watched as Qi Muran successfully used props to rescue the player, finally exhaling in relief.

The player had already lost consciousness, but now was definitely not the right time for any form of treatment.

Qi Muran dragged the player outside the dormitory room, but his speed was too slow, especially with the extra weight. 

The heavily distorted ghostly shadow relentlessly pursued them from behind, and it was only a matter of time before the two of them would be caught.

Despite this, Qi Muran refused to abandon the person.

Dragging the player was too slow, and Qi Muran seemed to lack strength, making it quite challenging. When they encountered stairs, Qi Muran pushed the unconscious player down the stairs and then continued running down himself.

This way should be much faster, and they had successfully created some distance between themselves and the ghostly shadow.

I apologize for the oversight. Here’s a revised version:

After Qi Muran left the dormitory with the unconscious player, he looked towards the nearby school infirmary. He gritted his teeth, increased his pace, and dragged the unconscious player in that direction.

Ghosts were attracted to the breath of the living, and at night, there shouldn’t be many living people or players at the school infirmary, making the likelihood of ghosts being present much lower.

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