Damn it! Let’s smash the darkness together!
Chapter 269 - 51 Hunting Invitation (Request for Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 269: Chapter 51 Hunting Invitation (Request for Monthly Ticket)_2

The other party stopped replying, and Xu Shu couldn’t help but shake his head.

Tsk— just as expected, sending me pictures never means anything good.

But it’s been quite a while since the Death Sea Ruins, as a large dungeon with multiple entrances, it’s still uncleared. Seems like there must be many monsters inside, and not a few treasures either.

Plus, a lot of teams specify healers who follow the Mother Goddess pathway...

Considering their perverse level, it’s probably one of those nasty hit-and-regen tactics, right?

The Sea of Death is a multiplayer instance, meaning there might be dozens or even hundreds of teams inside simultaneously.

Hundreds of Iron Armor, under the "exuberant vitality" blessing from the witch, start their disruptive battles against Demons, Evil Spirits, and all sorts of other creatures...

Hiss!

Xu Shu couldn’t help but shiver.

The imagery was too beautiful—I dare not contemplate it.

However, speaking of which, if it involves healers from the Mother Goddess pathway, would it also be known as...

"The Holy Grail War?"

Thinking back to that cold, moist day which ended up subdued by him, the image of the Black Silk Lady flashed across Xu Shu’s mind as he let his thoughts wander.

"Whatever, I’ll deal with it when it comes. They want me to rush to Second Rank? My rise to Second Rank still relies heavily on her efforts. Don’t let my alt starve; I’ll find a chance to log in and check the situation later. For now, let’s eat first."

Xu Shu decided not to dwell on this issue any longer. That would be a concern for when he had upgraded. The immediate priority was to address his hunger.

He opened the door and went downstairs.

...

At the Female Void Palace, on the eastern side of the "out" character mountain range, in one of the numerous Daoist temples amid the overlapping mountain ridges, in a particular Disciple Residence.

Xie Xiaochan, lying sprawled on the bed, tapped off the screen in front of her. Her eyebrows, like willow leaves, unintentionally furrowed beautifully, and her porcelain cheeks sparked endless daydreams, yet they emitted a strong aura of abstention.

Though she looked so tempting, anyone who saw her could not harbor any profane thoughts towards her.

It was as if their ability to objectify her talent at Qixing Entertainment had been forcibly stripped away.

After a long pause, Xie Xiaochan pouted and muttered to herself:

"Damn it, I couldn’t resist sending him a selfie again... Is my emotional disorder really that terrifying? I can’t even control it..."

"Xie Xiaochan, this is a crucial turning point. You can’t keep running away; you must face it directly. You absolutely have to get through this!"

She clenched her fist.

Then she turned over.

And continued to sleep soundly.

...

At DB83 Safety Zone Hospital, inside a ward of the inpatient department.

"Phew... Finally done."

Gu Yue Ming, dressed in fashionable office lady attire—a white blouse and a pencil skirt complemented by over-knee black stockings—wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a sigh of relief.

Upon opening the door, Li Guoying entered, somewhat awkwardly stopping beside the hospital bed to look.

On the bed lay Xu Shu’s foster father, Zhou Junjie, still deep in sleep, eyes firmly shut.

However, this time, Li Guoying could see that her husband’s condition was visibly different from before.

Though still unconscious, his breathing was much steadier, no longer bearing that previous heavy, laborious rhythm.

Meanwhile, his complexion was rosier, clearly free from the oppressive pallor of death that lingered before.

Thinking back to having prepared herself for a separation by death, only to have the tides turn for the better, Li Guoying couldn’t help her eyes from welling up with tears.

But then she remembered something, turned around hastily, and said to the young woman removing her white coat:

"Doctor Gu, there’s still over 100,000 yuan unsettled. Could you possibly allow us... some extended time to pay?"

Thanking the person who cured the illness and then mentioning the lack of funds to pay was truly hard for Li Guoying to articulate.

But she had to say it, fearing that she would offend the esteemed Transcendent before her.

Because she was looking down and dared not make direct eye contact, Li Guoying didn’t notice the fleeting, peculiar expression that crossed the young doctor’s face when she was called out.

But after understanding the intent, Gu Yuexi—of course, at the moment still Gu Yue Ming—said coldly, "I understand. Just settle the remaining amount directly with the hospital later."

She initially wanted to say that 100,000 yuan was fine to write off, but then she remembered that her current persona was "Gu Yuexi, who has a bad relationship with Gu Yue Ming," and so she resisted the urge to offer a helping hand to avoid giving herself away.

Back in her room at Gu Family’s house.

Gu Yue Ming took the 2 million yuan in cash that had somehow circled back into her possession, along with another 300,000 or so, and placed it in a hidden compartment under her bed, stowing it away carefully.

Then, she hurriedly undressed and rushed into the bathroom for a shower.

As a woman who cherished cleanliness, going three or four days without a shower, sweating every day, was unbearable—it got to the point where even her stockings were beginning to smell!

— Of course, she knew that those from her family who were Sword Masters, going out for life-and-death training, would often go ten days or half a month without a wash.

But that was a concern for Sword Masters.

What’s that got to do with me as just a Sword Master?

In the warm shower, Gu Yue Ming vigorously scrubbed every inch of her fair skin, covered in bubbles that obscured her view.

Under such circumstances.

The door opened.

Gu Pan came in.

Her room was originally across the hall, but being raised by her aunt since childhood, she naturally had a key to this side as well.

Upon entering, she noticed her aunt showering in the bathroom with the sound of water rushing.

She casually called out a greeting, then her sharp peripheral vision caught an unusual bulge under the bed.

Driven by some instinct, Gu Pan walked over to the bed, squatted down, fumbled around for a bit, and swung open the hidden compartment.

She fixated her gaze on it and saw large bundles of brand-new banknotes!

For a moment, she was utterly stunned.