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Chapter 297 Crazy
Nine Lives watched helplessly as the ghost was crushed to death by the suddenly toppled mirror.

Then a doctor, suspected to be the culprit, appeared.

Nine Lives opened its mouth, just about to reveal itself and tell the doctor to run away quickly.

But what happened next made him shut his mouth tightly again.

The doctor nonchalantly grabbed the ghost by the hair on the ground and forcefully pulled it out from under the mirror!

In a daze, Nine Lives even heard a sound like, "What is this thing?"

It's a ghost!
He was speechless, and could only stare wide-eyed at the doctor who had suddenly appeared.

What's even more terrifying is that the ghost whose hair was being pulled just sat there like a dead pig, completely motionless, as if it had been turned into a dead ghost by the mirror that had suddenly fallen down earlier.

Nine Lives felt like he was going crazy.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a terrifying scene in all the time the game had been going on.

The ghost was grabbed by the hair and lifted up by a player... and this player showed absolutely no intention of being polite!
Gu Mian was still clutching his hair as he carefully observed the face in front of him with its eyes closed, almost pressing his eyes against the other person's face.

The fat man who rushed over upon hearing the noise was met with this rather discordant scene.

Gu Mian watched as the fat man ran over, panting, bumping into several mirrors along the way. He ran his fleshy hand down his chest while looking at the ghost that had fallen into Gu Mian's hand: "Doctor, you'd better hold on tight! This ghost is very cunning; it will run away as soon as you let go!"

Nine Lives, hiding in the corner, shuddered violently again. What did he mean by "it ran away as soon as you let go"?

At this point, he began to doubt his existence. Other hunters were able to catch ghosts openly and brazenly. Was there something wrong with him? Could there really be a way to catch ghosts correctly in this instance?
No, that's not right!

Ghost hunting is a scam!

It's entirely because a foolish hunter captured the ghost, causing the identity to be switched, which is why the ghost can now run rampant and kill in the dungeon.

Therefore, catching ghosts is definitely not a way to break through the dungeon's survival path!

Doing so will only lead to self-destruction.

But what exactly is going on now...?

Gu Mian noticed that Chu Changge also walked in from outside at this moment.

Chu Changge, on the other hand, had no trouble at all. His eyesight was incredibly sharp; even in a room full of mirrors, he could still discern the only passage.

Seemingly sensing Gu Mian's thoughts, Chu Changge said, "Adding points to mental power can make one highly focused, allowing one to observe things that are difficult for ordinary people to notice. In addition, eyesight will also improve."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look in one direction: "For example, I might find someone hiding over there."

Gu Mian turned her head to look upon hearing this.

Sure enough, there was a figure squatting over there, seemingly still trembling.

He recognized it; it was Nine Lives.

The long-haired boy met his gaze, then trembled even more violently, a stark contrast to his previous arrogant demeanor.

This made Gu Mian wonder if there was something wrong with her appearance.

The fat man spoke up at the opportune moment: "He's probably afraid of the ghost in your hands, doctor?"

That's right!

Gu Mian nodded in complete agreement; no one would be afraid of a kind and approachable doctor.

The kind and gentle doctor showed no intention of comforting the boy. Gu Mian glanced at the time: "It's 11:47 now, we need to get things done quickly."

We need to ask this ghost the questions we need to ask quickly, but definitely not here. After all, there's someone else watching.

Without wasting any time, Gu Mian left with her spoils in hand.

Only after confirming that the three people had completely left did the still terrified Jiu Ming scramble to his feet.

"Damn it!" he swore again. "From now on, if anyone tries to talk to me about doctors being weak, I'll fight them!"

Weak, my foot!
At this moment, Gu Mian had already found her ideal little dark room.

This is a good place for interrogation, although the ghost may not know what you want to ask. But as the saying goes, "Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free."

But the trophy in its hand still had its eyes tightly closed, as if it had been dead for a long time.

As we all know, ghosts generally don't die unless their heads fall off.

So Gu Mian quickly showed off her saw.

Half a second later, the ghost, which had been keeping its eyes closed, immediately opened them.

The fat man clicked his tongue in amazement.

Gu Mian had rehearsed the interrogation process countless times in his mind. All he wanted to ask was one thing: why was he so out of place in this world? Even when everyone was playing games together, he was the only one who would actually die.

Of course, asking directly like that will not yield any results.

Gu Mian couldn't ask such an ambiguous question as, "Why is my gender a question mark in my data column?"

After a moment's thought, he asked, "Where are you from?"

To understand the true nature of this game, we must start from its origins.

Gu Mian had long realized that this global game was not just about data, and after experiencing the Fairy Tale City instance, she was even more certain of it.

Then the problem is coming.

What is the origin of this game, and what does it have to do with me?

The ghost in my hand opened its eyes wide, its pale eyeballs particularly terrifying in the darkness. It just stared blankly, its eye sockets looking as if it wanted to spit out its eyeballs.

In all honesty, Gu Mian did not pinch it.

Seeing that it didn't move, Gu Mian turned on the saw again as a threat, and the sound of the chainsaw echoed in the small room.

The fat man next to him saw the ghost and his eyes bulged out even more.

Chu Changge glanced at his phone: "It's 11:50 now. This dungeon will end normally in ten minutes. There's still plenty of time."

Gu Mian brought the gleaming saw close to the ghost's neck, but he didn't actually slit it; he just made a gesture.

The intimidation worked; the previously silent ghost suddenly opened its mouth and made a "hoho" sound.

It's like a critically ill elderly person trying to speak, but having a wad of phlegm stuck in their throat.

Gu Mian didn't stop.

As the saw drew closer, the ghost's voice grew more urgent.

"He... Hehe... Qi..."

what?
Gu Mian stopped what she was doing: "Seven what?"

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