Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

In the players' plan, they sent that crazy woman to investigate Ling Ye's strength, but she probably wouldn't be able to touch him. She might even provoke the short-tempered Ling Ye and be killed by him at night, thus eliminating a competitor for them in advance.

To everyone's surprise, the two of them came downstairs together this morning. Yi Zanglan was still his usual silly, grinning self, while Ling Ye had two bruises on his face.

Holy crap, the jungler got beaten up?

"What happened?" Geng Xian asked meaningfully. "Did you two not sleep well last night?"

"Why do you need to sleep? How can you waste time sleeping?" Yi Zanglan looked at him curiously, then pointed to Ling Ye next to her. "This bastard is too hard to kill. You guys should try it later. But to be honest, his pectoral muscles are quite nice to touch. I like men with pectoral muscles. I'm too embarrassed to make a move, hehe."

The others: "...You even touched his pectoral muscles?"

"Isn't that just utter nonsense?" Zhao Feirong scoffed, his face showing disdain. "Looks like he really is mentally ill."

Realizing that he was mocking and questioning her, Yi Zanglan turned around and walked straight up to him.

She reached out and ripped open his coat: "Do you have pectoral muscles? Let me feel them too."

"Get out!" Zhao Feirong, caught off guard, angrily pushed her away. "Are you looking for death?"

Yi Zanglan got angry too, and raised her voice: "What's wrong? You men are born to be looked at by women. Is your face and body so shameful? What's wrong with touching them? What are you pretending to be innocent for? If you keep hiding it, no one will want you!"

Zhao Feirong: "..."

The person most skilled at being sarcastic and sarcastic was actually speechless with anger. It seemed there was nothing to be proud of in retorting, but not retorting would be a real loss of face.

Damn it, what's the point of reasoning with a mentally ill person?!

Geng Xian tried to smooth things over: "Let's not argue, let's keep things peaceful."

Yi Zanglan turned her head and asked, "Do you have pectoral muscles?"

"..."

The scene became utterly awkward, and everyone except her fell into a brief silence.

Finally, Yu Qing hesitated and pointed to the door, asking, "Um, this hotel isn't locked, which means we should be able to go outside and explore the map."

Then everyone turned their attention to the main topic: high-level dungeons usually have a wider map exploration area and are not limited to a single location. Players have a high degree of freedom, but they also face more risks and challenges.

It seems they have to step out of this predicament. Besides finding ways to improve their spiritual value, they also need to consider how to get ahead of others and gain an advantage in becoming believers of the gods.

"Let's go then." Liang Danyi walked gracefully towards the door. "It's still early, let's take our time."

The group exchanged glances and then followed.

Unexpectedly, as he approached the door, Fang Ao suddenly stopped. He glanced at Ling Ye, who was passing by, and without warning, threw a punch at him.

His fists, as big as sandbags and covered in thick calluses, clearly belonged to a trained fighter. This punch was fast and fierce, whistling as it struck Ling Ye's chest.

Ling Ye neither dodged nor evaded, but blocked the punch with his backhand, his body firmly rooted to the spot, without even taking a single step back.

"Only the first day, and you can't wait any longer?" He raised his eyes coldly, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Mr. Fang, killing me will require some patience."

Fang Ao withdrew his fist, looked Ling Ye up and down, and after a long while, he sneered.

"The jungler is indeed the jungler; his title is well-deserved. I've certainly learned my lesson."

Just then, Yi Zanglan whistled past the two of them, patted Fang Ao on the shoulder, and loudly fanned the flames.

"Attack him! Why aren't you attacking? He's tough to deal with. You should whittle down his health first, otherwise how will we finish him off? Only the one who kills him last gets the money!"

"..."

Everyone understands this principle, but no one will say it. Only she, in her madness, tore away the veil of shame.

Fang Ao was just testing the waters; he had no intention of actually fighting Ling Ye and letting someone else benefit from the situation.

He snorted and ignored her, then strode away.

The other players also found it boring. Judging from the situation, killing Ling Ye would probably require a longer plan.

……

Not far from the hotel entrance, three forks in the road came into view, each leading in a different direction.

Judging from the blurry outlines in the distance, one road seemed to lead to a town, another to a jungle, and the third to a tower.

They are about to face a choice, after all, there is no means of transportation here, and the round trip looks very long. It is unlikely that they will be able to explore all three routes in one day.

Yi Zanglan didn't hesitate at all. She walked briskly towards the road leading to the town, with Ling Ye following behind her with his hands in his pockets at a leisurely pace.

The other players really couldn't figure out what these two were thinking, mainly because Ling Ye was hard to understand and the madman was uncontrollable.

Zhao Feirong cursed under his breath and chose the middle path leading to the jungle. Yu Qing hesitated for a moment, then decided to go with him.

"Mr. Zhao, would you like to travel together?"

"Whatever."

Fang Ao and Geng Xian chose the tower, while Liang Danyi, after much deliberation, finally decided to go to the town.

She looked up and found that Yi Zanglan and Ling Ye were moving much faster than she had imagined; they were almost out of sight now.

* * * * * *

[Tang Yunxi]: Damn it! I really regret not being able to go to the station with Lanlan. Otherwise, I could have taken her there in her wheelchair just this short distance!

[Wu Ying]: Captain, is there some significance to choosing a town right from the start? It must have been a well-thought-out decision.

[Yan Zhao]: We absolutely must explore all three paths. The order doesn't necessarily matter. From what I know of her, she's most likely hungry, and there's plenty of food in towns.

[Wu Ying]: ...I'm truly impressed.

……

Yi Zanglan was unaware that the mysterious impression she had left on a certain invisible assassin had been greatly diminished. The other party's current mood was more like, "A strange captain leading a group of strange team members. I was really a bit strange to join so enthusiastically in the first place."

She arrived in the town and was searching for food.

The town has a distinctly Western style, with winding roads paved with bluestone, stone walls entwined with dark-patterned vines, and buildings with black and white spires that, when viewed from a distance, resemble a chaotic yet orderly chessboard.

The market was bustling with activity, filled with stalls, and long oak tables were piled high with berry pastries, smoked sausages, and all kinds of bread, as well as many strange and unknown spices.

In addition, there are many shops along the street, selling all kinds of things. Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see a Gothic stained-glass church.

Ling Ye was observing the surroundings when, without noticing, he turned around and found that Yi Zanglan was gone.

He was startled and hurriedly looked around, but within two minutes, she was standing silently next to him again.

Here, fresh out of the oven.

Yi Zanglan handed him a steaming hot bread with a piece of nut brittle inside. Judging from her chewing motion, she had probably already eaten a round of it.

"...Did you just go to get some stock?"

"Yes, there's more. Do you want some?"

She shook her coat; the left pocket was full of fresh berries, and the right pocket rustled, seemingly with silver coins or something similar.

Ling Ye was silent for a moment, then popped the nut candy into his mouth and silently gave a thumbs up.