No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Just imagining players analyzing the rules: Is the white text real or the blood text real? Is the blood text a trap? Should the archbishop save people?

Mu Zhixi's mental state immediately improved, even more so than inhaling three bags of pure oxygen or casually pressing the call button for the patient next to her.

Zhou Shuren once said: "It is better to go crazy and exhaust others than to waste your own energy internally."

Although he also said: I never said these things.

But Mu Zhixi only ever listens to what she wants to hear. This trait is medically known as selective deafness.

Just as Mu Zhixi tucked the cloth into a conspicuous place, the church door was kicked open.

Five young people stumbled in.

Their bodies were covered in wounds; some had lost half an arm, with blood dripping down their sleeves; others had their faces smeared with mud and blood, making it difficult to distinguish their features.

The only one among the group who could be described as efficient was the short-haired woman at the head of the group.

Her figure was encased in a black trench coat, making her appear far less disheveled than the others. Standing by the door, her posture possessed an inexplicable sturdiness, highlighting the clearly defined abs.

"Sister Shen, Brother Han, there's a church ahead!" The bespectacled man at the front shouted, his voice hoarse, as he held a crumpled piece of paper outlining the rules.

"The rules state that you can enter the church in case of danger; the church is a safe zone!"

The man called Brother Han looked up, glanced at his surroundings, and his expression turned sour. "A church appearing in a bizarre world? What kind of good news is this?!"

"Safe zone? Then what are these blood-named NPCs?!"

The short-haired woman analyzed, "Stop talking nonsense, let's all tie ourselves together and close the door! The hounds outside are coming!"

After Shen Die finished speaking, she turned around and kicked the door shut. Before the door closed, a skinless dog's head squeezed into the crack and bit her sleeve.

Without hesitation, Shen Die reached out and took the candlestick Han Yue handed her. Using the muscles she had honed in the army for many years, she shoved it hard into the dog's mouth.

The hound let out a pitiful howl, and scratching sounds came from outside the door.

Several people worked together to hold the door shut, and the wooden door creaked and groaned as they were pushed, but at least they were safe for the time being.

"Hold on, don't let go."

"Sister Shen, I can't do it anymore, I can't use my arm!"

The newbie boy burst into tears. "Didn't they say we could get resources by entering the dungeon? My arm was almost snatched away by the hound!"

Han Yue turned around and interrupted. "Shut up, all the ones that randomly came in are dead, only a few of us are left. If you howl again, the hounds will eat your tongue when they come in."

Shen Die finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"No one has explored this instance before. There are no guides on the forums, and the Anomaly Management Bureau has no record of it. Han Yue, did you take the wrong job?"

Han Yue shook his head.

"The order form said it was a two-star system, who could have imagined it would become unpredictable once it landed?"

The new boy panicked. "So we've been scammed?"

"Congratulations, you got it right." Han Yue smirked. "But there's no prize for getting it right."

Mu Zhixi tried to float a few steps closer and looked at the rule sheet in the bespectacled man's hand.

【Survival Rules of Red Moon Town】

1. Do not linger on the streets after dark. Upon hearing the bell, please enter a building as soon as possible.

[II. The Red Moon Church is a safe area where priests and nuns will shelter those who have lost their way.]

3. Do not refuse Holy Communion.

[IV. If the Archbishop, the oracle, does not appear, disregard the first three rules. Please crouch down with your hands behind your head, put the strange ID card in your mouth, and await a miracle.]

Mu Zhixi: "?"

Did you pay the copyright fee, you bastard?! Do you even know what copyright protection is?!

There's a fourth one... Stand still, crouch down, and put the strange ID card in your mouth... hoping for a miracle?

Mu Zhixi was surprised.

This doesn't sound like a survival rule. It sounds more like a dungeon system spouting nonsense, giving players a little psychological comfort by having their ID cards in their hands.

Rather than waiting for a miracle, it's more accurate to say it facilitates identification and burial after death.

Thinking about this, Mu Zhixi became deeply worried about the management level here.

It's one thing to lack the five social insurances and one housing fund, but even the emergency plan is written so perfunctorily. Isn't this dungeon a bit too hasty?

At that moment, a series of bones creaked in the church, and the decaying nuns on the pews all looked up at the same time.

Click, click, click—the head turns towards the player.

The players had barely stopped at the door, and before they could even catch their breath, their faces turned even paler.

"Wasn't it supposed to be a safe zone?"

"Damn it, the guides are all rip-offs!"

Upon hearing the sound, a decaying nun stood up and walked towards them with a tray in her hand.

There were several pieces of meat on the plate. The meat was still moving, moving very vigorously.

Mu Zhixi glanced at it and concluded in a moment: So fresh? The wholesaler must be crazy!

If this quality were sold at a farmers' market, wouldn't it wipe out the competition? They'd all be crying and reporting you for conducting illegal biological experiments.

"It's time for Holy Communion."

The rotten nun's voice was so harsh it made my teeth ache.

Shen Die pressed her injured arm and stared at the blood-stained cloth in the corner: "Wait, there are new rules over there."

The bespectacled man rushed over, ripped off the cloth, quickly read the front of the paper, and then saw the bloody words on the wall. He was completely dumbfounded.

"Why are there two sets?"

Han Yue cursed, "Another set of fake rules?!"

"Don't rush." ​​Shen Die took the cloth and stared at the words "archbishop." "Our fourth rule also mentions the archbishop. This is definitely a key clue."

"The only way out? The archbishop is a friendly NPC?"

"Not necessarily." Shen Die shook her head. "The Blood Letter also says she is the greatest demon."

Mu Zhixi floated to the side, watching the players chatter away, listening with great interest.

As expected of a gamer, this ability to fill in the blanks is top-notch.

"Please enjoy Holy Communion." The decaying nun had already walked up to the nearest new boy and handed him the plate.

The novice boy looked at the wriggling meat, tears welling up in his eyes. "I don't want to eat it."

The nun tilted her head: "Those who refuse communion will be expelled from the church."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scratching and clawing of the strange dog outside the door intensified.

Han Yue gritted his teeth, "Article Four says that the archbishop's presence can disregard the rules, but the question is, does the rule even mention his position?"

Holding the cloth, Shen Die's gaze swept from the church statue to the pew, and she tentatively asked, "Excuse me for bothering you, but who wrote this on the cloth?"

Naturally, no one answered, because the author was floating above them, feigning innocence.

Mu Zhixi is very satisfied with her professional ethics.

A truly skilled mastermind never participates in player discussions, unless they can't resist.

The one-armed man suddenly glared fiercely into the depths of the church. "Where's Ran? Come out! Isn't this the only way out? Save him!"

Mu Zhixi remained silent.

It is often said that art originates from life, and that is certainly true.

The novel's depiction of the characters' idiocy is too conservative. What are you yelling for? Do you think you're summoning customer service for those wronged individuals?

Mu Zhixi looked down at her semi-transparent body.

The problem is, she doesn't even have a physical form right now. Forget about saving people, she'd be worried about clipping through the model if she wanted to even chat with the rotten priest.

The rotting nun lost her patience and brought the plate to the man's mouth.

The boy completely broke down, desperately shrinking back. "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Having witnessed the whole process, Mu Zhixi clicked her tongue, a sense of regret inexplicably rising within her.

After the great catastrophe in her previous life, her biggest dream was actually to become a doctor.

Mu Zhixi enjoys studying the structure of life and also loves keeping pets. She has a tiger above her and mice below her, from large snakes to adorable little ones, all of whom are incredibly well-behaved. However, her neighbors always advise her to have her pets made into taxidermied specimens.

Mu Zhixi always felt that they had a big misunderstanding.

These cuties just have a few more legs, a few sharper teeth, sometimes have a more lively dining scene, and sometimes like to visit neighbors. Why are they not well-liked?

She is someone who loves life so much, but she just loves a variety of life forms. What's wrong with that?

Someone asked, why would someone who dreams of becoming a doctor have hand grenades in their drawer?

Mu Zhixi's answer was: Don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

True medical exploration always requires the preparation of contingency plans.

Right now, looking at the fresh meat on the plate that seemed to be racing, Mu Zhixi felt helpless.

Not having hands greatly affects performance.

"Well, we're already here." Mu Zhixi sighed.

In her previous life, she spent ten years in a hospital bed. Her biggest regret was her limited mobility, which meant that many of her ideas could only remain on paper.

Things are different now; she's no longer alive.

What else is there to be afraid of? Afraid of dying again?

That would be incredibly disrespectful to her current career development.

"Possession".

A feeling of weightlessness appeared as Mu Zhixi was stuffed into a cold and heavy body, her bones, skin, and breath returning to her body one by one.

Mu Zhixi was about to open her eyes.

They found they couldn't open their eyes.

Mu Zhixi thought of something: "..."

If I remember correctly, she did write a character with no eyes for Ran, which she thought was very classy at the time.

Seeing without eyes, speaking without words, and being compassionate without heart.

Based on my own experience, I can only say one thing: once you're in the instance, you deeply regret it.

Despite her grumbling, Mu Zhixi quickly realized that the panel was still hanging in front of her.

[Character backgrounds are being synchronized...]

1/100

Mu Zhixi looked at the progress bar with a completely calm expression.

The most important skill in life is not hard work, but learning to pretend you're still alive while waiting.

Just as Mu Zhixi was about to continue dying a little longer, an inconspicuous little button suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the panel.

[Editable]

Mu Zhixi: "?"

Can she edit the panel that players see?