Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

The girl, Qiao Ran, ran up to her with a concerned expression, squatted down in front of her, and stretched out both hands, waiting for a response:

"Are you alright? You jumped from such a height, does anything hurt or feel uncomfortable?"

Song Yuan: "...I'm fine."

If Zhao Meng really said these words, that would be fine, but the thought that Qiao Ran said them with Zhao Meng's face gives me a strange feeling.

Hearing Song Yuan's reply, He Xiao became even more agitated. The bottom of the pit was already narrow, and he paced back and forth between two points roughly one or two meters apart, angrily berating Song Yuan:

"Then find me another way! Think of a way to get out of here! Let me tell you, if anything happens to me, the Midnight Ghosts will definitely not let you off the hook!"

"I'm thinking, don't rush me. Give me at least a few minutes, okay?"

As she spoke, she wrote on Qiao Ran's palm with her finger: "That barrier doesn't work on me."

Qiao Ran was pleasantly surprised and replied to her:

"In this environment, what are your chances of killing him?"

Song Yuan: "If you're here, it's 60%. If you're not here, it's 80%."

Because if Qiao Ran is here, Song Yuan will have to be distracted protecting someone hiding in the shadows.

Her senses were exceptionally sharp; even in the dark, she could make the most accurate judgments based on sound alone. But if a fight really broke out, it was hard to say whether the bullet would hit Qiao Ran, or even hit her heart.

Qiao Ran suddenly realized that she seemed to have become a burden to Song Yuan:

"...I'm sorry. Then try to throw me out. He Xiao doesn't seem to be in a good state."

Song Yuan felt the same way and pulled Qiao Ran to her feet: "Yeah, hold on tight to me."

In the short span of seconds they exchanged, He Xiao's mental state indeed deteriorated.

He first rubbed his eyes, grabbed his hair, rubbed his hands, and stomped his feet. Later, he used more and more force and his movements became more and more rude.

Large clumps of her once thick hair were ripped out, revealing her pink, blood-stained scalp.

His eyes were rubbed until they were bloodshot, and bloody tears began to seep out.

He kept deceiving himself, telling himself it must be because the bottom of the pit was too cold. But that kind of cold didn't just damage the skin, it also hurt the internal organs. Although it didn't hurt, it was excruciatingly itchy, making him want to rip his insides out and scratch them until they were bloody and raw.

【warn!warn!warn! 】

[Player "He Xiao", your sanity is about to drop below 5, about to drop below 4, about to drop below 3...]

Song Yuan grabbed Qiao Ran's wrist, and just as she was about to throw him away, she smelled a faint scent of blood:

Monster blood is black and foul-smelling, stale blood is stale and fishy, ​​only fresh blood has this sweet and fishy smell.

"Click—"

The sound of an index finger pressing the trigger.

She immediately pulled Qiao Ran towards her, grabbed him by the back of the collar, and bent down—"Bang!"

A bullet struck the pit wall just inches away from them, sending dirt flying everywhere—if they hadn't dodged it, it would have been a headshot.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

"Aaaaaaah!"

He Xiao seemed to have completely lost his mind; he couldn't remember anything about his uncle, the midnight ghost, the traitor Cui Xiaofei, or the dungeon he had cleared.

In a pit only five meters in diameter, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was streaked with tears. He gripped his weapon and began firing wildly in all directions. Song Yuan nimbly dodged at the bottom of the pit with Qiao Ran in tow. For the first time, Qiao Ran felt like a rag doll, being tossed around, her head spinning.

"Oh no, his mental strength is too low; he's entered the mutation stage!"

The beginner's guide explains that once a player's spirit value falls below the safe threshold, any skill points, including attack speed, strength, and agility, will be multiplied!

In this situation, the bullets fired were like a hail of raindrops. In Song Yuan's hands, Qiao Ran was like a feather; weight wasn't the issue, size was!

What to do? How can she get close to He Xiao in this situation? If she gets within half a meter of him, she can kill him with one blow.

But if Qiao Ran were to leave her by even a centimeter, she would be shot!

A bullet whizzed past the end of her hair, leaving a burnt smell. Her hem and skirt were also singed; Qiao Ran stared in astonishment in the darkness at the imagined profile of Song Yuan:

He had considered having Song Yuan abandon him, rush forward to seize the gun, and then kill He Xiao. Weapons like He Xiao's, with no cooldown and unlimited ammo, have a drawback—being shot doesn't deduct a large amount of health. At most, it only deducts around 10-20.

His current health is above 70. If Song Yuan lets him go, he bets the bullets won't hit his vitals, and he has a chance of winning!

But Song Yuan seemed to have no intention of letting go of him, as if she was still considering another solution. Qiao Ran reached out and patted her shoulder:

"Song Yuan! This can't go on, you're throwing me away... Hey hey hey!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yuan threw him away. He quickly crouched down to shrink in size, covering his chest in preparation for being shot.

At that very moment, the muzzle of He Xiao's gun, which he was waving around wildly, seemed to be firmly gripped by something, and his arm holding the gun was raised high.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Song Yuan leaped into the air using the pit wall as a springboard, grabbed the blade, and descended from the sky to slit his throat!

He Xiao's hand, which had been frantically pulling the trigger, suddenly stopped. The crazed look on his face briefly faded, and he clutched his bleeding throat, his expression one of disbelief.

【叮~玩家「贺枭」您的生命值已下降至30，已下降至20，已下降至5、4、3......】

[Ding~ Player "Song Yuan" has killed player "He Xiao"]