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

Wang Daqiang's heart sank suddenly, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end, and he stood up straight, wishing he could give him a military salute:

"Yes! Yes, yes... Yes, President! How could I betray you!"

"That would be best."

Fu Zhengyang, having intimidated Wang Daqiang, reached into his pocket and touched the poison materials. Ha, so what if there are many people? He had most of the poison materials in his hands. From the very beginning, he had already obtained materials on himself, as well as those of Wang Daqiang and Xu Jian; now, with Qiao Ran's materials added, that made four sets.

He has the most poison materials among all players, so there's nothing to fear.

So now there are two more owners of the materials, namely "one coin" and "a drop of blood from a drowning person still warm." Excluding the five people he knows, these two materials can only be with Song Yuan or An Xiaomei, and it is unknown whose blood is needed.

Thinking of this, a sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips—"Fine, I'll find these two women, melt them into blood, and then do an experiment to find out whose it is."

Just wait and see.

After daybreak, Song Yuan and the others went home.

She reheated the leftovers from last night and made breakfast. Her "husband" was extremely unhappy about this, his disappointment level rising another notch.

"You can't even be bothered to cook a fresh meal, do you have any sense of responsibility at all! How can you even be a woman if you make me eat this?! I work hard outside, and you stay home cooking, washing dishes, mopping the floor, and enjoying a life of leisure every day. What have you contributed to this family?!"

That's really asking for a beating... Any other man would have already attacked... Ha, I'm just too lazy to bother with you. Eat it yourself if you want! I'm leaving!

As the disappointment level increases, the "husband" NPC's appearance becomes increasingly grotesque. Three bars of disappointment level have already occupied 37.5% of the progress bar; the man's originally tall, standard, and narrow-bottomed figure has become short and stocky, with more wrinkles and fat covering his entire belly.

Female gamers in the live chat felt like their eyes had been attacked by a billion points of damage when they saw this image:

Sorry, if they had known that the handsome guy at the beginning would turn out like this after just one night, they would never have even considered entering this instance.

Although she knew that the so-called game instance did not conform to real-world logic, Song Yuan was still confused about it:

If some people truly believe their wives contribute nothing, then why should they eat the meals their wives cook? Why should they wear the clothes their wives wash? Why should the mother be solely responsible for raising the children? Why do they feel their wives don't deserve to spend their money?

And are love and marriage really that important? Is happiness only attainable through these things?

She doesn't understand.

Soon, a day had passed. As night fell, the four of them met again at Building No. 7, where Song Yuan was located.

An Xiaomei's mental strength is down to only ten points. When An Xiaoyou agreed to pledge allegiance to Fu Zhengyang, Fu Zhengyang gave An Xiaoyou a bottle of mental recovery potion, which can restore thirty points of mental strength.

Because An Xiaoyou's memories are not connected to hers, An Xiaomei didn't even know that she had this prop. It was Song Yuan who told her about it after talking with An Xiaoyou.

She drank the mental recovery potion, remembering Song Yuan's instructions, and endured again and again in front of that man, being careful and cautious. In the end, she only gained three points of disappointment and lost 15 points of mental energy.

Upon learning this, Qiao Ran patted her shoulder reassuringly and gave her a thumbs-up in praise:

"You must have been suffering a lot, right?"

An Xiaomei nodded weakly with a bitter face: "Yeah, it's so hard to control myself from hitting him."

Other women's husbands become ugly and grotesque when their disappointment level is high, but the higher her husband's disappointment level is, the more his face resembles her ex-husband's in her memory. Moreover, tonight the man has shown signs of domestic violence against her, and it's a miracle that she can restrain herself from hitting him.

Before starting the operation, Song Yuan asked everyone to report their disappointment level, health level, and spirit level, as well as the materials they had on hand.

Song Yuan has 13 health points, 100 spirit points, and two of her four coins remaining. Her disappointment level is six.

Qiao Ran has 5 health points and 55 spirit points. Fu Zhengyang took the remaining four USB drives, leaving her with 0. Her disappointment level is five.

Xu Jian has 17 health points and 35 spirit points. He gave all of the approximately 0.8 ml of sulfuric acid to Fu Zhengyang, leaving 0 ml remaining. His disappointment level is four.

An Xiaomei has 63 health points, 25 spirit points, and six points of disappointment.

Qiao Ran leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her expression unusually serious.

"This data isn't good... Apart from Song Yuan, the mental energy of the other three of us can't withstand any more drain. At most, we'll have to poison our 'husbands' by tomorrow morning, and at the same time, decipher the hidden conditions to leave this instance as soon as possible. Looks like we're in for a tough battle tonight."

Song Yuan agreed: "Yes, Fu Zhengyang and Wang Daqiang's situation should be similar to ours. Their luck is quite low, and their spirit points are probably running low too, so they're definitely anxious to get the last two materials. One is the coin I have, and the other is..."

She looked at An Xiaomei: "According to the description on the form, 'the blood of a drowning victim' should refer to your blood."

An Xiaomei clutched her chest and nodded timidly. Song Yuan nodded slightly to Qiao Ran.

"Please explain the tactical arrangements for the next move."

Qiao Ran gave an OK sign and was about to speak when a low growl suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

An Xiaomei's face turned deathly pale, and she darted behind Song Yuan, trembling. Song Yuan and Xu Jian, the two strongest attackers, picked up their knives and stood guard at the front.

All four of them were injured and reeked of blood. The creature seemed to sense this, growling as it trudged heavily towards them. A short, stout, bloated figure was projected onto the eerie green wall. Even more chilling was:

Its lower abdomen was bulging, its shadow on the wall revealing something wriggling inside.