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

Without the knife Xu Jian had given her, killing the little devils suddenly became very inconvenient. Song Yuan only had one hand, so she had no choice but to take Qiao Ran back to the rooftop and close the door before a new batch of little devils pounced on them.

"Something must have happened to them."

Song Yuan picked up a piece of scrap wood from the ground; it was probably left over from when the building was constructed. While fending off the swarming demons, she retreated towards the edge of the rooftop.

"I tend to think they encountered Fu Zhengyang. Xu Jian is already dead, and An Xiaomei's condition is hard to say."

Qiao Ran followed behind her, looking at the server room on the roof. The walls were already crumbling, and cracks had appeared in some places; it looked like it wouldn't last much longer.

"There are remedies, but the risks are too high. If we make a mistake, we could be wiped out."

Song Yuan frowned, and took a moment to turn to look at him during the monster-fighting session: "If you have a solution, tell me quickly."

the other side.

After Xu Jian's death, all his points and items dropped. Fu Zhengyang lashed out with his whip, catching the cursing An Xiaoyou, and tidied up his clothes and the scattered poison materials—but because An Xiaoyou had cut his belt, he couldn't lift him up after a long time, causing An Xiaoyou to start mocking him again while cursing:

"Hahahaha, old man, what's wrong? Can't lift it? Didn't you think to bring a couple of spare outfits when you entered the game? Hahaha...!"

Without a word, Fu Zhengyang slit her wrist, and dark red blood slowly dripped down.

"What's the last ingredient in the poison? The only two people who are uncertain right now are you and Song Yuan. Tell me, and I might let you die a quick death."

An Xiaoyou, of course, wasn't going to obediently tell him. She spat at him viciously and sneered:

"If you want to know, go find her yourself, you old fool!"

Fu Zhengyang angrily wiped the blood from his face. His patience with An Xiaoyou's mouth had reached its limit. Although there were still many things he wanted to interrogate her about—such as where Song Yuan and Qiao Ran had gone—he simply used a gag to seal her mouth shut.

"You'd better just be quiet!"

[Ding~ Player "Fu Zhengyang" has used the item "The Talkative One's Prohibition". For the next half hour, this player will be unable to make any sound.]

Even after using the tool, An Xiaoyou continued cursing, her lips practically worn thin, but Fu Zhengyang couldn't hear a sound. He was quite satisfied. He ran the whip over Xu Jian's corpse, finding an empty potion jar:

Because once the poison is placed in the container, it automatically dissolves and cannot be removed. Fu Zhengyang certainly couldn't use his own container for the experiment; using Xu Jian's was the best choice.

"Since you're so stubborn, then we'll just have to do an experiment to verify it."

Materials cannot be damaged, stolen, or stored in the system inventory. However, the container used to concoct the "love poison" can be carried in the system inventory. Fu Zhengyang hung An Xiaoyou up, watching the bright red blood drip into the jar. Sure enough, a fluorescent blue progress bar lit up above:

[Ding~ System notification: "Love Potion" preparation progress: 16.6%]

He smirked, "So it really was you. The last ingredient is on that Song Yuan then?"

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyou glared at him and said something, but Fu Zhengyang mercilessly drained her blood. An Xiaoyou's pain tolerance wasn't as extreme as Song Yuan's, and she fainted as soon as her face turned pale.

Just as he was about to drain An Xiaoyou of her life, Fu Zhengyang stopped, leaving her alive. Although killing An Xiaoyou would eliminate any future troubles, keeping her alive would allow her to be used as a shield in front of Song Yuan.

Although An Xiaomei hadn't told him Song Yuan and Qiao Ran's current location, this was something that could be determined simply by observing the horde of little ghosts. They only chased after living people with a bloody aura, making them incredibly reliable indicators. Fu Zhengyang killed off the little ghosts as he made his way towards the rooftop of the building.

But the further he went, the more he felt something was wrong—why did he only see Xu Jian and An Xiaomei when he switched places with Wang Daqiang? In such an extremely unbalanced situation, shouldn't they have gathered together and focused on dealing with him alone?

The rooftop door was closed, blocked by a dense swarm of cannibalistic demons, like a wall of flesh. Fu Zhengyang shifted An Xiaoyou to his left arm, whipped away the demons at the doorway, and used an unlocking item to open it, only to find this unexpected scene:

The rooftop was a scene of utter devastation. The concrete floor, which should have been the hardest surface, was now riddled with dozens of shallow craters, each over a meter in diameter. The cannibalistic goblins, their heads blown off with a single blow, lay scattered across the ground. A pale-faced, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl leaned weakly against the ruins of the machine room, two fingers resting on the scales on her chest—this must be Qiao Ran. Song Yuan, head bowed and eyes closed, clutched her bleeding forearm, kneeling motionless on the ground not far from Qiao Ran, her fate unknown.

Fu Zhengyang's eyes widened in disbelief—what was going on?! He hadn't even made a move, and these two were already going to die?

The sound of flesh being squeezed and deformed filled the air. Only then did he notice that right in front of Song Yuan and Qiao Ran, something resembling rotten flesh was rapidly taking shape and reforming. Qiao Ran opened her eyes and saw his face, and surprisingly, a look of relief appeared on her face.

"Vice President Fu, you've finally arrived."

If they don't come soon, we really won't be able to hold on much longer.

The rotten flesh instantly regenerated into a small, thin, pale ghost. Qiao Ran stared directly into its eyes, extended her pink-nailed index finger, pointed at Fu Zhengyang behind it, her tone weak yet carrying a chillingly murderous edge:

"Kill him and take the materials."

A strange blue light flashed in the little devil's grayish-white pupils, and he abruptly turned his head to look at Fu Zhengyang:

At that very moment, Song Yuan raised her head, revealing her blood-stained face—if she, in her weakened state, were to fight Fu Zhengyang without weapons or any assistance, she would be certain to die.

But what if they controlled an elite monster that had undergone dozens of upgrades, whose attack power and agility were at their peak, and which couldn't be killed?

However, relying solely on imps crashing into the server room walls to upgrade is far too slow, and the damage is too minor.

So after it escaped from the server room, she used only a piece of scrap wood and its hands and feet to kill it dozens of times.

It should be able to easily defeat an S-level player now.

Fu Zhengyang thought that the few minutes they had spent walking together were the countdown to their deaths.

I never imagined it was mine.

Before Fu Zhengyang could even raise his weapon to defend himself, he was knocked to the ground by a tremendous force, a force so powerful it felt like it would make him vomit his insides. An Xiaomei slipped from his grasp, rolled to the side, and was pricked several times by the shards of metal on the ground, the pain jolting her awake.

"Ah—! Cough cough... Wait, what happened?!"

Perhaps out of fear of pain, An Xiaoyou temporarily went offline, and it was An Xiaomei who woke up.

Song Yuan picked up Qiao Ran, who could no longer stand, with one arm, walked to An Xiaomei's side, and lifted her up:

"Can it still run?"

An Xiaomei nodded hurriedly, "Yes... I can do it!"

Fu Zhengyang vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes temporarily blinded, and the world before him spun around him. The little devil easily reached into his pocket with its two paws; all the materials were stored in a prop called a "Magic Pouch," which the little devil then obediently tossed to Qiao Ran, who had been helped up by Song Yuan.

Qiao Ran wrapped her arms around Song Yuan's neck and praised it, "Well done~"

Having obtained the materials, the three dared not delay. The cannibalistic imp could only control Fu Zhengyang for a maximum of twenty-seven seconds; after that, it would become their common enemy.

On the way, Song Yuan handed Qiao Ran over to An Xiaomei, quickly prepared the ingredients, and then grabbed An Xiaomei's still bleeding wrist to add the last ingredient:

[Ding~ System notification: Player "Song Yuan" has reached 100% completion of her love poison preparation]

[Ding~ System notification: Player "Qiao Ran's" love poison preparation progress is 100%]

[Ding~ System notification: Player "An Xiaomei's" love poison preparation progress is 100%]

[Congratulations on unlocking the hidden completion condition: concoct a love poison and obtain eternal love.]

[Congratulations to the player for unlocking the true end of this instance: Love is inherently elusive; many spend their entire lives searching for it, only to find themselves unable to attain it. Others, bound by societal norms and filled with inner confusion, hastily enter into marriage, only to be swept away by injustice and left heartbroken. Eternal love does not come from a heart that is prone to change, but from yourself.]