Chapter28

Jiang Che studied it from every angle. Seeing how precious the physical exam doctor treated it before—getting so mad just because a patient touched it—he'd assumed it was something impressive. But now that it was on his own wrist, it just felt like nothing special.

His move made the dried corpse's eyes go wide, and every viewer in the livestream went silent.

[I'm done. Just now I was praising him—saying he might be crazy but he's still kind-hearted. I take it back.]

[He really is crazy. Does money even work here?]

[So, this is what mental illness looks like.]

[Even if you don't help him, at least get some intel before he dies, right?]

[If I were pinned down like that, I'd want someone to die with me too.]

[I'll let you go if you talk. Wanna talk? But what does a crazy person know?]

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The viewers couldn't understand Jiang Che's actions, and neither could the allies in the dungeon who were watching from a nearby building.

"Who the hell is that?" said a man in casual clothes. Despite the getup, his slick, neat hair screamed society's professional elite—probably a regular suit-and-tie type.

"One from our hospital. A mental patient." A nurse let out a sigh, her envy obvious as she watched Jiang Che daring to make such moves. The evil spirit hadn't come out to catch him yet.

This psycho had walked down the street as brazen as you please, still in one piece—and even dared open the evil spirit's cabinet!

They, on the other hand, had just landed and immediately got caught by the evil spirit. Now? They didn't even dare step outside, let alone set foot on the ground.

If they wanted to move locations, the only option was to try crossing through the buildings—since only the floors inside weren't covered in blood.

"What if the evil spirit catching us wasn't actually because we stepped on the ground?" said another man, this one in sportswear. Unlike Mr. Elite, his healthy bronze skin and dense, strong muscles showed he'd spent a lot of time training for this dungeon's survival.

"Maybe we were just unlucky, ran into the evil spirit by chance?"

He frowned, thinking that wasn't impossible.

The four of them had landed together—supposedly the "easy mode," with a much better chance of survival than a solo run.

After all, you only have to outrun someone else. The slowest runner becomes the team's meat shield.

"No way!" The elite shook his head, then paused, frowning. "But it's not impossible."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the athletic guy without a change in expression. There were three of them left—the doctor was already gone. His own fitness was average at best; if things went bad, no way could he outrun sports-guy.

It wasn't for lack of effort—he worked out just as much, but he just couldn't match the other guy's stats.

"Maybe we should go out and give it a try?" The elite suggested, tone cautious.

He'd make sure to get sports-guy killed before anything happened to himself.

Dying in the dungeon he could accept—but being a cushion for someone else? No way in hell.

"We should follow him now, stay with him—this mental case looks weak and off-balance. If there's danger…" The elite trailed off, but the meaning was clear.

"I think it'll work!" The nurse raised her hand. "No one here ever talked to these mental patients about dungeons or anything. They probably don't even know where they are."

"Maybe we can trick him into opening doors or scouting ahead." The more the nurse thought, the more excited she got. It was a great plan.

Three of them, each with their own agenda—but if there's an outsider, he's the first to get thrown under the bus.

The mention of letting someone else scout for dangers made the other