Chapter41

"Wait, did Jiang Che die just like that? He couldn't even slow down the evil spirit for a second," Zhao Qi growled with frustration. He could feel spider threads firing at them from behind, trying to snare them.
But every time, those threads missed by just a hair. Thank god they were fast—each shot landed just behind them.
Sometimes he'd feel the silk stick to his heel for a moment, but he could always wrench free quickly.
They didn't dare look back, not even a sidelong glance over their shoulders.
If they'd looked back even once, they'd have seen the guy they said couldn't slow down the evil spirit for even a second—Jiang Che—was sticking tight right behind it.
When yet another thread wrapped around Zhao Qi's heel, he finally snapped.
He looked at Wang Bing, who was leading the pack, and pulled out his handgun from his jacket.
His target wasn't Ya running behind him, but Wang Bing up front.
Of course, Nurse Ya noticed Zhao Qi's move, but she clamped her mouth shut and said nothing.
One Jiang Che clearly isn't enough to satisfy the evil spirit behind them—if Wang Bing didn't die, it'd have to be her instead.
The moment he drew the gun, the livestream audience couldn't help but sigh.
[That's why so many bring weapons into the dungeon—not to fight the evil spirits, but to kill each other.]
[At this point, humans and evil spirits have probably split the kill count fifty-fifty.]
[Does running in front really help? Haven't you learned by now—never show your back to the enemy.]
[So Jiang Che's situation is actually the safest. Sure, he'll die, but he won't spend three days living in constant terror like the rest of them.]
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The chat was full of envy for Jiang Che, thinking maybe he had it best after all—dying with a smile, like a three-day dungeon vacation.