Zuo Lin'an and Fang Tang were dungeon bosses.
With their God's-eye view, they naturally knew the shortest path of survival. Although they walked at the slowest pace, they had already gotten ahead of all the players.
Su Menglan was fleeing at full speed through the dark, narrow mine shaft. He didn't forget to constantly look back, and he even dropped several inconspicuous Gu insects along the way.
If the Gu insects detected any freezing yin aura, he would immediately sense it.
Based on the sensations of these Gu insects and the real-time information they transmitted, he could roughly pinpoint the specters' location and pursuit speed.
But...
Su Menglan couldn't help but recall the speed of that male specter. In the blink of an eye, he had managed to flicker from behind right in front of him.
He couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.
“Is that kind of speed really something I can handle?”
He knew he absolutely lacked the strength to face two specters head-on, so he had to find the other players before they caught up to him.
Only by moving with the other players could he survive this crisis.
“I shouldn't have...”
His lips parted as he murmured under his breath.
“I shouldn't have coveted Wu Su's corpse-refining secret art. I shouldn't have taken Fei'er down the left mine shaft alone. I shouldn't have separated from the other players...”
At this point, Su Menglan was consumed by regret.
Now, whenever he pictured Liu Fei dying with her eyes wide open, he felt a killing wave of remorse.
“I underestimated it...”
He had still underestimated the difficulty of the specter dungeon.
Inside a dungeon, as the hunted party, players absolutely had to prioritize survival and clearing the dungeon above all else. Everything else was secondary!
Yet, because of their past successful clears, the two of them had subconsciously ignored the intense danger present in a specter dungeon.
Which was how they had ended up in this state.
This was his mistake.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world.
Just then, his eyes suddenly widened.
“Oh no.”
Just moments ago, the first few Gu insects he had dropped transmitted a message to him.
It was a specter.
The specter was catching up!
Less than two seconds later, he sensed another message, this time from the second batch of Gu insects he had left behind.
“So fast!”
He estimated the distance between the two batches of Gu insects and the time interval between the messages, roughly calculating the specter's pursuit speed.
“This is bad.”
At this rate, it wouldn't even take a minute for the specter to catch up to him.
Su Menglan gripped the Awl tightly.
He took a deep breath, raised his other hand, and pressed his fingertip against the center of his brow.
Before long, something seemed to wriggle beneath the skin of his forehead. In an instant, his pupils turned pitch black, but his speed surged to at least twice as fast as before!
“This is the best I can do for now.”
Speed was not his forte.
But he also knew in his heart that even if his speed doubled, it would only buy him a little more time.
Turning one minute into two.
Two minutes?
Would that be enough for him to catch up to the players ahead?
Su Menglan was not sure, but it was highly unlikely.
Pursuing from behind, Fang Tang sensed the Death Lock on Su Menglan rapidly pulling away, and she couldn't help but purse her lips.
“This guy can really run.”
Zuo Lin'an looked at her.
“Do you want me to give you a hand?”
When it came to chasing, his speed far surpassed hers.
Fang Tang still shook her head.
“No need. I'll catch him myself.”
Zuo Lin'an shrugged and said no more. The two continued their pursuit.
Fortunately, although the other man was fast, he ultimately failed to meet up with the other players ahead.
For this attack, Zuo Lin'an did not show himself, leaving everything entirely to Fang Tang.
Upon catching up to him, Fang Tang first deactivated her concealment state, revealing herself. A rope emitting an ominous, freezing aura had appeared in her hands.
Upon closer inspection, one would notice that this rope was identical to the one that had hanged Liu Fei.
It was extremely filthy and gave off a decaying stench.
When Su Menglan noticed the specter, his expression turned cold and solemn. Though tense and serious, he did not panic.
He stopped in his tracks, making no attempt to continue fleeing.
Now that the specter had caught up to him, running was utterly useless.
His only hope now lay in his specter items and his talent.
No, that wouldn't do.
Su Menglan immediately dismissed the thought.
Since he was going to use his talent, he couldn't waste his specter item.
The Awl in his hand had only one use left. If he used it now, what would he have left for later?
He casually put the Awl away and stood in place without resisting. He even let Fang Tang loop the rope around his neck.
Fang Tang had not expected this development.
She had thought Su Menglan would struggle desperately, using the Awl once more to freeze her and then run to buy himself a few more moments of survival.
But he did none of that.
Not only did he put away the Awl, but he also allowed her to execute the Death Rule on him.
Could it be because of... his talent?
Fang Tang didn't believe a player like Su Menglan would just resign himself to his fate and willingly go to his death.
The only explanation was his talent.
His talent was not an offensive type, which meant...
Fang Tang's eyes narrowed slightly.
No matter what, she had to act.
The rope in her hands wrapped around Su Menglan's neck layer by layer. The cervical vertebrae beneath his flesh creaked and cracked under the unbearable strain.
Su Menglan's face twisted into a gruesome, contorted grimace. A low, hoarse wail escaped his throat as his hands clawed frantically at the rope around his neck, but it was all in vain.
It continued until Fang Tang drove the other end of the rope into the rocky ceiling of the mine shaft, leaving Su Menglan's corpse hanging.
Fang Tang took two steps back, nodding in quiet satisfaction at her masterpiece.
Not bad.
Her handiwork was as excellent as always.
But...
Su Menglan had definitely been killed by her.
So where was his trump card?
Could his talent actually be resurrection?
Just then, a dungeon notification suddenly popped up in front of the two of them.
【Player Su Menglan triggered the talent Trading Gu for Life.】
【Initial Talent: Trading Gu for Life (Special)】
【Upon death, the user can trade the lives of all their Gu insects to resurrect. Upon resurrection, the user will immediately return to peak condition, clearing all negative status effects and all Death Locks.】
【Immune to all attacks for ten hours after resurrection!】
【To trigger this talent, the number of refined Gu insects owned must not be fewer than one hundred, and there must be at least fifty different types.】
【Player's talent successfully triggered. Resurrected. No attacks permitted for ten hours.】
After reading the dungeon notifications, the two looked at each other, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.
This talent really was resurrection!
No wonder Su Menglan had put away the Awl earlier; using it then would have been a complete waste.
Since he had already planned to resurrect, he naturally had to save it for later.
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