Chapter 40: Body Temperature Lower Than a Cold-Blooded Animal

He tentatively grabbed the girl's calf, observing her expression. Fortunately, Su Mian only frowned and didn't resist.

"Uh..."

She made an uncomfortable sound, her whole body in a state of powerlessness, feeling something warm and soft touch her calf, carrying some moisture.

At first, Su Mian didn't resist; she thought it was ointment or something.

As a result, the place where the wound was became hotter and hotter, almost as if it were about to burn.

She didn't know what it was, squinted her eyes, propped up her elbows, and turned over with all her might.

Her head was dizzy, and she crawled into the distance, grabbing the edge of the sofa.

"Hot... don't."

The wound healed bit by bit, but the fine, dense burning sensation was like ants.

Su Mian used both hands, collapsed her waist, and crawled forward.

Her ankle was held tightly by someone and dragged back without effort. She tried her best with both hands, only to flop down softly again.

"Wait a little longer."

Painful and itchy, what "wait a little longer," she was so uncomfortable.

Her brain started cursing unconsciously again, but she didn't know who she was cursing.

Su Mian "woo-wooed" in resistance, but the hand on her ankle didn't loosen at all, and even turned her over. She wanted to open her eyes, but was covered by another hand.

A cold wine smell with a bitter tone came, and Su Mian's head became even dizzier.

She kicked Wen Cisheng in the face. In an instant, the air was dead silent.

Su Mian trembled all over. Why was it suddenly so cold? But her eyes were covered, and she couldn't see anything.

"... Do you really want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life? Little detective."

That tone sounded like there was a hint of anger. The hand pinching her ankle applied slight pressure, and the girl frowned, her lips slightly parted.

"Pain..."

A murmur, and the DM's anger completely dissipated. He stared deeply at that face that was full of the desire to be humiliated.

Do it.

Didn't you like watching people in pain the most?

Crush all the bones in these legs, and she could only lie in your arms, like an exquisite, shattered, lame ragdoll cat.

The DM's thoughts were interrupted by a movement.

That human didn't know what was wrong with her brain, but she squeezed her feet between his thighs.

Even his suit pants were wrinkled, and it wasn't until both feet were stuffed in that Su Mian's brows relaxed slightly.

Unable to judge what kind of behavior this was.

Si Shi's brain crashed for a moment.

Also, how could her feet be this cold?

Lower than his body temperature, a cold-blooded animal.

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When Su Mian woke up, the wounds on her body had disappeared, and she remembered she wasn't wearing socks, but her feet were actually warm.

She discovered she wasn't in the office, but on the 21st floor.

The other few players were lying in a pile, seemingly all inexplicably transported here. Monsters hissed in the distance, approaching them extremely slowly.

【Random level event triggered, please players respond cautiously.】

"Ugh... my head hurts."

Zhang Shuo Zhi patted his head and climbed up from the ground immediately after seeing the situation.

"No, I just finished clocking in after fighting for my life, and here we go again?!!!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Chen Mo glared at him, holding a small knife covered in blood in her hand, looking a bit exhausted.

Wang Zeyu: "The dormitory floor is a safe house; we have to find a chance to go up."

"Where are the other two?"

Su Mian asked suspiciously. Suddenly, a monster pounced over. Chen Mo stepped forward, kicked it away, and turned back, gritting her teeth.

"Forget about them for now, let's go to the elevator first."

The group nodded and took out their weapons one after another. Su Mian blinked. "Are there any extras?"

Chen Mo didn't even turn her head. "With your build, you won't be able to use a knife even if you have one; just hide behind Sister Chen obediently."

Before the words fell, two twisted monsters suddenly darted out from the corner ahead. They were on all fours, their speed shockingly fast, pouncing over with a fishy wind.

"Careful!" Zhang Shuo Zhi roared.

A steel pipe he had unloaded from somewhere swept across with the sound of breaking wind, "bang," hitting the side of a monster's head. The monster let out a sharp hiss, its movements stalling.

Almost at the same time, Chen Mo crouched and lunged, the blood-stained knife in her hand precisely and ruthlessly inserted into the eye socket of another monster, her wrist twisting hard.

Viscous dark liquid sprayed out. The monster struggled crazily, but Chen Mo resisted it firmly until it went completely limp.

"Go! Don't get entangled!" Wang Yuxuan shouted urgently, staring at the surroundings vigilantly.

More hissing sounds came from deep in the corridor, as if all the monsters on the floor had been alarmed.

Su Mian followed closely behind Chen Mo, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

She discovered that her body's reaction speed seemed faster than her consciousness, always able to narrowly avoid obstacles scattered on the ground or claws suddenly reaching out from the side.

That warm feeling spread from the soles of her feet, allowing her to maintain a trace of calmness in extreme tension.

"Left!" Su Mian suddenly reminded.

Chen Mo didn't think, turned around and gave a sharp side kick, kicking a monster that was trying to sneak an attack away, hitting the wall and making a dull sound.

She glanced at Su Mian with some surprise, but the situation was critical, and there was no time to ask more.

The few of them fought and retreated. The corridor seemed endless, the doors on both sides were tightly closed, and occasionally shadows flickered past the glass windows on the doors.

The number of monsters was increasing; they surged from all directions. Although most of their actions were slow, the momentum of rushing forward one after another and their twisted, terrifying shapes were enough to make one's blood run cold.

Zhang Shuo Zhi's steel pipe was already somewhat bent. He panted heavily, using all his strength with every swing.

The fire hydrant in Wang Zeyu's hand became a sharp tool for clearing the way, powerful and heavy; every slash could temporarily clear a small area, but it was obviously extremely exhausting.

"The elevator is right in front!" Wang Zeyu shouted, his voice carrying a trace of hope.

At the end of the corridor, the old elevator door was vaguely visible, the digital display screen on it was dark, and it was unknown whether it could still operate.

The few of them almost crawled over. Su Mian's fair face was stained with dust, and her pair of deer eyes looked extremely bright.

The smell of blood pierced her nose. She felt excited imperceptibly, her heart beating violently due to strenuous exercise. She thought, it was probably the persona acting up again.

Two consciousnesses were fighting in her brain.

So disgusting, so exciting, so disgusting, so exciting, so disgusting.

Damn.

"4399, you crappy system."

She wanted to TDTDTDT!!!

Su Mian suddenly said something that startled 4399. The innocently shot system started crying out in grievance again.

【What did I do again, woo-woo...】

Before she could rest, she looked forward fiercely.

"This elevator is broken too."

"Damn it."

Everyone's complexion became extremely bad. Zhang Shuo Zhi still went to press the elevator button unwillingly, but the display screen was pitch black.

Su Mian looked at the massive group of monsters behind her and blurted out, "Take the stairs!"

"Wait!"

Chen Mo grabbed Su Mian's hand. "There won't be fewer monsters in the stairwell. Can you guys still hold on?"

Su Mian shook her head.

"The stairwell is also a safe house."

"What?!" ===== CHAPTER 41 =====