Chapter 187: Final Hour! Player... Please Take a Seat!

A cold voice rang behind the ear.

Su Yang slowly stood up, his hands releasing the corpse.

"I told you not to move!"

The sharp Small Knife suddenly brushed a few centimeters against the skin, and Su Yang could distinctly feel a chill.

"Wang Ning?"

From that familiar voice, he discerned the speaker.

"Stop getting so close." Wang Ning was only about half a head shorter than Su Yang, now staring at the back of his head, her killing intent flashing unabashedly.

"You won't kill me," Su Yang raised his hands, a slight curve at the corner of his Mouth.

"Indeed, I won't," Wang Ning sneered, "but I can, just as Jiang Hua does to you, turn you into a Ren Zhu!"

"That's too cruel, isn't it? Is that appropriate for your ex-boyfriend?" Su Yang said softly.

"Cut the nonsense, what did you find on the corpse?" Wang Ning asked.

Su Yang was about to turn, but Wang Ning suddenly pressed his Brain.

Then he heard—"Outside of dating hours, men and women cannot meet. Do you want to die?"

"I just wanted to take a look at you, sorry, I'll be more careful next time," Su Yang said.

"Stop the act, put your flashy Intestine away, I'm not Lin Shuyu, I won't show you any mercy," Wang Ning warned.

Seeing her get serious, Su Yang's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "The corpse's decay rate is slower than normal."

"Anything else?"

"The wound is uneven, showing irregularities."

"What does that indicate?"

"It indicates someone added a finishing blow."

Wang Ning's brow furrowed, "You mean... Huangfu Shu wouldn't have died, but someone added Fire?"

"It could also be that I'm overthinking," Su Yang shrugged.

"And the decay? What else does it suggest?"

"I guess it's due to the rules; the person is dead, but Divinity doesn't seem to want him dead."

"So that's why Tang Youning doesn't want to kill you?"

"You heard all that?" Su Yang raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't hear it all."

"There are many reasons he doesn't want to kill me, and they certainly have nothing to do with the corpse," Su Yang said.

"What about Jiang Hua? You keep saying you're bisexual, but he's the one, right?" Wang Ning's voice suddenly grew cold.

"A conflict?" Su Yang replied lightly.

"Since he's homosexual, your partner is most likely him; why do you still want to kill?"

"Who says my partner can only be a man? His Performance Score is higher than mine; if I don't kill him, am I waiting for him to choose me?"

Wang Ning was silent for a while, then asked, "Why are you looking for a corpse?"

"You want to ask why I jumped into the river, right?" Su Yang lowered his gaze, glanced at the Shadow on the ground, and continued:

"First, to get out of the situation; second, to prevent Huangfu Shu's Fake Death."

"What next?" Wang Ning asked.

"Throw the corpse back into the river, then find a place to sleep," Su Yang said.

In this Q&A, he fulfilled every request; Su Yang deliberately chose the answers Wang Ning wanted.

She has 'Wind‑Ear', giving her a rough understanding of what happened tonight.

Su Yang need not conceal anything deliberately, and cannot hide it.

But she can only hear, not see.

So the reply contains some truth and some falsehood; it depends on whether she can discern them.

"Including Yu Tong, they all seem to want to protect you," Wang Ning said.

"Can I take it as they all want to take my life in a formal setting?"

"Otherwise? Could it be because you're so charismatic?"

"Who knows?" Su Yang spread his hands.

At this moment, Wang Ning noticed Su Yang's Shoulder still bleeding, her eyes flickered slightly, and she said, "You'd better keep your life, don't disappoint them."

"I'm very careful with my life; I would do that even without you telling me," Su Yang said softly.

After speaking, the Small Knife in front of his Neck slowly withdrew.

The Shadow beneath his Foot also receded.

"Hey, I'm injured, can you help find some anti‑inflammatory medicine?" Su Yang shouted.

After a while with no response, Su Yang grew curious and called out again, "Did you leave? I'm turning around…"

Still no reply.

Su Yang turned his head slowly, only to see no one behind him.

The green blades of grass swayed in the wind, producing a whoosh sound.

"Hm?"

At that moment, Su Yang noticed a first‑aid kit and a plastic bag on the ground.

The bag contained hydrogen peroxide, iodine solution, anti‑inflammatory medicine, cotton swabs, and mineral water.

"What an inconsistent person," Su Yang smiled.

He plopped onto the ground, took out the hydrogen peroxide, and opened the bottle cap.

He immediately inhaled, held his breath, and poured the liquid down onto the wound on his Shoulder.

Sizzle…

Ugh!!

Su Yang's eyes widened, his complexion instantly flushed a bluish‑purple, and the veins on his Neck bulged.

Foam burst from the wound in waves, and the intense pain nearly caused him to faint.

Huh!

Su Yang, regaining his strength, gasped heavily, and then disinfected the wound on his thigh.

The wound wasn't deep, but if he didn't treat it it would easily become infected.

He opened the first‑aid kit, which contained medical tweezers, suturing needles, thread, and a needle holder.

"How thoughtful, even the suturing tools are ready," Su Yang said as he took the items out.

His Finger pinched the needle tip, aimed at the upper edge of the wound, and gritted his teeth to pierce!

Su Yang's painful hand trembled continuously, and he took a long breath, pushing the needle through from the other side.

The simple two steps, however, made him feel as if years had passed in a flash.

Suturing without anesthesia is a dual test of will and flesh.

Su Yang held the needle holder in one hand, while his other hand stitched four consecutive sutures.

After finishing, his whole body felt as if he had been soaking in water, drenched in Sweat.

He promptly finished suturing the thigh wound as well, then used a cotton swab dipped in povidone‑iodine to apply to the wound.

Finally, he swallowed an anti‑inflammatory pill with water, spread his arms wide and lay on the grass, his chest rising and falling, staring blankly at the star‑filled sky.

"Tang Youning... I f*** your mother!"

The next day at ten in the morning.

The dense fog isolating the two Villas quietly lifted, revealing a perfectly square pit on the ground.

Stone steps connected to the opening, leading to the final realm.

The girls emerged from the Villa and, looking up, saw a ruin that had been ravaged by Fire.

Embers drifted on the wind, and the blackened wall still clung to faint flames.

"What happened last night?" Xu Yutong said, her face full of shock.

The other three girls were not surprised; they had known about it for a long time.

"Let's go, it's time to make a choice," Zhao Huaillei said expressionlessly.

"Hmm..."

Xu Yutong saw the three's indifferent demeanor, and although countless doubts swirled in her heart, she still didn't voice a question.

She stared at the blackened window on the Second Floor and whispered, "... Su Yang, still alive?"

When the four followed the stone steps down, they discovered a huge chamber inside.

The walls were made of Stone, with torches hanging from them.

In the center stood a massive bull‑headed humanoid, its blood‑red eyes staring coldly at the newcomers.

Four seats were arranged on each side of it.

Engraved on them were the corresponding players' names, and behind each seat lay rusted Shackles.

Before the four could grasp the situation, the bull‑headed creature spoke in human language:

"Player... please take a seat."