Chapter 307: Act According to the Situation

Qianxun had a device in hand, confident that Wu Ya couldn't discover it.

They say they're also second place, so they must have some of their own tricks.

But what exactly to observe, Qianxun hasn't figured out either; in any case, it's just four words—"act according to the situation!"

If this Number One is truly unworthy, replacing them wouldn't be impossible. Or perhaps observe this person's strength, see whether she has any special devices or the like; knowing a bit more could be lifesaving in this cursed place.

But after witnessing the battle between Wu Ya and Fengyun Tianxia with his own eyes, they no longer felt any resentment.

If the person who faced Fengyun Tianxia back then had been them...

Qianxun pressed her heart and asked herself, they definitely couldn't sustain those few moves.

He said no more, led his people to leave the shelter swiftly, and his figure vanished quickly into the fine rain.

After Qianxun's party departed, Moyu Miji followed closely and left as well.

Only the squad's five members remained in the shelter; they had already secured all the rewards, and acid rain was still falling outside, making wandering about worse than staying inside.

The shelter had no installed lighting; only when the iron panel overhead was opened did light stream in.

But Moyu Miji was still very proper, closing doors without hesitation; even this iron door was shut promptly.

Qi Wan Yi fished a flashlight from her pocket, placed it among the few, shining onto the ceiling; the atmosphere felt like the opening of a horror movie, and they ought to play some strange horror game to their doom.

There was no horror game, but there was a deck of playing cards.

It was tucked in Xinxue's backpack compartment, and she laughed, explaining, "Someone gave it when I was packing the bag, just remembered—shall we play a few rounds?"

Then let's play.

But with five people and a single deck, what can we play?

Cheng Shuili fell silent; the last time she played cards was on a day off, when she and Su Rui drew the turtle. Back then there were only two people; now there are so many that they couldn't even play Dou Di Zhu.

But life is often unsatisfactory; the fact that everyone is still alive is already a blessing.

Cheng Shuili was still spacing out, and Qi Wan Yi, sitting beside her, nudged her with an elbow, "What do you want to play, Lao Da? Anything you have in mind?"

Cheng Shuili came to herself, her gaze sweeping over the teammates' expectant faces, then settling on the brand‑new deck of cards in the middle.

She indeed wasn't very good at this kind of multiplayer card game, but since Qi Wan Yi asked, she naturally had to answer.

Cheng Shuili hesitated for a second, her tone a bit uncertain: "…draw the turtle? Or, run fast?"

That was the simplest, least rule‑intensive way she could think of.

"Draw the turtle is too childish, Lao Da!" Jiang Tang immediately protested, "We're five people! And… what does 'run fast' mean?"

"I haven't heard of it either."

"Probably a hometown game of the boss, right?"

"Eh… those aren't fun. Listen to me, let's play Red Ten; it's perfect for five of us! I'll introduce it to you."

Cheng Shuili was still a bit stunned when she got back to the vehicle; it was only an eight‑hour Instance, yet it felt as if a month or even a year had passed.

The solitary elderly Su Rui heard the stir in the carriage, silently halted the vehicle, pushed open the door and stepped out; seeing Cheng Shuili return put her at ease, and she asked out of habit, "Was the Instance smooth?"

Cheng Shuili looked up, seeing Su Rui's familiar silhouette and questioning gaze, and her taut nerves finally completely relaxed.

She let out a long sigh, as if exhaling all the suppressed pressure and fatigue built up in the Instance.

Honestly… could we stop doing these Instances in the future? One wave after another, tense and thrilling, and any little unknown is a dead end.

If it weren't for Jiang Tang, the European king, Cheng Shuili would have lost a life inside.

But now that Su Rui asked, Cheng Shuili replied quite succinctly: "It's okay."

She said, stood up, changed seats, found a comfortable spot to slump into, and then added, "Got the core reward, cleared the hell‑level Instance. It's just that the process was a bit… aggravating."

Su Rui didn't press for specifics on how it was "aggravating," simply passed over a bottle of water and calmly said, "As long as it went smoothly."

Cheng Shuili took the water, drank a sip; the icy liquid slid down her throat, making her a bit more alert.

She stared at the halted scenery outside the window, then suddenly blurted out, "... in the shelter, I played cards with Xinxue and the others for a while."

"Oh?" Su Rui seemed a bit surprised, turned her head to glance at her, "What did you play? Did you win?"

She knew Cheng Shuili and understood that she was never very interested in group entertainment activities.

The last time they drew the turtle was simply out of boredom; she hadn't expected them to play it inside the Instance.

Cheng Shuili fell silent for a moment, her tone a bit complex: "A new way of playing… taught by Qi Wan Yi."

She paused, then added, "Lost a few rounds."

Although she didn't give details, Su Rui could almost picture the scene.

Cheng Shuili was most likely dragged into the game by her teammates' teasing, and perhaps because she was unfamiliar with the rules or unlucky, she clumsily lost, maybe even got a sticky note or something attached.

Ordinary participants wouldn't have that condition, but Cheng Shuili carried that mysterious ring, so how could she not bring it out?

Thinking of the usually cold expression on Cheng Shuili's face possibly showing helplessness she couldn't display, Su Rui's mouth corner lifted ever so slightly, then quickly returned to her usual impassive look.

This person is too exhausted now; jokes aren't possible.

Her temper is poor; joking about her now would truly make her angry.

Store it for later.

"Hmm, relaxing once in a while isn't bad."

Su Rui evaluated, her voice still flat, though those who knew her could detect a faint hint of warmth.

Cheng Shuili said nothing further, merely leaning against the chair back.

The vehicle glided smoothly, and the carriage fell back into silence.

For some reason, this time the system didn't announce the Instance rewards until a full six o'clock.

【Ding‑dong! All surviving companions, please pay attention!】

【First, due to everyone's effort, this one‑day acid‑rain evasion activity has successfully concluded! Survivors! Your strength and perseverance are commendable! But I am the system, so there are no extra rewards.】

Cheng Shuili: "……"

What nonsense is this person babbling now?

Cheng Shuili rubbed her temples, furrowed her brows and opened the regional channel to scan it.

Just a glance, and the regional channel was actually discussing her.

Cheng Shuili swiped up twice, and immediately located the culprit.

【No Man's Realm】: Who says Wu Ya is 189, eight‑pack abs, two long legs, a body of sinewy flesh, looking fierce and powerful yet still elegant—a hunk? You rumor‑mongers, can you just go take a dump!