Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Without the talisman supporting her, Hua Mulan’s legs went weak and she dropped to her knees with a thud. She clutched at her stomach and spat out a mouthful of blood. In the blink of an eye, she had become utterly drained.

“Can you still keep going?” Qiao Yu glanced at the monster steadily closing in on them, then crouched down and looked at her with concern.

Hua Mulan lifted an arm and waved weakly. “I don’t think I’m going to make it. You guys run first… cough, cough…”

The strangest part was that such a massive lump of flesh was rolling through the lobby, yet it didn’t cause the slightest panic. Everyone seemed to have been placed under some kind of illusion, walking past the thing with perfectly normal expressions. Some people even smiled and stepped aside to let it pass.

It was absurd beyond belief.

Just then, an elderly woman with a head full of white hair came over. She frowned at Hua Mulan and advised her, “Young lady, don’t be so willful. Once you have the surgery, you’ll recover. Think of your family. You can’t run away just because you’re afraid of an operation. Young people these days really don’t value their lives…”

Hua Mulan was so angry she nearly coughed up blood again.

Qiao Yu sighed and reached out to pat Hua Mulan on the back. Unable to hold back, he said, “Ma’am, if you don’t know anything, please don’t give random advice. You should hurry up and get in line for your medicine.”

The old woman was displeased. Her face fell. “What kind of friend are you? Why won’t this young lady listen to reason? If you’re sick, how can you not get treated? As the saying goes, if you don’t listen to your elders…”

“Right, right. If I don’t listen to my elders, I can be happy for years.” Qiao Yu made a gesture inviting her to leave. “It’s getting late. Please hurry up, pick up your medicine, wash up, and go to bed.”

-Pfft. Doesn’t matter who he’s arguing with. The streamer has never once worried he might underperform.

-Sadako: Because beautiful things always have thorns.

-Painted Skin: Like roses. Perfect for our QY baby.

-Li Xiaoqin: Forget it. Roses don’t cut it. In his last life, he was probably a hedgehog.

-Hahahahaha, one fan is worth ten haters. Three fans… all crows under heaven are equally black.

“Hey, what kind of way is that to talk, young man?” Once the old woman started being unreasonable, she really was a headache.

Qiao Yu looked away. He had no time to keep dealing with this piece of the motherland’s intangible cultural heritage. He lifted Hua Mulan’s wrist and said softly, “Here, give me a hand.”

Hua Mulan stared in terror at the monster about to pounce on them, letting Qiao Yu stuff something cold into her hand.

“Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, you are my past life, and I am your present life…”

Hua Mulan: ??

Old woman: !!

Just then, a gust of chilly wind swept past. The old woman shuddered from the cold and was forced to terminate her lecture service.

“Lunatic!” After saying that, she glanced in panic at the dark clouds rapidly gathering in the sky, then walked away while cursing under her breath.

The speed of her legs formed a stark contrast with her head full of white hair.

At that moment, an unknown force suddenly descended upon the… stylus in their hands.

After the dark clouds gathered, the rain outside seemed to fall even harder.

Before the lightning could flash, Qiao Yu impatiently urged the stylus, “Big sis, we’re in a crisis here. Can you stop with all the dramatic flair? Why are you so vain?”

Almost immediately, the long-haired female ghost in a red qipao appeared.

She kicked away the monster that had rolled up in front of her and cursed even more viciously than the old woman. “Who are you calling vain? I was about to say you’re perfunctory! Why are you so disrespectful to ghosts? Who are you trying to deal with using a stylus?”

Qiao Yu shrugged and put the stylus back on the tablet beside the bulletin board. “I didn’t have a choice. I had to use what was available.”

People said bad students had the most stationery. Although Qiao Yu was a bad student, there was nothing he could do about it-he was a bad student with no stationery.

Don’t ask. The answer was: no money, broke!

“Where are the others?”

At Qiao Yu’s question, Hua Mulan coughed twice and pointed toward the corridor. “They all hid. Hua Buwan was also taken to the operating room. I, wuwuwu…”
“Too? Who else went to the operating room besides him?”

“The streamer from Ward 604. Something Crocodile…” Hua Mulan tried hard to recall that skinny little boy. In her memory, his eyes were always brimming with tears at the slightest thing, so she said instinctively, “I think he was called Crocodile Tears.”

After saying that, she even nodded with certainty.

Qiao Yu: “…”

Fine. It was pretty fitting.

“Then I’ll leave this to you.” He lifted his chin at the dumbfounded Hua Mulan, then said it to the Pen Spirit.

The Pen Spirit listened to the string of electronic warning tones going off in her head, irritatedly kicking away the monster that had rolled back over. “Am I your free hired muscle?”

“How is it free? Didn’t I introduce you to a job?”

Pen Spirit: ??

“Do you have any shame left?”

“You can have it. It’s not worth much anyway.” Qiao Yu had always been open-minded about these things, and generous when giving them away.

Holding hands with his “190-centimeter-tall little wife,” he left without looking back.

Pen Spirit: …

Damn it. His boyfriend was a treasure, and she was just grass by the roadside, huh?

Maybe she was already used to being ordered around. The Pen Spirit cursed and cursed, but still obediently stood in front of Hua Mulan, keeping watch for Qiao Yu.

[Warning: Due to the loss of a key NPC, the Instance progression has been disrupted. The Live Stream Room will no longer impose restrictions on any Ghost within the Instance. Streamers, please proceed with caution!]

-Director Zhou has already cried himself unconscious in the restroom.

-This Instance isn’t just full of holes anymore. It’s basically a sieve, right?

-We told him to stay away from the streamers. Who told him not to listen?

-Tsk, tsk, tsk…

Qiao Yu quickly ran upstairs, but before he had taken more than a couple of steps, he suddenly stopped, then thudded right back down.

Shang Yan stood halfway between the first and second floors, puzzled. “What are you doing?”

Qiao Yu looked up at the ceiling and suddenly smiled. “Look. Is that a Review Card?”

Shang Yan followed the direction of his finger and saw a square black shadow behind the ceiling light cover.

“…”

Just what kind of luck did this guy have??

“How do we get it down?” Qiao Yu was stumped.

Shang Yan reached up and measured the distance, then shook his head. “I can’t reach it either.”

“Sigh. What a useless boyfriend. Good for nothing.” After sighing, he withdrew his condemning gaze and continued staring blankly at the ceiling.

Shang Yan immediately got a little sulky.

His fingers curled slightly, and he put the Soul-Departing Fan he had hidden behind his back back into the Live Stream Room.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m a useless boyfriend. Figure it out yourself, then.

But Qiao Yu’s luck in the Live Stream Room had always been excellent. He was still worrying over how to get the card from the ceiling when reinforcements arrived.

A burst of chaotic footsteps sounded from upstairs. The next second, a hero dressed in black suddenly flew down.

Qiao Yu: (O_o)??

Chi Shang was wearing a long robe in ancient style, holding a long saber in his hand, and carrying someone on his back as he came down from upstairs using qinggong…

That was qinggong, right?

This definitely wasn’t a height that a “modern person” could jump from.

As the other man leaped up, Qiao Yu hurriedly pointed at the Review Card and shouted, “Quick, quick, quick! White-Haired Hero, help me get the Review Card out of the light cover!”

Chi Shang instinctively reached out and pulled the card from the light cover, then landed in front of them with someone on his back.

Qiao Yu didn’t rush to take the card. Instead, he stroked his chin and circled Chi Shang once before sighing in admiration. “Excuse me, but which Tony-level stylist is this amazing? Dyed your hair white and even dripped red medicine on it? You don’t even forget to bring a stylist into an Instance… Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a heavy idol burden.”

Chi Shang: “…”

No, seriously. How exactly had he offended this guy? Why was every word out of his mouth dripping with malice?