Faced with Zhong Mu's suppressed anger, the white cat remained calm. "Because our positions are different, what threatens you is a ghost, while what threatens me is a monster. We have different experiences, so our views are naturally different as well."
"Whether the monster will eventually disappear is his own choice, and he was willing to be drawn to Yin Xiu's side. You can criticize us for having ulterior motives and using your Brother Xiu, but the result is indeed the best outcome without being tainted by blood."
It slowly strolled over to its clothes and slipped inside. "I'm telling you these things because we're connected now, and our relationship won't become troublesome because of our positions in the future."
His body gradually transformed back into human form, supporting the entire gray-blue robe, but the clothes were disheveled and drooping over his shoulders, so he reached out to straighten them.
His words, like his entire demeanor, were gentle and mild, bathed in light, appearing serene and docile, without any aggression.
"Hmm... alright..." Zhong Mu's information is still incomplete, and he hasn't experienced the same things as the monsters, so he doesn't know why they want Li Mo to disappear. He'll leave it for now. According to the White Cat Faction's plan, Yin Xiu and Li Mo have been together for many years.
The Black Cat Faction is clearly radical and is currently the most troublesome group for Yin Xiu.
"By the way, the administrator of your town, Lady Night, is from the Black Cat Faction." Mu He sat there slowly tidying her long hair.
"There are also some White Cat faction monsters in the dungeons. These monsters will jointly operate all the dungeons, so if you encounter danger in a dungeon, you can seek help from the White Cat faction monsters. Just tell them that you are someone close to Yin Xiu. Under normal circumstances, they will not pay attention to ordinary players."
"Oh..." Zhong Mu nodded, "How do I distinguish between the two factions?"
Mu He raised her head and pointed to herself, "The White Cat Faction is not a radical faction. Their positions in the dungeon are very likely not to attack players. For example, I am a healer. Under normal circumstances, I don't have any crazy settings or rules that require me to kill players, so I am safe."
Zhong Mu frowned, pondering the dungeons so far. "So, the cafeteria lady doesn't attack the player's location, right?"
"It depends on whether she has any rules against attacking people."
"Oh..." Zhong Mu roughly understood. The harmless location and the no-attack rule designation meant it was most likely the White Cat faction.
The two remained silent when the little paper figure entered from outside carrying a small bottle. "Doctor, look! I've soaked the herbs!"
It happily held what it was holding and took small steps toward Muhe. As it passed Zhong Mu, Zhong Mu could clearly see what was inside.
A small, transparent bottle contained a clear liquid, inside which floated an eyeball, with thin, black legs sprouting from its limbs, struggling in the liquid.
Zhong Mu broke out in a cold sweat. Had those eyeballs with legs just come out of his mouth?!
Mu He took the eyeball bottle from the little paper doll, smiled, held it up to observe for a while, and then put it back. "This eyeball has already mutated inside your body. If no external monster bites you to death, if you consume too much of this eyeball, you will eventually mutate into the appearance of a monster."
Zhong Mu was stunned for a moment, "Will I turn into one of those monsters crawling on the ground?"
Mu He nodded, "The medicine you ingested is like bait to the monsters in your body. They will climb onto you without you noticing to confirm it. Once the smell of the bait in your body becomes strong, they will start to bite you."
"Even if you sense the monsters' presence and manage to withstand their bites, this medicine will eventually turn you into a monster just like them."
Zhong Mu broke out in a cold sweat, thankfully he had noticed the abnormality of the medicine in time.
"But if you take the medicine, it will suppress the effects of the dungeon on your mind. You can't stop taking the medicine altogether, or you'll go crazy, but you can't take too much either." Mu He smiled faintly. If no one notices the problem with the medicine, taking too much or not taking it at all will not end well.
"But my brother Xiu hasn't eaten a single one." Zhong Mu looked worried. His mind was so affected by the dungeon that he even forgot about himself.
"If he didn't eat, he should have been sent to the mental district to endure the mental damage from the dungeon. There will be a solution there, so there's no need to worry too much." Mu He got up, walked to the table, and handed Zhong Mu a bag of pink hard candy.
"This is the medicine used to restore cognition in this instance. It will be different from previous instances. You can give it to him, or you can take it yourself when you are not feeling well."
"Oh, thank you." Zhong Mu reached out and took it, carefully putting it into her pocket.
Now that his eyeballs have come out and he has said everything, he seems to have no reason to stay any longer.
"This isn't a side quest in this instance; it's just a temporary shelter. You can go back to the instance now." Mu He sat upright and waved to him. "Go back."
The little paper figure beside it quickly took small steps over, saying, "Please come this way."
Zhong Mu looked at Mu He, then at the little paper figure, and asked, "So, I'm leaving now?"
"Go ahead, there will be another chance to meet." Mu He nodded slowly and smiled, "Just next time, don't do something like stabbing your heart again, it will hurt me too."
Zhong Mu suddenly remembered what he had done to call Ya Ya over, and felt a little embarrassed. He had forgotten that Mu He would be in pain as well.
"I won't do it again next time!" He nodded seriously, glanced back at Mu He one last time, and then followed the little paper figure as it led him outside.
The strange creatures in the wards on both sides of the clinic were still staring at him intently.
"I told you the doctor is still the same as always, he won't harm the players. Look, he came out completely intact."
"Although the people of White Cat never intentionally harm players, it would be too traitorous for them to actively heal players."
"Hmph, they'll still get killed by our people once they're in the dungeon anyway."
Accompanied by soft muttering, Zhong Mu, under the gaze of everyone who had been watching, returned to the wooden staircase she had come up from.
"Close your eyes and go straight down. Open your eyes when you hit the wall." The little paper doll pointed to the stairs and said, "Don't bother our doctor again next time! You stayed with our doctor for too long today."
Zhong Mu smiled slightly, "I'll come back to see your doctors again next time!"
The little paper figure angrily swung its fist and punched him, "Get out of here! You despicable player! Don't even think about deceiving our healers again!"
Its paper-thin fists didn't hurt at all when they hit him, and Zhong Mu didn't care at all.
He closed his eyes, touched the handrail, and began to descend the stairs.
The most important thing now is to get this medicine to help Xiu Ge regain his senses.
I wonder how things are going with Brother Xiu.
With his eyes closed, he went down the stairs. When he reached the end, there was no more stairs under his feet, so he continued to walk forward. As he walked, his body bumped into a wall, and Zhong Mu opened his eyes to look around.
He probably returned to the corridor of the mental hospital.
But for some reason, a dramatic change has taken place here.
The terrifying monsters that used to crawl on the ground were all killed by something, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.
Zhong Mu was covered in a cold sweat. The entire mental hospital was silent, which made him feel inexplicably afraid. Had something terrible happened while he was away?
He nervously jogged towards the iron fence gate of the isolation ward for the mentally ill to see what was happening there and whether he could force his way through.
Just as I reached the isolation area for the mentally ill, I suddenly discovered that the iron fence bars had been neatly cut into pieces.
Judging from the cut, it is clearly a knife mark.