There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

A few people forcefully dragged Sun Jianguo into the infirmary and pinned him on the bed.

Sun Jianguo, who was nearly two meters tall and an ex-soldier, would have been impossible for Xiao Wang, Uncle Peng, and Uncle Zhao to restrain if not for Jinghong’s Yo-Yo string binding him.

Using hemp ropes and quilts, Security Guard Xiaowang and the three others tied Sun Jianguo to the bed, wrapping him again and again. Only after they were sure he couldn’t break free did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Picking up his thermos, Xiao Wang downed the lukewarm water in one go. "What’s going on with Brother Sun?" he asked. "Why did he suddenly go crazy?"

It was only then that he saw his fingers had been smashed into a claw-like shape. He had been too worried about Sun Yu’s safety to notice until now.

The moment he registered the injury, the pain from the blow to his shoulder flared up as well, causing him to cry out and curl up on the floor.

Duan Fei immediately walked over, checked the wound, and said, "It’s alright. Leave it to me. I’ve studied Qi Gong."

This was an era when Qi Gong was all the rage.

Duan Fei placed his hand over the other man’s wound, murmuring incantations as he secretly activated [Rough Medical Skill].

Xiao Wang felt a wave of warmth spread through his body. The injured area began to itch, but it returned to normal a moment later.

He flexed his hand and found that his previously broken fingers were now completely fine. There was only a bruise on his collarbone, and it just felt a little sore to the touch.

"Master Duan, that was incredible!"

Uncle Zhao and Uncle Peng crowded around, staring in astonishment at Xiao Wang’s fingers.

They had clearly seen Xiao Wang’s fingers get broken just moments ago—the bone was even sticking out. They never expected them to heal just from being touched. This was something ordinary medicine could never achieve.

Uncle Peng looked Duan Fei up and down for a moment, then asked curiously, "Duan Fei, you’re not that old, but that skill of yours is amazing. Who did you learn Qi Gong from?"

"I’m self-taught," Duan Fei replied casually.

"You’re this amazing just from teaching yourself? Can you teach me?"

Seeing Uncle Peng’s fanatical expression, Duan Fei recalled that the man was a bit superstitious and eccentric. ’Looks like my little trick was right up his alley.’

He was about to refuse, but then he remembered that Uncle Peng was the designer of Rose Apartment. ’He might be useful later. Building a good relationship now would be a good move.’

So, he said solemnly, "Yes. One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten-kilometer run. Every single day. You have to eat bananas and drink milk, but you have to drink cola too. You must consume both nutrients and poisons. Only then can you be considered well-rounded."

Jinghong, who was reading a manga off to the side, looked up and slapped the copy of *Baki* in her hand. "There’s something wrong with your plan! Aren’t you afraid he’ll misunderstand?"

"Just tell me, is it well-rounded or not?"

"Well, I guess there’s nothing wrong with it... But you have to pay attention to muscle maintenance and warm up properly, or you could get injured."

Uncle Peng had also seen Jinghong fight Sun Jianguo earlier.

In his mind, for someone with Jinghong’s slender frame to be able to confront Sun Jianguo head-on, she had to be a Qi Gong master as well—one of unfathomable depth.

Since Jinghong also said there was no problem, Uncle Peng immediately decided to try it out today—no, right now.

Before heading out for his run, Uncle Peng asked, "So, when do you think I’ll be able to develop a Qi Sensation?"

"That depends on your aptitude."

"So what’s my aptitude like?"

"Hard to say. If you’re lucky, three to five months. If you’re unlucky, thirty or forty years. Anyway, just train casually. If any problems come up, find me."

"Alrighty~"

After sending Uncle Peng off on his run, Duan Fei turned to the now-quiet Sun Jianguo. "Uncle Sun, can you see me now?"

Sun Jianguo managed to lift his head, his large, bell-like eyes staring at Duan Fei. After a long moment, he said, "Yes."

"What do we look like to you?"

"Black shadows. Your features are blurry. Over there, Xiao Wang is a floating corpse, Uncle Peng is a skeleton, and Uncle Zhao is a zombie."

"Quite the variety."

Pinching his chin, Duan Fei roughly determined that the man’s perception of others had likely been blocked previously, and then the Spirit reward had caused him to have hallucinations.

Telling the man to remain calm, Duan Fei said, "This might be difficult, but I need you to calm down and listen to me carefully. I am a living person, and I am certain that these people are all alive. I’m a student at a traditional Chinese medicine university. I can still tell the difference between the living and the dead."

Duan Fei’s tone was so sincere as he fabricated his identity that Jinghong felt he was a better Actor than she was.

Seeing that Sun Jianguo was beginning to waver, Duan Fei continued, "Your son is right next door, but you’re not in a suitable state to see him right now. However, I can have him come over to see you, so you’ll believe we mean you no harm."

He called for Sun Yu. The little boy walked in fearfully from the next room and called out timidly, "Dad, are you okay?"

Hearing his son’s voice, Sun Jianguo closed his eyes and thought for a moment. Then he said, "Do me a favor. Go to the basement, to the second room, and get the file from the desk."

Xiao Wang dashed out and came running back with the file a short time later.

After having Xiao Wang turn to the second page, Sun Jianguo looked at the text and asked, "Xiao Wang, tell me, what is the first word on the second line?"

"’Four.’"

"Sun Yu, you come look too."

Sun Yu came closer, looked for a moment, and said, "It’s ’four.’ The number four."

"I knew it. I’m seeing the word ’death.’ I trust my son wouldn’t lie to me, so what I’m seeing probably isn’t real. Xiao Wang, I’m sorry."

"It’s okay, Brother Sun," Xiao Wang said with an embarrassed laugh.

"Then what’s the deal with those tourists? Why did I only see their entry times, but not their departure times?"

Xiao Wang hemmed and hawed awkwardly for a long time before finally saying, "Well... we’ve been making some money on the side. At first, I thought you were just turning a blind eye, Brother Sun. I didn’t realize you actually couldn’t see it."

"...You let tourists check in and charge them, but you lie to management and say they didn’t?"

"Yeah."

"Why not just not register them at all?"

"In case we get caught, it’s easier to fix the books later."

Sun Jianguo closed his eyes, feeling a surge of anger.

’No wonder these guys didn’t go home for the Spring Festival. So this is the side hustle they had going.’

’Every last one of them who stayed behind is an accomplice.’

But that wasn’t the important thing right now. The important thing was his own condition.

After thinking for a moment, Sun Jianguo explained his situation from beginning to end.

He included his occasional headaches, his inability to see the people around him, and the vision he had in the secret room.

After he finished, he added a warning, "There’s something wrong with that room. You’d better go check it out."

Duan Fei nodded, telling Xiao Wang and Uncle Zhao to watch over Sun Jianguo. He then left and headed for the basement.

But on the way to the basement, Duan Fei noticed the snow and wind outside were growing stronger.

A blizzard seemed to be on its way.

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