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Chapter 244 During the Run

During the run, Wang Jianhua pulled two cans from Fang Cheng's arms and took them into his own hands. The two continued running, as Chen Yi'an was still chasing.

As they ran into the corridor, Chen Yi'an followed behind Wang Jianhua and Fang Cheng, holding a knife in his hand, as if looking for a suitable opportunity to throw it.

After running in the corridor for a while, Fang Cheng saw a person with his back to them in the moonlight. The person was carrying a paper lantern and was a puppet servant from the teahouse.

Fang Cheng thought that the puppet servant shouldn't be under the direct control of the young lady, otherwise it wouldn't have reacted to the loud noise of the three of us running on the wooden board.

Moving forward, there was the puppet servant; stopping, there was Chen Yi'an… Fang Cheng pondered a solution in his mind.

Wang Jianhua also saw the puppet, and his already tense heart clenched even tighter—if he continued forward, he would alert the puppet, but if he stopped, Chen Yi'an would have a greater chance of taking their lives.

The puppet wouldn't reach the end of the corridor for a while. Stopping to fight Chen Yi'an should buy me time for Fang Cheng to run. Wang Jianhua had made up his mind. He was just about to call Fang Cheng when he heard Fang Cheng shout first, "Uncle Wang, run forward! Quick! I have a plan!"

Although Wang Jianhua didn't understand what method Fang Cheng had come up with, he still quickened his pace.

Chen Yi'an looked at Wang Jianhua and Fang Cheng, who were quickening their pace ahead, and then at the puppet at the very front. He understood what the two were up to, so he also quickened his pace.

After taking a large stride, Chen Yi'an aimed at Fang Cheng, who was slightly behind, and threw the knife in his hand directly at him.

Fang Cheng suddenly felt a chill down his spine, quickened his pace, and threw the water-filled jug in his hand forward with force.

Fang Cheng felt a slight pain in the back of her neck—the knife had probably pierced the back of her neck.

But the jar full of water also hit the puppet precisely.

Despite the pain in the back of his neck, Fang Cheng pulled Wang Jianhua behind a pillar.

When Chen Yi'an saw the puppet get hit, he was initially a little nervous—he was worried that the puppet would come and attack him.

However, the puppet fell to the ground, crashing into the water jug ​​with a loud thud.

Chen Yi'an breathed a sigh of relief, a disdainful smile returning to his lips. With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked toward Wang Jianhua and Fang Cheng, who were crouching in the corner of the pillar.

When Wang Jianhua saw Chen Yi'an approaching, he thought that since Chen Yi'an didn't have a knife on him, he might be able to beat him. Just as he was about to get up, Fang Cheng pressed him down again.

Fang Cheng shook his head at Wang Jianhua and then pointed in the direction of the puppet.

Wang Jianhua didn't understand why Fang Cheng was still unwilling to run away even at this point, but instead waited there. However, when he looked up in the direction of the puppet, he understood why Fang Cheng was doing this.

The puppet's head, which had been facing down, made a 180-degree turn, and then, with a push of its arms, it sprang up from the ground like a carp leaping out of its shell.

Chen Yi'an, who had been calm and composed, immediately changed his relaxed expression. He frowned, bent over and ran, picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground, and ignored Fang Cheng and Wang Jianhua hiding in the corner of the pillar - he thought that the two of them would not have the guts to fight him with the puppet servant.

Chen Yi'an looked at the wooden puppet servant in front of him and assumed a fighting stance.

The puppet opposite had a pair of large, smiling eyes painted on its face, and the two patches of rouge on its cheeks were painted asymmetrically. Its mouth was initially closed, but after seeing Chen Yi'an, the puppet's mouth split open, revealing a dark hole.

In the blink of an eye, the puppet appeared in front of Chen Yi'an. Chen Yi'an was prepared and raised his knife to fight the puppet servant.

While Chen Yi'an was entangled in a fight with the puppet, Fang Cheng and Wang Jianhua immediately got up and ran away. Fang Cheng picked up the water-filled jar he had just thrown away and ran back to their house with Wang Jianhua.

Fang Cheng burst open his apartment door, stepped over the railing, and stumbled a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

Wang Jianhua followed Fang Cheng into Fang Cheng's room, first shoving his jar into the hands of Gu Huayang, who was now able to stand up, and then closing the door as quickly as possible.

Just as Wang Jianhua locked the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Li Hongying scream, "Oh my god, there's blood all over the back!"

Blood all over his back? Wang Jianhua first touched his back in surprise, then brought his hand up to his eyes. Finding no red or black liquid on his palm, he realized that Fang Cheng must have been injured.

Wang Jianhua hurriedly turned his head and saw that there was a large black patch on the back of Fang Cheng's clothes near his neck.

It wasn't very clear outside in the moonlight, but now that there were three kerosene lamps inside the house, Wang Jianhua could see that the black patch on Fang Cheng's back was not a pattern or a patch, but a piece of cloth soaked in blood.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xingyi hurriedly took out a handkerchief he always carried, dampened it with a little water, and wiped the back of Fang Cheng's neck. He then discovered a wound that was two or three centimeters long. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and had stopped bleeding.

"My God, what have you two been through?" Bai Xingyi was shocked. She hurriedly picked up the kerosene lamp that was on the ground and shone it on Fang Cheng's wound.

Fang Cheng felt a warm sensation on the back of her neck, which must be the wound healing. She handed the two jars she was holding to Li Hongying while telling her about what she and Wang Jianhua had encountered on their way here.

"What's wrong with Chen Yi'an?" Bai Xingyi cursed Chen Yi'an after hearing this, then looked at the knife wound on Fang Cheng's neck with heartache.

"I wonder what clues he got from the Second Miss that made him so convinced that only two people in this world could escape." Fang Cheng sighed.

“Every player’s experience in a dungeon world is different. Perhaps his experience leads him to believe that only the information obtained from defeating the boss is correct.” Gu Huayang lowered his head and began to think. “But what he didn’t expect is that bosses can also feign death. The information given by a boss who feigns death is often false. It’s used to cover up the hidden boss.”

"There's a hidden boss?" Bai Xingyi wanted to curse.

“It’s not really our problem. The hidden boss is most likely targeting those two.” Gu Huayang gave up on the idea of ​​taking Chen Yi’an and Fu Qu with him – these two clearly didn’t get along with them.

Gu Huayang frowned, looking at Fang Cheng, who was obediently receiving treatment from the kerosene lamp. After all, the knife belonged to the boss; he hoped nothing bad would happen.