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Ling Mo and that Old Taoist were already engulfed in flames, and the little boxes scattered around them did not catch fire upon contact with the flames, indicating that this fire was no ordinary fire.

The closer Xia Xinyan got to that flame, the more intense the stinging pain on her body became, even causing her movements to slow down.

However, there was no change in her expression; she charged towards the flames at full speed, constantly maneuvering her hands. Before arriving, she forcibly used her telekinesis to cut some sharp steel rods off the shelf, aiming directly at the fire. As long as she pulled Ling Mo out of danger, these rods would thrust straight at the Taoist below.

Even if they couldn’t hurt him, they would at least keep him immobilized for a while.

Every part of her felt the stinging pain, a feeling more unbearable than itching, yet it didn’t affect her movements in the slightest, as if she were oblivious to the pain entirely.

She was indeed afraid of pain, but being afraid didn’t mean she couldn’t endure it.

In her previous life, without a system’s help and without a Xia Xinyan beside her to guide her step by step, even though she had spent a long time in the Safe Zone to adapt and accumulate experience, she had died numerous times when she first engaged with the Battle Zone.

There were even several times when she nearly gave up the game, for if it were just about earning money, working this hard was hardly worth it.

It wasn’t until the signs of the Cataclysm began to emerge, and the game gradually influenced reality, that she realized this might not simply be a game.

So she persevered.

Of course, the most important reason was that after dying so many times, she had grown accustomed to it.

She had experienced many more painful ways to die than this; compared to those, the pain she felt now was like a mere tickle.

Thus, her so-called fear of pain was merely a habit of avoiding things that would cause injury. But if it came down to something that needed to be done, she would not hesitate for a moment.

Just like she wanted to be lazy but wouldn’t slack off in any situation.

Ling Mo could die, but he couldn’t die in such a meaningless way; otherwise, he would learn nothing. Xia Xinyan allowed him to fail but not like this.

At any time, it was crucial to remain calm and consider everything carefully, exhaust all possible methods, and make every effort to try what could be done. Even if they still failed at that point, at least they would have tried.

Moreover, the experience they could gain would far outweigh this meaningless fight to the death.

So she had to save him.

Just as she was about to rush into the flames, the fire suddenly exploded outward, knocking her back several meters. When she looked up, she saw that the flames had dissipated, and Ling Mo… was holding the Taoist’s head.

His body was completely burned black, which made him stand out even more in Xia Xinyan’s night vision, and the Taoist beneath his foot was in a similarly dire state; his clothes had been reduced to rags, with not a good piece of flesh showing—most importantly, he no longer had a head atop his shoulders.

Ling Mo tossed the head aside like trash and turned to Xia Xinyan.

Xia Xinyan’s expression shifted slightly as she floated over to grab him and run forward. “Let’s get out of here first!”

At the same time, all the previously airborne steel rods meant for dealing with the Taoist turned their aim towards the mechanical soldier that had just stood up behind them. The soldier raised a grenade to aim at their backs, and suddenly, numerous steel rods and boxes descended, smashing into him and igniting another violent explosion.

Xia Xinyan kept pulling Ling Mo until they reached a place where they could no longer hear any noise and stopped.

She didn’t know where they were. If it was a warehouse, then this warehouse was absurdly large; as far as the eye could see, it was just shelves. After running for so long, she hadn’t even seen a wall.

Perhaps this was the final stage the game provided for them, never intending to let them escape.

Xia Xinyan wasn’t planning to escape either; her original thought was just to find a safe place to rest for a while.

If a half-buried Old Taoist couldn’t even withstand Ling Mo’s all-out attack, she certainly didn’t think that single grenade could obliterate the iron-clad mechanical soldier. Even a few more wouldn’t be likely; that previous action was merely to delay its movements.

After all, Ling Mo certainly didn’t look good in his current state.

“Are you okay?” After stopping, she turned her head to look at Ling Mo.

Fortunately, although he was charred all over, his clothes miraculously remained undamaged, presumably to maintain some semblance of decency for the player. Otherwise, going from battle to nude would be quite inappropriate.

Just as his clothes were still intact, Ling Mo’s injuries had reached their limit. Before he could respond to Xia Xinyan’s words, he collapsed straight into her arms.

Xia Xinyan gasped in a hurry, laying Ling Mo down and caring little for his battlefield limited skin. She leaned in and kissed him.

The succubus’s healing ability had a direct interaction feature — like kissing or blood-sucking. As the one doing the healing, she could perceive the opponent’s injuries and know precisely how long it would take to heal him. Otherwise, as a doctor, she would often be more clueless than the patient.

Right now, she could feel that Ling Mo was severely injured; the flames had nearly burned his limbs to cinders. If it weren’t for his exceptionally strong life force, he would have turned into a roast long ago.

Such injuries were already difficult for Xia Xinyan, even as a succubus, to heal — as far as time is concerned.

However, during the healing process, she felt somewhat puzzled.

Previously, when she was on top of Ling Mo, he seemed genuinely weak, but when she healed him just now, she didn’t sense he had any serious injuries. It was only when a fat guy interrupted that she hadn’t thought much of it; now that she thought back, it was somewhat odd.

Could it be that she couldn’t perceive injuries to the soul?

But thinking this way reminded her of that time in the Vegetable Market, when Ling Mo was covered in sword wounds, looking quite terrifying, yet when she healed him, she sensed that he wasn’t severely injured…

Hmm…

She understood.

Perhaps it was that the zombie physiology was different from humans?

After all, she hadn’t healed anyone besides Ling Mo and had no other point of reference…

This kiss lasted a long time.

So long that it felt less like a kiss and more like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Until she barely restored Ling Mo’s ability to move, a beam of light suddenly shone down upon them.

Xia Xinyan instinctively looked up, while all the steel rods on the surrounding shelves flew up, aiming at the light source.

Everything was almost instantaneously completed, and this sudden scene made the voice in the light source scream, “Whoa, whoa! Calm down, calm down! It’s me, it’s me! Zhang Dayi!”

The fat guy was currently holding a goblin flashlight, looking shocked.

Not to mention the steel rods around him that were itching to unleash chaos, he really wanted to ask why he kept running into the two of them in such compromising situations!

He certainly didn’t mean to be a light bulb!