Mutual Redemption with the Villainous Boss [Infinite] - Chapter 28

He Fanghui released Yu Jiayi’s hand and summoned two weapons, signaling them to hide. “Get back!” she commanded.

Immediately after, she lashed out with her whip, entangling the monster’s right arm.

The blood monster was fast and incredibly strong; it grabbed one end of He Fanghui’s whip and yanked it violently toward the sky, lifting her entire body into the air.

She flipped mid-air and landed steadily with one hand braced against the ground, retracting the whip into her hand. During the maneuver, she used her other hand to hurl a dagger.

Zhu Ci’s gun had finally finished its three-hour cooldown. She circled behind the blood monster and fired two shots into its flesh.

The deafening roar of the gun enraged the creature. It let out a guttural howl, stomped the ground, and spun around rapidly, swinging a massive palm at Zhu Ci.

She barely managed to dodge, rolling across the ground and sustaining several scrapes.

“Let me handle this, get out of the way!”

He Fanghui stepped in front of her, raising her right hand high as she lashed out again with a steel whip.

This was an SR-rank weapon she had obtained in a previous dungeon: the Infinite Steel Whip. It could extend to great lengths, and with this strike, it constricted tightly around the blood monster’s neck.

With her eyebrows arched, He Fanghui looked enchantingly beautiful even without makeup. Her long, wavy hair, tied in a ponytail, danced in the air as she repositioned herself—looking like a blooming black rose.

Her hands never stopped moving. She pulled and tugged, gradually tightening the whip and drawing herself closer to the monster. Suddenly, she stepped onto the steel cord and pressed down with all her weight!

The blood monster was jerked off balance. Stumbling, it crashed heavily to the ground.

She retracted the whip and stepped forward, raising her dagger. The blade glinted with a cold light.

But the strike hit nothing but air.

The blood monster had vanished. Zhu Ci propped herself up from the ground and shouted, “Behind you, He Fanghui!”

A heavy, cleaving sound echoed.

He Fanghui ducked and looked back; blood splattered across her face.

Chen Jian was panting heavily. On his back, Yu Jiayi held a pair of butterfly blades. With a rapid succession of two strikes, she had severed the blood monster’s right leg.

Had she been a second later, the monster would have surely crushed He Fanghui’s head under its foot.

“Don’t daze off, the danger isn’t over yet,” Yu Jiayi reminded her coldly, her expression returning to its usual indifference.

As He Fanghui prepared to stand, she noticed a flickering point of light on the spot where the monster had just been. She grabbed it—it was a prop card.

He Fanghui slapped the card onto her sleeve, and her screen flashed: [Death of the Robin] Dungeon Limited SR-Rank Enchantment Card — “Page-Turning Fairy Tale.”

“Yu Jiayi! Yu Jiayi! I got a limited card!” she shouted excitedly.

“Really? Then we aren’t far from leaving this dungeon.” Yu Jiayi gripped Chen Jian, telling him not to move. “Well done.”

Chen Jian was nearly out of strength. He frowned helplessly. “If everything’s okay, can you get down now?”

A knife flew through the air, whistling toward the blood monster’s descending palm. The watermelon knife embedded itself precisely into the gap, passing right between the three of them.

Zhu Ci’s right arm was still extended in a throwing posture. “Can we check the situation before we start chatting?”

The blood monster was now completely livid. It flicked the watermelon knife away—the blade hitting the ground stained with blood—and was about to attack again when a melodious song suddenly brushed against everyone’s minds, tugging at Zhu Ci’s heartstrings.

The Linnet, dressed in nun’s attire, stood in silent elegance. Her voice was ethereal and loud, just like the song of a true linnet from a fairy tale.

She walked gracefully toward the church, her steps light as lotus petals.

He Fanghui gripped the steel whip tight. The entire whip glowed momentarily before the light faded.

Limited Card Enchantment.

She resumed the struggle with the blood monster.

The Linnet stopped at the church entrance, not sparing a single glance at the fight.

Zhu Ci dashed forward to retrieve her watermelon knife, while He Fanghui activated the enchanted card. In the next second, she vanished from her spot.

She reappeared directly above the blood monster’s head.

Though she hadn’t quite processed the movement, her body acted faster than her mind. She swung her dagger, plunging it into the top of the monster’s head.

A large mass of thick, viscous blood was gouged out, landing on the nearby grass.

Task: Collect Blood — Completed.

Just as He Fanghui was about to retreat, she caught a glimpse of a dark red shadow rushing toward her face. Before she could use the enchantment card again, she twisted her body to dodge.

Despite her efforts, she was swatted away, flying over ten meters.

She had been too careless this time.

She hit the ground hard, clutching her chest. Blood leaked from the corner of her mouth, and her left shoulder hung at a disjointed angle.

Seeing the blood monster turn its sights back on Chen Jian and the others, Zhu Ci fired a shot to draw its attention, then dropped low to the ground to narrowly evade a strike.

Zhu Ci wasn’t as agile as Yu Jiayi; simply dodging was draining her stamina. She searched for a solution—the limited card only allowed He Fanghui to teleport. How could they stop the monster’s violent attacks and its powerful self-regeneration?

The monster’s limb grazed her hair again, but this time, it cut her cheek. Small droplets of blood beaded on her face.

The Linnet’s singing abruptly stopped.

The blood monster also jerked to a halt, making a mechanical clack-clack sound.

The Linnet opened her hands in a wide gesture, fingers pressed together, staring straight ahead. “In the presence of honored guests, one should know when to stop,” she said, her face as calm and expressionless as a stagnant pond.

“It is nearly four o’clock. The Chief Priest is coming. Return to your place.”

The blood monster continued to emit clicking sounds before vanishing instantly, just like before. Not a single trace of blood remained where it had stood.

Only the mass of thickened blood on the ground remained.

Zhu Ci wiped her face with the back of her hand, cleared away the blood, and ran over to check on He Fanghui’s injuries.

He Fanghui was struggling to breathe, her left shoulder drooping limply. She was weak, but the internal bleeding had stopped.

Yu Jiayi was placed on the grass. She reached out, felt He Fanghui’s left shoulder, and suddenly yanked it upward!

Accompanied by He Fanghui’s scream, the arm was popped back into place.

“Yu Jiayi! Could you give a warning before you do that?!”

“A warning would have made it hurt more.”

Now both of them needed to be carried. Chen Jian refused to carry He Fanghui; he picked up Yu Jiayi and walked toward the shadow of the church entrance, finding a chair for her to sit on.

This left He Fanghui and Zhu Ci staring at each other awkwardly.

“Carry me,” He Fanghui rasped, not being polite in the least.

Zhu Ci had no intention of doing so.

“The Chief Priest will arrive momentarily. Guests must wait outside; there is no need to move,” the Linnet said tonelessly.

Relieved she didn’t have to carry her, Zhu Ci dragged a chair out from inside the church for He Fanghui to sit on.

The bell tolled four times.

At 4:00 PM, the Lark and the Wren appeared, carrying a five-meter-long coffin. One at the front and one at the back, they carried it toward the grass in front of the church, looking as if it weighed nothing at all.

The coffin hit the ground with a heavy thud.

The Chief Priest followed behind, draped in a black veil, hands folded over his chest in a posture of piousness, walking with measured steps. He murmured long, tedious prayers in a language that was hard to decipher.

He Fanghui leaned her head back against the chair. She looked at Zhu Ci, who was sitting casually on the grass using a knife to cut away the blood-stained outer layer of her clothes.

“I really can’t hold on much longer,” He Fanghui said. “What was that card you used on Yu Jiayi earlier? Use it on me. I’m dying of pain.”

“No. I only have a few uses; I have to save them for a critical moment. You aren’t going to die yet,” Zhu Ci replied, rolling her eyes.

“But I’m hurting to death! Is there any benefit to you if I die?” He Fanghui untied her hair, letting the sweaty strands stick to her face as she fanned herself. “I think you’d love it if I died. You’re just waiting for me to die of pain.”

“If you died, that would be one thing. Unfortunately, you’re half-dead and very noisy,” Zhu Ci said, covering her ears.

The Linnet let out a sudden, short laugh.

The Lark and the Wren looked at her in surprise. She merely chuckled once, then stopped, returning to her expressionless face and shooting them a sharp glance. The two quickly looked away.

The Chief Priest continued his long chant. By the time the bell tolled five times, Ye Qingqing arrived, supporting Jiang He, followed by her three teammates.

“Miss Zhu, thanks to you, we managed to escape.” Jiang He’s leg appeared to be broken; he limped heavily, leaning on Ye Qingqing. “This time, our entire team owes you a favor.”

Ye Qingqing looked around. “Where are the people from that other team? Why hasn’t anyone else come?”

“They all turned into monsters,” He Fanghui said bluntly. The members of Ye Qingqing’s team felt a chill run down their spines.

“So… the theory that humans turn into RMs (Resident Monsters) is true?” Jiang He asked in disbelief.

Zhu Ci replied, “Yes. And I can’t summon Xiao Chuang no matter what I do. It clearly doesn’t want to answer for this.”

Everyone tried to summon the system guide, and when they realized they couldn’t, they were forced to face the truth.

One teammate asked, “But Xiao Chuang said before that RMs are just data. After we leave the dungeon and the next person enters, it refreshes. How could new RMs be added to a dungeon like this?”

“It wasn’t telling the truth. The true nature of RMs isn’t that simple.”

Zhu Ci thought back to the RMs she had encountered in various dungeons. None of them felt like emotionless data.

The group fell into a heavy silence. It was a difficult truth to swallow, and it was natural that they needed time to process it.

He Fanghui glanced at them and said, “The only thing that matters is getting out of the dungeon alive. Everything else isn’t our concern right now.”

“So, you can occasionally speak like a human,” Zhu Ci said with a faint smile.

He Fanghui gave a “tch” and went back to nursing her pain, ignoring her.

Ye Qingqing asked Zhu Ci more about what had happened and shared the difficulties her side had faced. Seeing this, Chen Jian brought Yu Jiayi over so everyone could consolidate their information.

After a moment of discussion, the Chief Priest stopped his chanting. All the NPCs fell silent.

A tall, irregularly shaped figure approached from the edge of the grass. The players all turned to look.

As the figure drew closer, the dim, cold light revealed a person. It was a woman with a powerful build, her wheat-colored skin covering solid muscle. Her simple cloth skirt fluttered in the wind.

She was carrying a massive clock, her footsteps thudding heavily on the grass. Finally, she slammed the clock down, embedding it into the soil.

The Chief Priest announced: “Guests, it is now 5:55 PM. The funeral is about to begin. Bullfinch, who shall toll the bell?”

“I shall. Farewell, Robin.”

She gripped the clapper hanging within the clock.

Dong— Dong— Dong— Dong— Dong— Dong—

The clock tolled six times.

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