Their own abilities are already strong enough; ordinary traps can't do anything to them. If they also have a life-saving Bai Zhi (blank paper talisman), then the result is predictable.

This is also why Chen Xiaomeng harbored such deep resentment towards Jiang Cheng.

This bastard not only stole her clue newspaper in the first mission but also dug a pit for her in this mission, resulting in the waste of a precious life-saving talisman.

Putting himself in her shoes, if someone treated Jiang Cheng like this, the latter would definitely chase them to their home and dig up their ancestral坟 (fen, graves).

The fourth point is the brain waves that Fatty mentioned.

Jiang Cheng had been thinking about the formation mechanism of nightmares and the way they absorb players, and Fatty's words opened a new door for him.

A delicate, all-black recording pen was placed beside him, containing a conversation between him and a woman named Hu Yan.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The dialogue wasn't very clear, filled with strange noise.

What's even stranger is that the static-like noise only appeared when Hu Yan spoke, while his own voice was very clear in the recording.

.......

He didn't rest well at noon. To be more precise, he didn't fully fall asleep until the alarm he set on his phone went off.

The aftereffects of overusing his brain began to appear.

He'd had this problem for a long time.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

In a little while, the client he had arranged to meet would be arriving. He generally didn't use the term "patient" to refer to them. After all, for him, if these people were all healthy, he would be unemployed.

He always held a grateful heart towards these people.

Opening the door, he walked to the stairs in the living room, preparing to go downstairs. Unexpectedly, he ran into Fatty, who was holding clothes and walking up the stairs.

Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng's slightly pale face, immediately dropped his clothes, and stepped forward to ask with concern, "Doctor, what's wrong?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head without speaking.

Fatty seemed to understand something. The continuous missions must have affected the doctor's health. He looked at Jiang Cheng with concern in his eyes, "Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No need," Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, looking much more haggard, and his voice had lost its previous vigor, "I'll be fine after a rest."

Without saying a word, Fatty helped Jiang Cheng down the stairs and sat him down on the sofa.

Jiang Cheng looked very weak. When Fatty supported him, he could feel that Jiang Cheng didn't seem to have any strength, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

He had never seen the doctor like this before.

Jiang Cheng curled up on the sofa, and his beautiful eyes had lost their usual luster.

Fatty first poured Jiang Cheng a glass of hot water, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, ran back to the kitchen, making a "clanging" sound as if rummaging for something.

The moment Fatty disappeared from the edge of Jiang Cheng's field of vision, the latter immediately stopped shaking.

Not only did he stop shaking, but his face also became much rosier.

A pair of dark eyes shone with happy and blissful light.

All of this continued until a few minutes later, when Fatty hurried back with a bowl.

"Doctor," Fatty's distressed voice changed, "Quick, drink some brown sugar water. I heard that girls rely on it to keep themselves alive."

Jiang Cheng leaned weakly on the sofa, exuding a sense that although death was inevitable, he would still use his last breath to kick it in the ass.

"Cough, cough..." The weak Jiang Cheng coughed a few times, covering his mouth. He tried to avoid eye contact with Fatty, and his voice was very small.

Everything in front of him turned into the doctor being seriously injured in Fatty's eyes, and all of them were internal injuries. What moved him the most was the doctor's expression.

The doctor must be afraid that I would worry, that's why he's like this.

Fatty stubbornly thought, successfully moving himself.

After drinking the brown sugar water, Jiang Cheng gradually recovered a little, and his face also became rosy.

"Doctor, do you feel better?" Fatty asked, blinking his eyes.

"Thank you, Fatty," Jiang Cheng tried to move his body in a small range, and said as he moved, "I feel much better, and I'm not so cold anymore."

Fatty finally felt relieved.

In his mind, the best way to nourish the body was through food, so he asked Jiang Cheng what he wanted to eat for dinner, and he would go buy the ingredients.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a while, and said in a small voice, appearing very embarrassed, "Scallions with sea cucumber, braised prawns, dry pot duck head, spicy crayfish, braised bullfrog, Sichuan fragrant five-pepper chicken, salt and pepper..."

He swallowed, staring at Fatty's face, which had obviously changed, and whispered, "If possible, make a pork rib soup with cabbage. These dishes are too greasy, I'll drink some rib soup to relieve the greasiness."

Fatty calculated for a while, then stood up and said to Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, why don't we go to the hospital?"

In any case, Jiang Cheng had finally recovered a lot. Seeing his good appetite, Fatty felt relieved.

After talking with Jiang Cheng for a while, Fatty crossed his vegetable basket and prepared to go to the market to shop.

The last time, the boss who sold fish was a nice person. Fatty wanted to see if he could run into a fish that was about to die again.

This time, he planned to make a fish soup for Jiang Cheng to nourish his body.

But before he even reached the door, he heard "ti-ta ti-ta" footsteps coming from outside.

Then came the sound of knocking on the door.

"Knock knock knock!"

Jiang Cheng moved his body and said, "Come in."

The door opened very obediently, and then a very strange person walked in.

The person was covered in a white robe and wore a super-large pair of sunglasses, almost covering his entire face. If Fatty hadn't run into him in real life, he would have thought this person was sick or recording a short video.

Until...

"Doctor Jiang!" The person's very recognizable voice sounded, greeting Jiang Cheng, who was sitting upright on the sofa, enthusiastically.

Fatty immediately realized who he was.

Pi Ruan!

He had seen him before.

"Brother Fatty is here too!" The strangely dressed Pi Ruan greeted him with undiminished enthusiasm.

Fatty suddenly felt a little flattered.

But when he focused his gaze on Pi Ruan, a sincere and heartfelt grief couldn't help but emerge on his face: "Brother Pi Ruan," Fatty said sadly, "Are you dressed like this because your girlfriend died?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Jiang Cheng said, "This is the way they dress in Saudi Arabia. They are used to wearing robes all year round."

Fatty's face instantly became awkward when he realized he had said the wrong thing.

Pi Ruan was a rare good-tempered person. He laughed it off, saying that he couldn't blame Brother Fatty for not recognizing it. This wasn't a standard Arabian men's robe. A client gave it to him, but he thought it was ugly, so he asked a tailor to alter it. It might have had some local elements added to it.

This ice-breaking gesture instantly filled Fatty with goodwill towards Pi Ruan.

He felt that people really shouldn't be judged by their appearance. Don't look at this guy who looks like a traitor, nodding and bowing as soon as he came in, but he seemed to be a very easy-going person.

However, this goodwill only lasted until someone spoke—

"If his girlfriend died, he would have to wear all red." Jiang Cheng took a sip of brown sugar water and said very calmly.