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A gaming helmet, it turns out, cannot replace a gaming pod.

The sole advantage of the gaming helmet is its convenience and portability.

“So it is,” Si Fuqing nodded slightly, “Does Ningning not have a spot?”

“Securing a spot is tough; one needs to pass the Alliance’s assessment for five consecutive years,” Jiang Changfeng shook his head. “Moreover, the game is too dangerous, and my father doesn’t want Ningning to get involved.” “Eternity” was a holographic game, but it differed from 3D games like “Oracle.”

Enemies made in the game could chase one into the real world.

This was especially true for those who walk on the edge of the knife.

“It is dangerous,” Si Fuqing’s expression grew a tad somber, “A small mistake could be fatal.”

“Fatal?” Jiang Changfeng frowned, “Although it simulates 100% pain, there are no real-world consequences after logging off.”

The holographic technology connects to the player’s nervous system, not their physical body.

Of course, there have been rare instances of emotional surges in the game causing direct neural damage and brain death.

But such cases were extremely rare.

If the gaming pod detects any abnormality in the player, it immediately disconnects the neural link.

“You haven’t played that mode,” Si Fuqing said flatly.

Jiang Changfeng couldn’t argue, “True.”

His account level was still only three stars, high enough to bring items out of the game.

The highest known level was six stars.

It was hard to imagine what benefits a six-star account could bring.

Jiang Changfeng’s eyes deepened, “You must be a six-star account, right?”

“Don’t ask, ask less, be less curious,” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “It’ll help you stay alive.”

As Jiang Changfeng was about to divulge more about the Miracle Doctor Alliance, he suddenly detected a faint scent.

His sense of smell was incredibly sharp; he perceived the aroma even from a distance from the tent.

For the first time, Jiang Changfeng felt incredulous, “Someone’s trying to drug you?”

Drugging the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, are they out of their minds?

And the quality of the drug was terribly poor.

Having tasted various herbs with his father since childhood, his body had developed antibodies, he just found the scent repulsive.

“Let’s wait and see who wants to play with me,” Si Fuqing nudged him,

“Pretend to faint.”

Jiang Changfeng: ‘

He braced himself, shutting his eyes, and forcing a faint at the tent’s entrance.

Si Fuqing wrapped herself in a sleeping bag, then slowly rolled to the innermost part.

Ten minutes later, Zuo Zonghe, confirming no movement, carefully made his way through the bushes to the outermost tent.

Next to the tent was Little Bails doghouse.

Little Bai lazily opened one eye, glanced at Zuo Zonghe, then closed it again.

Little Bails only hope was that the man carried some gold for it to nibble.

Zuo Zonghe also noticed the man collapsed at the entrance, clicking his tongue in his mind.

It seemed Si Fuqing indeed couldn’t keep still, daring to mingle with other stars late into the night while filming.

He assumed Jiang Changfeng, with his handsome and refined demeanor, was a star filming with Si Fuqing.

Zuo Zonghe ignored Jiang Changfeng and tiptoed into the wooden house.

The guide had informed him the drug was potent, rendering one unconscious upon inhalation, leaving no awareness.

He was looking forward to having his fun.

Zuo Zonghe hastened into the wooden house.

Swallowing hard, he reached out to pull at the sleeping bag around the girl.

But just as his hand was about to make contact, suddenly, a “snap” sound – his neck was gripped by a slender, porcelain-white hand.

Zuo Zonghe’s pupils dilated in shock, instinctively about to scream.

Yet no sound came out.

Si Fuqing had dislocated his jaw, smiling faintly, “I’ve told you, be quiet, don’t disturb others.”

“Caught already?” Jiang Changfeng walked in, “Who is this?” Seeing Jiang Changfeng, Zuo Zonghe’s mind ceased to function.

How could both of them be unharmed?!

Wasn’t the drug supposed to be potent?

And how did Si Fuqing manage to catch him again?

“From the Zuo family,” Si Fuqing’s fox-like eyes narrowed slightly. “So it was you next. I was just looking for you. You’ve delivered yourself to my doorstep, my luck has indeed improved significantly.”

Zuo Zonghe stared with wide eyes, “You, you…”

“Let’s go.” Si Fuqing, still gripping his throat, dragged him outside. “We’ll handle this at your place. It’s not suitable to act here.”

Jiang Changfeng nodded and led the way.

Si Fuqing followed him through numerous twists and turns, taking an hour to reach a small village.

This place was hard to find without a guide.

No wonder the Miracle Doctor Alliance was deemed non-existent by historians.

These people were masters of hiding.

“My parents and Ningning are asleep; there’s hardly anyone around here,”

Jiang Changfeng glanced around. “What do you plan to do with him?”

“First, have a little fun, then hand him over to the professionals,” Si Fuqing shrugged nonchalantly. “I am, after all, a law-abiding citizen.”

Jiang Changfeng: .

He didn’t believe he words.

“Passed out, just like that?” Si Fuqing looked at the unconscious Zuo Zonghe.

“Wake him up.”

Jiang Changfeng, with a stoic expression, resorted to brute force to rouse Zuo Zonghe.

Upon waking, Zuo Zonghe was about to scream again, but this time Jiang Changfeng kept him under control.

The silence was broken by the ring of a cell phone.

Caller ID: Zuo Xianyu.

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow and answered.

“Brother, is everything done?” Zuo Xianyu’s voice came through. “Remember what I told you, inquire about the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand. My position has been temporarily taken over by Zuo Yuanlin; we can’t let the Zuo Corporation fall into their hands.”

“The Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand is our only chance to connect with the Yu and

MO families. You must pay attention.”

Si Fuqing listened intently, then spoke calmly, “Don’t worry, little sister. Send a reporter over quickly. She’s out cold, a perfect opportunity.”

“I’ve got some leads on the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand too, still investigating.

I’ll inform you immediately once I have news.”

The male voice flowed smoothly from her, without a hint of hesitation.

Jiang Changfeng abruptly looked up.

Zuo Zonghe was even more shocked, “You…!”

How could she mimic his voice so perfectly?Just who is Si Fuqing?!

Zuo Xianyu, now reassured and oblivious to anything amiss, “I’ve already arranged for the reporter. She’ll be there early in the morning. But that show is live; she can’t avoid it.”

She was waiting for Si Fuqing’s downfall.

“Looking for the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand?” Si Fuqing hung up the phone and thoughtfully asked, “Do you want me to help you find them?”

“You?” In his immense fear, Zuo Zonghe still maintained a disdainful attitude. “Do you even know who the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand is? You say you can find them? Don’t talk big.”

Jiang Changfeng fixed his gaze on him: “You drugged the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, daring to do what even the Miracle Doctor Alliance wouldn’t..”