Godly Empress Doctor

“Yes, that’s right —”

Feng Xun smacked his head and went to look for the staircase.

Feng Wu knew why Ranmil’s team was deemed the Chosen Team. For instance, on their side, the staircase was right there in the open and they could just climb it.

Whereas for the Survival Team, they needed to first find the staircase that could lead them to the next level.

In her team, Feng Wu could only depend on herself, Feng Xun, and Xuan Yi. As for Jun Linyun, she would call it a blessing if he didn’t bring them even more trouble.

She simply ignored Dugu Yamo, Feng Sang, and Feng Yiran.

Just then —

“Ah!”

Someone shrieked at that moment.

Feng Wu turned around with a frown and saw that Feng Sang was standing by the wall with a dagger over her head.

It had a very thin blade.

The dagger was about 10cm long and glinted faintly in the dim light.

It was quite creepy.

Where did that come from? Feng Wu frowned and had a bad feeling.

By then, Feng Xun and the others had come back.

“Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, we’ve searched everywhere. There are no stairs.”

Feng Wu looked at Xuan Yi.

Xuan Yi silently shook his head as well.

Feng Wu then turned to Jun Linyun.

Jun Linyun shook his head. “There’s nothing, my goddess. Is it possible that there are no stairs at all?”

Feng Yiran spoke first.

“Stop trying. You won’t find anything.”

His face was full of despair as he leaned against the wall. He had given up.

Everyone looked at him.

Feng Yiran smiled bitterly. “Didn’t you notice? The hall was split in half, and the Chosen Team was on the side with the stairs. We have nothing on our side. How are we going to find it?”

Feng Yiran’s words silenced everyone.

Yes, how were they supposed to find something that wasn’t there?

“Do you have no hope at all?” Feng Xun frowned.

Feng Sang smiled wryly. “Didn’t we lose all hope the moment we were assigned to this team?”

“So, you’re going to give up just like that?” Feng Wu glanced at them.

Dugu Yamo smirked. “Or what? Are you going to get us out of here?”

Feng Xun stared at her. “What’s with that attitude?”

Dugu Yamo was half-crazy by then, and she stared back at the young lord. “What attitude? We’re going to die. Why should I care?”

“We’re going to die? Says who?” Feng Wu was as calm as usual.

“Hahaha, are you going to save us all? You can’t be that delusional!” Dugu Yamo guffawed.

“What if I can?” Feng Wu glanced at her.

“If you can —” Dugu Yamo cut her wrist open with a dagger. Blood splashed everywhere.

That must hurt a lot… Feng Sang frowned.

Dugu Yamo stared at Feng Wu, moved closer, and whispered, “If you can get me out of here, I swear that my life is yours from now on!”