"What the hell is this..."

Gong Qiying looked at this letter that was truly unexpected and tilted his head in puzzlement for a moment.

Although doing a head-tilt with the appearance of an animated corpse is not cute at all; it might even make people wonder if his head is going to fall off.

The White Blood Dungeon, it's one of the three dungeons I'm keeping an eye on, and it's the only one left that hasn't been beaten up yet. The City Lord is Irene, right?

Gong Qiying suddenly discovered he almost forgot the other party's name.

He vaguely remembers the White Blood Dungeon Lord Irene as someone who looks quite gloomy and depressed, like a vampire girl who would shut herself in her room all day long. Or more elegantly, a member of the Blood Clan.

The biggest impression he has of this person can be summed up in one word:

"Poor."

Gong Qiying shook the envelope he tossed aside, wanting to see if there was something else inside that he hadn't noticed before. It turns out there really was something.

It's a shell, about palm-sized, scribbled with "gift."

Gong Qiying blinked, he couldn't understand what this was about.

Irene specially wrote him a letter to borrow spiritual power, and even included a shell?

This thing isn't leftover from her fan scallop meal, is it?

And the part that Gong Qiying really wanted to ridicule is the content of the letter.

"Love from White Blood Dungeon? Isn't this the phrase I first used..."

Occasionally, some Dungeon Lords would write to Gong Qiying, asking about dungeon design ideas or something like that, and those he got along well with would chat casually at times. Since it was casual, there was no need to be too serious, so Gong Qiying's reply content was written as he pleased.

For example, the sentence "Love from XX Dungeon" was first used by him in the City Lord's letters, and it was evident that it's not a serious signature.

Later on, it somehow turned into a code or a phrase between some familiar acquaintances. Those who could write to him using this sentence were basically familiar.

"I don't remember having any communication with White Blood Dungeon."

Which means...

"Did Irene purposely write this to please me?"

She even investigated the wording I use when communicating with others!?

So what about that shell...

"Could it be she's trying to imitate Ganhai Dungeon's act of gifting me a shell back then, how does she even know about that?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt the other side was a Divine Man.

Does borrowing some money really require all this effort?

No, wait.

For normal people, there are many more direct ways to borrow money, way more straightforward than beating around the bush.

But for a Dungeon Lord who's long shut-in at home, mentally gloomy, extremely impoverished, and resents the rich?

The other side might have mental issues due to excessive spiritual pressure from lack of money.

Although Gong Qiying couldn't divine Irene's mental state like a fortune teller, it didn't hinder his realization that this was an opportunity.

This is a great chance to thoroughly investigate the White Blood Dungeon.

This poor, weak, and helpless White Blood Dungeon Lord, you wouldn't want to be viewed as an undercover agent assisting the Demon Clan while not having any spiritual power left to spend, right?

If you don't want that, then...

"Things have really escalated quickly."

Gong Qiying pulled back some neon-colored thoughts, got serious, and reexamined the letter.

To be honest, he never thought Irene would lose face to borrow money from him.

Aside from being poor, he basically has no other impression of Irene, you could say he doesn't understand her at all.

It's not his fault for not delving deeper into his task target; it's because Irene herself has never done anything noticeable.

Back when Sain Dungeon was first established at Scameroon, wasn't it immediately bombarded with exclusion from numerous local dungeons as soon as the news came out, with various invitations for death matches flooding towards Gong Qiying? Among them, Irene declared war the fastest.

Initially, Gong Qiying's idea was to go through them one by one by order of time, but later his thoughts mellowed out a bit, and he only dealt with Blast Flame Dungeon and Holy Light Dungeon. As for the other dungeons, those City Lords didn't give him the chance to fight; they themselves just disappeared.

"I remember it's over here."

Gong Qiying flipped through the previous records of various death match invitations on the City Lord Panel, finding the White Blood Dungeon only after a long search.

"White Blood Dungeon initially followed Holy Light Dungeon in sending me a request for a death match."

"After word got out that Blast Flame Dungeon had been sorted out by me, White Blood Dungeon changed the death match to a face-off."

"And after Holy Light Dungeon was taken down, White Blood Dungeon completely vanished."

Irene's thought process was very clear.

Gong Qiying showed a look of understanding, no wonder he was almost unaware of White Blood Dungeon, turns out it's because the other side never sent him face-off invites, how's he supposed to get familiar this way?

"Backed down quite quickly."

He remembered very clearly, after the news that Blast Flame Dungeon was defeated by him spread out, the local dungeons' opposition voices suddenly dropped, and when the most spirited Holy Light Dungeon was "executed," the opposing voices directly disappeared, at this moment, his list of face-off invitations was empty.