Contracted Fierce Spirit, Enter the Dungeon

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[Newcomer Limited-Time Lucky Draw]
[Draw Rules:
1. Please offer one piece of body tissue or five steamed buns to participate in one draw.
2. One draw yields one card; rewards can be stacked, depending entirely on personal luck.]
[Draw Limit: Maximum of ten draws.]
[Rewards: Hidden Contract Ghost or Prop Card.]

Even reincarnation in the underworld requires a lottery system these days. Xu Si silently grumbled while decisively handing over fifty steamed buns.
A stack of cards immediately appeared in her hand. However, Xu Si could not distinguish what kind of cards they were, as every single one was completely blank.
She randomly pulled one out and tossed it forward.
A chilly breeze swept past, and a woman dressed in a qipao appeared before Xu Si.
She had a beautiful face, wore the most fashionable curls of the Republican era, possessed a curvaceous figure, and wore leather shoes.
"Click... clack..." the woman walked toward Xu Si.
Had it not been for the faint cracks visible on her face and her terrifyingly pitch-black pupils, one might have mistaken her for an ordinary person.

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Xu Si waved her hand in front of the woman and asked, "Oi, beauty, are you here to protect me?"
"Heh... little thing, do you have money? If you don't... I might just eat you!" the woman said with a sinister tone.
Xu Si didn't respond, thinking this ghost was just being overly dramatic.
She immediately took out a tray of steamed buns and threw it to the woman.
The woman looked at the steaming buns in disbelief, then looked up at Xu Si, her eyes filled with fanaticism.
Thinking she hadn't given enough, Xu Si pulled out another tray of buns and tossed it to her.
"Enough! Enough! My long-lost master, do you know how I've lived all these years? Master, wuwuwu..." The woman instantly turned into a drama queen, feigning weakness as she collapsed to the ground, wiping non-existent tears from the corner of her eyes with her right hand.
"What can you do? Can you protect me inside the instance?" Xu Si pressed her throbbing temple and asked.
"Master, my name is Seventeen. I will never deceive you. I can provide warnings of danger within the instance, though I cannot guarantee every warning is accurate. As for protecting you, please forgive your servant for her incompetence..."
Xu Si understood.
Seventeen was just a danger detector, the kind that relied only on intuition, and she might even drag you down sometimes.
Xu Si suddenly felt a severe headache. She had drawn a useless, non-offensive burden of a ghost...
Just as Seventeen was preparing to shower Xu Si with sycophantic praise, the surrounding environment began to distort.
Her body parts started falling off piece by piece, her waist folded ninety degrees, and her head passed between her legs.
With a "crack," she lifted her head.

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A trail of blood and tears flowed from her eyes, and her mouth split open to one hundred and eighty degrees as she gave a sinister laugh: "Master... hehehe... we are entering the instance now..."
[The eerie instance has arrived. Players, please prepare.]
Instance [Chang'e Does Not Fly to the Moon] has opened.
Instance Contamination Level: 5%
Number of Players: 1.
Xu Si looked around and found herself in a dilapidated room.
There was only a simple bed here, and the wooden windows were tightly shut, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night outside.
The door leading to the living room, however, was left slightly ajar.
She stepped forward to grasp the doorknob, hesitating to step out of the room, when she caught sight of sharp claw marks on the door, accompanied by traces of dried, ancient blood.
A sentence had been written there, but it had been forcefully scratched out:
[Whatever you do, do not let "Him" discover that you are a Chang'e who cannot ascend to immortality!]