But now...
Facing Ah Miao, Zheng Zai felt embarrassed. He didn't want this woman to know he was a monster.
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The clock struck twelve.
Wen Xishu, Ling Fu, Ling Chen, Lang Haidu, and Yue Yun along with Xiaojin were already in front of the mural, waiting for new clues.
When the new numbers appeared, everyone was surprised.
In the corner of the mural, the person holding the sign raised it again, and this time—
The number of jars had become 60.
"In the next twenty-four hours... we need to open sixty jars?" Lang Haidu looked at Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu said:
"I'm afraid so. Let's go, there are no other changes in the mural for now. This means that the second day isn't too bad yet, with the only variable being the number of jars."
Everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts. If it was thirty jars a day, it felt like slowly boiling a frog in warm water...
But sixty jars, it was foreseeable that after everyone woke up and opened the jars... more people would die.
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