In the city with few living people, the free-flowing wind seemed to have stopped. Wen Shi met the host's smiling eyes, flicked his wrist, and threw the dice high.
"No!" Zhou Lulu's eyes were about to burst.
There is not much distance left. If a number above two is thrown out, the consequences will be disastrous.
The focus of filming and attention, including the program crew, was all on the players, and no one noticed that the little scarecrow flew directly above the dice not far away.
A strange liquid dripped silently onto the surface of the dice. It was not as transparent as tears and its color was slightly darker... It was the source of contamination.
After the tea party, Jian Qingrong used the blood he exchanged with A Sang to achieve a new round of evolution of the pollution sources in his body. In the past, he could only control organisms containing pollution sources, but now he has developed to control dead objects to a small extent.
Jian Qingrong gouged out one of his eyes to accompany Wen Shi, while his main body was still undergoing continuous upgrades in the sanatorium. His short-term goal was to use pollution sources to achieve large-scale control of objects.
This was exactly what Wen Shi had told him to do in the skyscraper before, asking him to control the number of points on the dice in the last section of the distance, the smaller the better.
Gurgle.
The dice fell to the ground with a thud, spinning more frequently than before, and rolled several times before stopping.
At this moment, the player's heartbeat almost stopped.
"Yes." The host leaned over to take a look. Unlike the players' joy, he said with regret, "What a shame! If there were two more points, we could have left the mirage."
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Even when he was blown into the sky, he was still looking forward to it. Now he couldn't wait to interview Wen Shi: "Mr. Aaron, what made you choose to roll the dice at this time? What is your principle of loving your life even if you die?"
Wen Shi brought the program crew and the audience a frustrating journey back in time, from which they still haven't recovered.
"Call me kiss."
The host was stunned.
Wen Shi could actually still laugh at this time, his voice sinister yet gentle: "Your father has a principle in life, he hates being forced to make a choice."
Ignoring the host's subsequent tricky questions, he turned around and got into the car without saying a word.
There was a suffocating silence in the carriage.
No one questioned Wen Shi because it was meaningless; no one asked him in the hope that he had a solution. Their every move was being watched by the audience, so even if they had a solution, they couldn't tell anyone.
The only thing we can do is to use this time to think hard about countermeasures.
However, as the distance shortened, the countless possibilities in my mind were overturned. No matter from which angle I looked at it, this was a dead end.
The host excitedly said to the drone camera following the descent: "Which side will stop first? Viewers can continue to participate in the prize-winning guessing game on the official website~"
The despair in the player's expression had faded, but his tense muscles betrayed his anxious mood.
In addition to the middle-aged woman guarding the door, there was an elite man in a suit sitting in the front row near the driver's seat. He sat upright, with some graying at the temples. The man did not look at the water curtain, probably because he did not want to create psychological pressure on the other party by making eye contact.
Like him, the only one who was not looking at the water curtain at this moment was Ji Yuanzhi.
Ah Sang was the youngest, followed by a girl about the same age as Liu Yuan. The girl looked at the black cloth on Tian Wanling's head with surprise and distress. When their eyes met, she forced herself to suppress her anxiety and mouthed "It's okay".
Because her biological mother passed away early, Tian Wanling had a bad relationship with her family and only had one friend who she had played with since childhood.
The other party is still so young and has a happy family. If something unexpected happens to him, how can his parents bear the pain of losing their loved one, not to mention that the accident happened because of him.
The host, eager to watch the fun, asked, "The family member listed in this guest's profile didn't show up. Was it your friend who showed up?"
Tian Wanling clenched her fingers tightly.
The host's words stabbed her heart like a knife. She was like a
The candidates knew that they should not pay attention to the invigilator who was walking around, but they simply could not ignore him completely.
After a while, she murmured nervously: "I can't..."
When her eyes swept across the dice placed aside by the program team, Tian Wanling's eyes flickered and her breathing became heavier, as if she had finally made a decision.
With the help of the speed-boosting item, she suddenly dodged past!
Even faster than her was a slender cat tail, which tightly wrapped around Tian Wanling's wrist. Wen Shi hadn't known when to use his body transformation again. He was half a head taller than Tian Wanling, and as he looked down from above, the gleam in his cat-like eyes was exceptionally cold. "What do you want to do?"
Tian Wanling didn't say anything. Everyone knew what she wanted to do: destroy the dice.
Let their hearse remain in the mirage forever.
"One life, one death. It's been a dead end since we entered." Tian Wanling said hoarsely, "Don't you think about that child? Wouldn't he be sad to see you moving forward without hesitation?"
Wen Shi asked back: "Will it?"
Tian Wanling subconsciously looked at the water curtain. A Sang was holding the bowl. He had been very happy since he saw Wen Shi, and was still smiling foolishly.
In the atmosphere of confrontation, Sun Geng came over to smooth things over and said in a very low voice: "Maybe there is still hope. For example, that child who can even kill ghosts is obviously not a normal living person."
"But he's not dead either." Tian Wanling said coldly.
Tian Wanling's perception of soul containers is quite strong. She can find that the scarecrow's soul and body are not consistent. Of course, she can also feel that A Sang's soul is different from that of a ghost and does not have the smell of rotten dead things.
In fact, Ji Yuanzhi had confirmed this on the first day. He shook hands with A Sang, and the latter's pulse was abnormally slow, but this was different from having no pulse at all.
When the atmosphere was extremely tense, Sun Geng gritted his teeth and said, "Let's wait until the train arrives to see the situation first."
Tian Wanling tried to raise her hands hanging by her side to attack several times, but finally turned around abruptly.
The host was disappointed that no fight broke out.
There was no fight, but the conflict intensified. Tian Wanling walked over to Liu Yun and said, "He doesn't care about the child, but you can't not care about your sister."
It is obvious that they want to form cliques and get people to join and destroy the dice.
Liu Yun frowned, but before she could say anything, she saw a very small rag doll pop out from Tian Wanling's collar. She mouthed, "Do you have a cat?"
The topic jumped too quickly, Liu Yun was stunned, and then nodded.
The rag doll's mouth continued to open and close: "When does a cat lift its tail?"
"..." That's a lot. Feeling safe, liking someone, and patrolling territory. Liu Yun subconsciously glanced at Wen Shi and noticed that the young man's tail was actually erect the entire time, even moving slightly in a certain direction. Her throat moved, and Okita Wanling shook her head, implying that no matter which of the above situations applied, none of them fit.
So it is inexplicable why the other party has its tail raised?
They were all lost in thought and stopped communicating.
The hearse was not moving very fast, but it was like teleporting. Before any more intense conflict broke out in the carriage, it quickly arrived at the next stop.
As the host said, it is a mixture of truth and falsehood. The wind speed and motion sickness felt when racing are real, but in reality, a journey of several hours can be shortened to a few minutes, which is magical.
No one can be sure whether the friends and relatives in the water curtain are real or fake, and there is no way for them to confirm.
The real difficulty lies in the fact that betting on your own life and death is different from betting on people you care about. It is not a decision that can be made on a whim.
The 6,720 mark is the safe zone.
This time, Wen Shi didn't get off the car completely. With his other foot still on the step, he threw the dice out directly.
The people behind didn't even have time to react before the dice stopped at one.
The hearse starts up again almost seamlessly, maintaining a slow speed, intentionally giving the players time to intensify the conflict.
The host sat sideways on a seat covered with broken glass, his hands resting on the back of the chair, smiling.
Fei Xiao said: "Actually, you are all pretending to be good people and letting Mr. Aaron be the bad guy, right? I really want the hearse to stop, otherwise it won't be so peaceful now."
He's right, players can take more violent measures.
Most people have not taken action until now because they still have a trace of rationality and think that Pei Wenwei has other reasons.
But the string couldn't hold out for much longer. If it were to be thrown again, the hearse would return to its starting point, no matter where it stopped. No one spoke, but their peripheral vision was focused on the dice. They couldn't let the dice continue rolling.
Ten minutes later, the hearse slowly stopped.
Everyone held their breath, and the moment Wen Shi stood up, the fight was about to break out!
The host couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the skyrocketing ratings.
But this time, Wen Shi did not reach out to take the dice. He looked down intently and saw a familiar skull pattern on the side of the road.
After a two-second pause, Wen Shi said in a hoarse voice, "There is a mission."
The slightly relaxed voice made people suddenly realize that this young man was not as relaxed and fearless as he looked.
Wen Shi was the first to get off the bus. His slightly thin shoulders seemed to be carrying a heavy mountain, and countless pressures were pouring down like a mountain torrent.
White fingers grasped one end of the gift ribbon. This time the skull was in the form of a gift box. He pulled it slightly, and the box automatically popped open the moment the bow fell off.
"Hehehe!"
A funny and scary clown popped out, emitting a series of shrill laughs, which scared everyone.
Tian Wanling looked at Wen Shi who was standing in the front row, lowered her eyes, and a more intense confusion than before flashed in her eyes.
She seemed to understand the other party's raised tail meaning, but she didn't know whether she should gamble with the safety of important people. As of now, the probability of success of that method was less than 20%.
When he took a step back, he bumped into Liu Yun, who said calmly, "Haven't you noticed that it's always Pei Wenwei who opens the boxes?"
Opening a gift box is risky because who knows what is inside, even if it is a seemingly harmless gift box made of love.
When no one is paying attention, someone has already taken on a lot.
"What if, what if we fail after doing that?" Tian Wanling asked in a low voice.
"Then blame him." Liu Yun said sarcastically, "At least you are alive and there is someone to blame."
Tian Wanling was silent.
The host exaggerated every word he said, but there was only one sentence he said without using that sharp, spectacle-watching tone.
He ridiculed the players for pretending to be good guys and letting Pei Wenwei be the bad guy.
Perhaps the host was right; subconsciously, no one can guarantee that they haven't harbored a trace of selfish thoughts. The worst-case scenario for losing a game after someone else's move is that they can still escape alive and then angrily criticize the player for selfishly rolling the dice to save their own lives.
The clown opened his bright red mouth, replacing the system notification sound to announce a task: "Have you heard of the story of a tit-for-tat? After discovering the conspiracy of your paired guests, your relationship has been severely damaged, even to the point of wanting to die. Please unleash your revenge! Kill all your paired guests within twenty minutes. For every paired guest who survives after the time is up, you will retreat one hundred square kilometers! Note: Paired guests may appear in three places: Yoyo Cafe, Jin Cancan Department Store, and Xiaohua Music Store."
The host tutted his words, "It sounds like it could delay everyone's decision-making, but wouldn't this delay just add more pain?"
Wen Shi ignored his sarcasm and analyzed the task carefully. "The paired guests are scattered in different places, but we can't rule out the possibility that they are working together and want to wait and see. Yoyo Cafe is the closest to us, so let's not split up and go there to explore."
This is the safest way to carry out the mission, no one objects.
The Yoyo Cafe is right on the road that the players passed earlier. Although they were on a mission, everyone was a little absent-minded, as if they were still struggling in the vortex of choice between life and death. The drone took close-up photos of the players' painful expressions.
The camera was damaged in the artillery bombardment, so there was nothing exciting in this segment. The production crew, like before, stayed by the hearse.
When they were two hundred meters away from the cafe, the paired guests inside seemed to notice something and suddenly jumped out and ran across the street.
Wen Shi and others quickly caught up.
Both sides were very fast. The paired guest calmly led the people to the area where the department store was located. He was just a bait. There was an ambush there, and even several large traps were set up on the ground in advance.
Seeing that they were getting very close to the trap area, the paired guests made a final sprint as if they were injected with chicken blood, and they were completely unaware that the pace behind them had slowed down.
"Now!"
Wen Shi stopped abruptly.
Someone else was even faster. A silver whip, whirling with gusts of wind, flew skyward, its tail encircling the drone's wing. Liu Yun yanked it downwards. Tian Wanling simultaneously released a rag doll, latching onto the tumbling drone.
Previously, Wenshi's tail was always held high, with the tail end slightly bent, and there was only a drone in that direction.
Liu Yun decided to take a gamble - to hit wherever the tail pointed.
Shoot down the drone first!
Wen Shi's cat tail also entangled one of the drones, and as the drone tried to escape, the propellers stirred the cat's tail, causing blood to drip. He showed no sign of letting up. The scarecrow dove straight down, and a drop of pollution fell into its large eyeball. Using the pollution source as a link, the eyeball tried to forcibly slow the drone down, but its current control ability was still weak, so it could only share a limited amount of pressure.
Even though they didn't know their plan, Sun Geng and Zhou Lulu subconsciously followed to stop the last drone and destroy it at all costs.
The paired guest who was running for his life was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw chaos behind him.
What's going on? Why not kill him?
Wen Shi was shaking with pain. He glanced at the street corner and saw that the first person rushing over was the host.
The wandering corpses' heavenly sounds are indiscriminate attacks, so Wen Shi didn't dare to use them to slow down, so this task fell on Ji Yuanzhi.
Seeing that they were about to destroy the machine, the host's expression changed in an instant and the speed increased again.
When it was almost in front of the player, the world in front of the host turned upside down. A dozen identical people appeared inexplicably, and there were mirrors everywhere. It was so dazzling that people could not tell the real from the fake.
Ji Yuanzhi shouted sternly, "Quick!"
The [Hallucination] skill can only be used against special NPCs for a maximum of fifteen seconds.
Wen Shi gritted his teeth. His points were less than 5,000, otherwise he would have defeated the opponent with one sword.
Release the old ghost from the ghost box: "Kill it down, or we will all die here."
Wen Shi endured the pain of almost having his tail cut off and forcibly pulled the drone down a bit.
The program crew's drone is different from the one in reality. It is not the kind of thing that can be shot down easily. After the distance was shortened, the old man ghost pounced on it but failed to completely suppress it. Instead, several marks were left on his bones. The creaking sound was ten times more harsh than the scratching of fingernails on the smooth surface of a board. The ghost's strength is somewhat more durable than that of a human. His humerus and radius and ulna exerted force at the same time, and the propeller was horribly bent.
Two drones crashed in succession. When the host woke up, he saw the last drone crash right in front of him.
The propeller, stained with tail blood, moved for a few seconds before crashing into the lawn, with wisps of black smoke rising from the fuselage.
He almost threw himself over, refusing to accept reality and shouting for staff to come and repair it.
The staff member went forward to check and shook his head.
"The latest model the station bought can't possibly break so easily!" The host grabbed his collar and said, "Let me take a closer look."
The staff pursed their lips and said, "The flight battery and controller are broken, and we don't have any replacement parts."
In addition, the damage to the body of the phone was too severe and the camera was shattered, leaving no room for repair.
For the first time, the host's face lost expression, there was no anger, and his eyes lost focus.
The ratings had finally started to rise, and it should have been the time for the show to turn the tide, but now it's all gone.
Without the live broadcast equipment, the show couldn't go on. It was foreseeable that CCTV would fire him, and the show he had poured years of effort into would be ruined in an instant.
Wen Shi has been hinting that the purpose of destroying the drone is obvious. The copy is called "Crazy Love Season", to put it bluntly, it is just a show.
The importance of these things can be seen from the fact that after falling into the mirage, the host checked his equipment immediately without regard for his own safety.
Under normal circumstances, the players would have no chance of destroying all the filming equipment under the staff's noses, but after the camera was blown up, they were given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - no troublesome cameramen following them, and the whole process was filmed by drones. Now that the program can't be recorded, everything is meaningless.
Wen Shi is trying to violently destroy the copy mechanism.
This is something that players can see, but they also understand that the possibility of success is too low.
How could a copy be so easily destroyed? Apart from anything else, there was a major problem right before his eyes.
The host hung his head and stood up trembling like a puppet. No one dared to offend him. Even the staff could not help but take two steps back.
"Anyone who disrupts the recording of the show deserves to die."
The sissy is just a character that the audience likes in romance variety shows. He has shed the image of a pretty boy. There is a vicious look in his eyes and eyebrows. His muscles bulge under his burnt suit, and a terrible murderous intent bursts out from his whole body.
Sun Geng retreated to Wen Shi's side, swallowed his saliva, and said uncertainly: "You should have a backup plan, right?"
If not, they would probably have died here.
"I..."
Wen Shi didn't have time to speak. A shadow flashed before his eyes, and he instinctively dodged, but he was still two seconds too late. Blood splattered, and a hideous gash appeared near his collarbone. If it weren't for his agility and the scarecrow protecting the vital part, the carotid artery in his neck would have been punctured.
Half of the scarecrow's wings were cut off, and in front of it, the host was holding a broken propeller, one end of which was stained with warm blood.
Everyone had forgotten that the host could actually be quite fast. On the night of the Earl's killing spree, he was the only NPC to run more than twenty miles. If Ji Yuanzhi hadn't been held back by his hallucinogenic abilities, the player wouldn't have been able to successfully destroy the drone.
Wen Shi's tail was tangled in blood from the propeller, and now his shoulder was also injured, his body covered in bloodstains. He covered the wound on his shoulder with one hand and laughed out loud: "A show about breaking up a relationship, and you really treat it like a treasure."
The players all retreated three meters.
It's not that they are disloyal, everyone is risking their lives together, but someone is too brave and dares to provoke the host at this time.
They can die, but they don't want to die in a very ugly way.
Simply destroying the equipment will not be enough to break the deadlock violently.
Wen Shi knew this better than anyone else. Destroying the equipment was just a fulcrum to overturn the chessboard.
Any copy has basic settings. For example, the core of Castle Night is that the castle owner is looking for the most beautiful bride, and this most beautiful bride is a portrait created by him personally. To put it bluntly, it is a drama in which she escapes and he chases her and she cannot escape even with wings. On this basis, the game has designed various tasks.
So when Xie Tangyan appeared and the owner of the castle fell in love with someone else, the entire copy collapsed instantly.
The key to finding the foundation for building a copy is to discover the obsession of key NPCs.
[Castle Night] is about finding the most beautiful bride.
[Crazy Love Season] is undoubtedly the host's madness for his work. He is the initiator of all blind date game segments and is equivalent to a mouth substitute for the game tasks.
Even Jian Qingrong was shocked by his unyielding work attitude.
Overturning the chessboard is not to destroy their obsession, that is to seek death.
What Wen Shi needs to do is to shift the obsession, overturn the original setting in a more gentle way, and encourage the NPC to deviate from the established plot.
"I've heard of Dr. Frank.
"Is it the hospital?" He asked with a slight sense of certainty.
Firstly, the background character introductions are straight out of a TV series, with Frank Hospital mentioned throughout, suggesting a close connection between the dungeons. Secondly, a place that can trigger a 3S dungeon, even with an S-level dungeon as its precondition, is incredibly well-known. From the major companies, it's clear that Frank has branches in numerous dungeons, and their longevity and breadth of operations are beyond imagination.
Since it is also an S-level copy and the host is working in the media, it is very likely that the host knows about it.
There was finally a slight change in his stiff and horrified expression, which meant that Wen Shi had aroused his curiosity.
A letter was handed over. Wen Shi's hands were covered in blood, but strangely, the surface of the old envelope was not stained with his blood at all.
[Thank you letter] from the patient.
After the auction, the system issued a letter of thanks proving that he was a professional doctor at Frank Hospital.
"I'm from Frank Hospital. This hospital is filled with dark secrets beyond your imagination. Even if you uncover even the tip of the iceberg, I guarantee you and your team will become famous." Wen Shi enunciated each word clearly and calmly, yet with an indescribable allure. "Why don't you try to investigate?"
It was useless to just make big promises. Wen Shi offered a reassurance: "I can give you firsthand information about Frank Hospital. If you bring it back to the main station, they will definitely not fire you for such newsworthy information."
This job is equivalent to the host's life, and his breathing tightened slightly.
Several seconds passed, each one stretching as long as a century. Finally, the host spoke again: "The top brass at the central station won't want to provoke that behemoth."
"They can use this evidence to their advantage," Wen Shi said with a smile. "At least you don't have to worry about being fired."
The players watching from behind were stunned. Tian Wanling asked Liu Yun, "Do you know what he's talking about?"
Liu Yun sees the essence through the phenomenon: "They are asking a dating host to be a legal reporter."
At this moment, Wen Shi's voice suddenly turned cold, much more forceful than before: "Even if the headquarters doesn't want you, I can ask Patient You to help smooth things over. He has power and influence."
Lies should always be told last so that they appear more real.
Wen Shi was just throwing in another chip and playing the game, but he had no idea whether it would be of any use.
However, he didn't expect that it was this thank-you letter that made the host put aside many of his concerns.
Travel patients.
A name without even a specific name, in the eyes of NPCs, is like a universal currency symbol, automatically transforming into the same person.
The host's fingers tightly grasped the edge of the envelope: "You actually know the wealthy businessman You."
This time it was Wen Shi's turn to be confused: "You... a wealthy businessman?"
The staff member interjected, "He was the one who bought the overseas rights to our show."
The host was overwhelmed as he read the thank-you letter: "I never thought that Mr. You, who failed in his business two years ago, would have such wealth now."
Wen Shi's mouth twitched. I'm so sorry. It might go bankrupt again this time.
Adjusting his expression, Wen Shi's eyes flickered: "Do you know why I want to destroy the equipment?"
The host's anger rose again at the mention of equipment, but Wen Shi took the initiative to change the subject: "After discovering the filthiness of Frank Hospital, I wrote a letter of complaint."
The host was stunned.
"It's stupid, isn't it? I clearly have a bright future, and I clearly know the consequences of writing this letter," Wen Shi laughed at himself, "but I still wrote it, because I love my profession and must have professional ethics."
The four words "professional ethics" carry a thousand pounds of weight when they come out of his mouth.
Wen Shi looked at the host steadily and said, "I always put the interests of others before myself when doing things. Who do you think was responsible for destroying the equipment today?"
The host was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously continued, "For... me?"
"Yes!" A pair of cats and mandarin ducks' eyes were full of sincerity: "I am in your
I see the same perseverance in them, and they are willing to take responsibility for their work to the end no matter what they encounter."
Wen Shi took out a handkerchief like a magic trick.
When the host said she wanted to be Wen Shi's matching guest, she disliked him so much that she successfully held his hand through a handkerchief.
"This handkerchief is covered in makeup, and you're trying so hard to portray yourself as someone the audience will love," Wen Shi whispered. "What's the result? If the station boss says you're going to die, you're going to die. If they say you're fired, you're going to pack up and leave, because you haven't become indispensable."
"...but if you're going to expose the truth, you're indispensable, because..."
The host subconsciously responded: "Because you only provide me with evidence."
Wen Shi nodded heavily.
In the back, a group of players were stunned.
Is he an Ouroboros? This is a complete logical reversal and a complete substitution of concepts!
Seeing that the host had been brainwashed, Tian Wanling felt a sense of revenge: "Idiot, Pei Wenwei is doing this so that everyone can pass."
The NPCs couldn't hear what the players were saying about the dungeon, so she didn't try to lower her voice too much.
Zhou Lulu nodded: "I didn't expect Pei Wenwei to be willing to reveal so much information."
As a veteran player, she had guessed a little bit. What the other party said was related to the 3S instance. Zhou Lulu couldn't help but sigh, "The host has regained his sanity. He could have whispered something to the other party in private, but he was willing to selflessly leak important information to us. Why did he..."
Why do you trust others so easily?
Tian Wanling smiled bitterly, "We're certainly no match for him in this regard. It's the same with shooting down drones. He raises his tail to give a hint. He believes everyone will see the clues, and he believes everyone will work together to attack."
Sun Geng, a man, was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.
Here it comes.
Ji Yuanzhi pushed the frame of the camera, and a familiar scene came to mind: everyone thought Pei Wenwei was doing this for them.
The most shocking thing is the scarecrow.
Soon after Wen Shi left the sanatorium, he obtained new samples of pollution sources, which helped him and the workers of the large factory improve their physical fitness, and also found help in dealing with Frank Hospital.
Every word he said before leaving was fulfilled.
For their bright future, Wen Shi made a big move!
Under the clear sky, there was only clarity in the young man's eyes, without any cat's cunning, as if he was always so sincere.
He returned the handkerchief to the host and smiled faintly: "Dear, are you willing to make a career change?"
The only time he used the word "darling" without any sarcasm, as if they were comrades who had fought side by side for many years.
No matter who it is, it would be impossible to convince the host quickly under the same conditions.
But it is ok when warm.
His image as a saintly father in the time travel, his fearlessness in taking the initiative to open the gift box during the dice rolling session, and his willingness to play the bad guy and bear the consequences of the dice rolling, all accumulated events make it impossible for people to doubt that he had any selfish motives in exposing Frank Hospital.
Otherwise, why would a doctor with such a bright future leave his hometown?
"I..." The host moved his mouth several times under the other party's encouraging eyes.
"Leave the dating show and expose Frank's true story. Whether you succeed or fail, the whole world will see your report. You will go down in history!" Wen Shi said firmly, "Everything is for work."
The word "work" is the best catalyst. The host's eyes gradually became firm, and he actually ignored who ruined his previous job.
"I do."
The moment the words came out of his mouth, he faintly heard a cracking sound, and some shackles in his mind were collapsing. The host half-crouched down, and the suffocating feeling made him open his mouth wide to breathe, like a dying goldfish, his chest heaving violently.
From railroad tracks to bridges to skyscrapers, when players look at them with their naked eyes, every brick and tile in the mirage turns into countless mosaics.
The mirage is collapsing!
As a tiny speck of dust, they had nowhere to run and could only watch the buildings disappear.
What players are most concerned about is the water curtain.
However, the water curtain was also shaking violently, and the countless ripples made the image blurry, making it impossible to see the situation over there clearly.
They had seen many grand scenes in the game, such as waterfalls flowing backwards and snow mountains collapsing... but this was the first time they had felt this way, that every particle in the air was decomposing and the whole world was being destroyed.
Tian Wanling had a head injury and the worst sense of balance. She fell directly to the ground and swayed while speaking incoherently: "Yes, did it collapse?"
Everyone was trying to find a way to keep their footing, but anything they could hold onto seemed to be disappearing. Someone replied, "Nonsense."
If this isn't a crash, then what is?
Tian Wanling was confused and muttered to herself, "Why did it collapse?"
When making the first choice, everyone wanted the copy to crash, but when it actually crashed, they were stunned.
Wen Shi spoke intermittently amidst the earthquake, "First, find a fulcrum to see if there are any key items that should be destroyed easily, such as the camera... I decided to jump into the coffin because I wanted to... see if that thing would break..."
"Secondly, we need to find the key person. Shaking their faith is too difficult. We need to divert their attention..."
The world's will seemed to be angry, with lightning and thunder in the sky.
Lightning flashed across his face, and Wen Shi continued, "I can only demonstrate each instance once. Everyone... have you learned it?"
Everyone is crying without tears, can you teach them something good? !
Anyone can see that he said these things at this critical juncture because the revenge game was using life and death to test human nature, and if he wasn't happy with the game, then neither would he be happy.
As the culprit of all this, the craziest one was the calmest at this moment. Facing the copy that was collapsing like a sand table, Wen Shi looked up at the sky and slowly uttered four words: "Let me out."
He was too lazy to guess what was true or false, or whether it was a mirage.
There is also the gate of life and death. He just stands here, not going through any door, waiting for the game to let him out.