Take a deep breath and breathe again. Guest.013 uses his own cultivation to stubbornly calm down his desire to get angry, and then he walked towards the large army that was hiding from afar.

When everyone saw him coming, their body was instinctively tense. Even though they knew that according to the plot of the story, they should enter that strange game next. The attack could be paused, but the fear of being suffocated was still like a shadow.

guest.013 is far away and feels that kind of group fear and alertness. When he thinks that this is the effect he has caused, the pleasure comes uncontrollably, which makes up for his anger at this level of weird rules.

guest.013 Like others to be afraid of him. The more he is afraid, the more excited he is. And this fear comes from his quiet pressure, fury and so on. It is too ugly and does not conform to his style of dealing with others.

He also hates physical contact. Unless he pounces on like he did just now, he can only do it himself, otherwise he will try his best to avoid melee combat. He will feel uncomfortable when he touches those dirty passers-by.

Create a vacuum field, allowing you to slowly suffocate yourself, quiet and perfect.

【Announce the rules of the game.】

A semi-command mechanical tone in the ear came a second urging.

guest.013 The annoyance flashed between the eyebrows, but when I thought about what I heard in the previous prompt, I felt that it was not so unbearable to cooperate with the evil taste of the owl system.

The previous prompt clearly tells him that when the game starts, he can enter free time again. He can do whatever he wants and attack whatever he wants, and will never be forced to interrupt again until all the level breakers die or pass the level.

After struggling for so long, I finally waited for what he really wanted, which made guest.013's voice sound gentle and nice.

"Don't be afraid, the first stage of the attack ends here," he stood six or seven meters in front of everyone, and he felt a little sympathy and did not approach again to put psychological pressure on the prey. "Next I want to play a game with you..."

The people who passed the level did not want the men who were in the perspective of God, but the words they said were really unbearable. So when the men of the bathrobe announced the name of the game, their lips moved slightly, and silently recited them word by word, and the seven words that the men of the bathrobe spit out were taken by the seven words—

"If you can't find the exit, you will die."

guest.013 thought that he would harvest a group of pale faces when he said the game name, but the other person looked calm and muttered, and the key rhythm and rhythm were consistent with his words.

If "If you can't find the exit, die" is regarded as a death curse, his current feeling is that about thirty people on the other side are silently chanting together and bounce back this thing back.

guest.013 tightened his bathrobe in the cold wind. A third urging came from his ear. He temporarily put aside these thoughts of being unexplained and began to perform the explanation task.

"The game's venue is in the upper half of the castle, which is the 5-8th floor. After the game starts, I will launch an indiscriminate attack on you. Don't fantasize that I will stop halfway or show mercy. The only way to survive is to find the exit from the game's venue before being killed by me..."

"I know that each of you has an ancient castle map on your hands. From the map, you can find every door, every window, and every road of the castle..."

"No matter what kind of passage, as long as it can reach the game venue, it may become an exit. But among these, only the only one is the real [Shengmen], and only it can lead you to escape from the heaven of birth."

guest.013 raised his head, his cold eyes passed through the lens, and looked at a window above the castle.

"Now, follow the ladder that was laid down there and back to the game venue."

Everyone didn't have to follow his gaze to see, and they knew that the window was located on the seventh floor of the castle, with a soft ladder lying down from the window and hanging down to the ground.

Because at the first time they left the vacuum field, they scanned the outer wall of the castle in advance based on the known plot.

But seeing that the men in the bathrobe were so serious, they didn't cooperate, so they turned their heads together and pretended to search for a while before locking the soft ladder outside the wall.

This feeling of being in it and they always overlooking the "battlefield sand table" is really a bit dark and pleasant.

Relying on being far away from the man in the bathrobe, the fat man in the deepest voice: "I really love God's perspective that spoils out in advance."

Zheng Luozhu put on his shoulder, looked up at the window with him, and sighed in a low voice: "You may have forgotten that God also said that there are murderers in the window."

The fatter and fatter: "…"

"Why are you still standing still?" guest.013 urged, "Climb quickly. Don't worry, I will attack."

Thirty-nine passers-by: “…”

This is a damn heart!

There was a murderer in front and a man in bathrobe behind, and everyone was in a dilemma.

They are crawling in the plot, but when the plot really becomes a reality, who will fall into the trap when he knows that he is hiding from the murderer in the window?

Anyway, men in the bathrobe will attack if they do not climb, so why do they still follow the plot trajectory?

Entering the castle from another door, then back to the 5-8th floor, or simply climbing into other windows, there is always...

"bite--"

In the quiet dark night, a sudden prompt sound sounded, breaking the fantasies of the level-breakers.

: Please go back to the upper half of the castle along the soft ladder and enter the game venue within fifteen minutes. Otherwise, it will be considered as a failure in passing and will be dealt with.

Countdown starts—

00:14:59

00:14:58…

However, everyone's sight is fixed on the word "process".

The scene that happened during the hourglass elevator hurt their nerves again. There was anger, sorrow, but more so powerlessness and despair.

They can't resist the level rules, and at least for the time being, they can't fight it at all.

The passers-by put down their arms one after another, looked up at the soft ladder again.

The level did not give them a chance to choose, climbing a ladder back to the castle was their only way. They also knew in their hearts that they would face their scalp sooner or later, because the murderer might kill you, but if the time came and the window was not in, the owl system would definitely kill you.

But no one wants to take the lead and be the first offering of the murderer.

00:14:00

00:13:59

00:13:58…

A minute has passed.

Still no one moved.

guest.013 originally wanted to wait until they started crawling before taking action, but after 60 seconds of night wind, only a group of guys who looked at each other and took root under their feet.

Because I didn’t attack, the opponent was not motivated to climb the ladder?

Or is there any new game ideas in the previous "Ding" prompt?

guest.013 cannot see the passerby, and does not want to ask for it on his own initiative, destroying his cold attitude, so he began to brew a new round of vacuum fields, intending to send these thirty-nine people a journey.

But before he could finish the preparation, a slender figure suddenly appeared among the cross-cutters on the opposite side. He walked out of the large army and went to the wreckage of the tree next to the castle that had been crushed by them before. He picked up a broken long branch. The diameter was slightly thinner than his wrist and more than one meter long. It was just right to hold it in his hand like a stick.

"I'll do it first." Holding the branches tightly, Tang Lin spoke quietly.

When he was picking up the branches, the people who broke through the barriers understood his intentions.

Because compared to the daggers, short swords and close-fitting weapons, branches or sticks that most people carry with them, long weapons that are wider than windows, they are more practical in the current situation - they can move forward to avoid the murderer, keep a safe distance from the other party, and retreat to block the window, temporarily block the murderer from rushing out, and give themselves time to escape.

There is nothing to be amazed at as a weapon. Anyone who is present can think of using his brain to use a long weapon.

But the only one who really came out and said "I'm the first one".

If he was the anxious temper of Cui Zhan from the Shishe or the monk from Donuts, and his passion and impulsiveness would be surging, it would be easier to understand. But he was one of the calmest people in the army.

There is only one possibility for such a person to stand up - he has thought it through and made the worst plan.

Tang Lin, who walked step by step to the soft ladder, had less inner drama than everyone behind him.

He only knew that time was not enough, so someone would always be the first to come out to try it out. If he crawled alone, he could lead the back. Otherwise, no one would move, and the likely result would be that he would drag it to the last few minutes before everyone would have to go.

However, thirty-nine people climbed the seventh floor of the castle, and even half of them could not finish it in a few minutes. Who would be willing to become the second half? At that time, what was terrifying was not the murderer, but the desire for survival between the passers-by.

Adjusting his breathing, Tang Lin grabbed the soft ladder with one hand and was about to step on it when the branch in the other hand was suddenly snatched from behind.

Tang Lin was stunned and was pushed away before he could turn around.

Fan Peiyang was confident and occupied the dove's nest. He had already climbed the soft ladder in the blink of an eye and was almost one meter away from the ground. He then held the branch and looked down at the bottom, symbolically informing him: "Weapon collection."

Tang Lin: “…”

Steal him on the runway and his branches!

Inspired by his own captain, he also started to pick branches. Nange was the fastest-eyed person and was the first to find the right person.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got it, Huo Xu snatched it away. Then he rushed to the soft ladder like a gust of wind, and rushed up in three steps and two steps, with a speed no less than Fan Peiyang.

Nan Ge stood there in a daze: "..."

If you are good at a child, you will learn bad things.

After a while, they all got on the ladder, Fan Peiyang and Huo Xu took the lead, Zheng Luozhu, Yue Pangpang was in the middle, Tang Lin and Nan Ge were in the end - who asked them to find weapons twice?

Among the remaining passers-by, some people were excited to find weapons and climb ladders; those who were walking on the road first were still waiting and watching.

Since Fan Peiyang started climbing, he didn't look down. He knew that he was his teammate behind him and who was following behind him, so he was not interested.

The focus now is that dark window.

Fan Peiyang narrowed his eyes gently, clamped the branches with his tiger's mouth, and climbed up quickly with his four fingers and half a palm.

Three, four, five, six…

The window is above the head.

Fan Peiyang walked through the gap in the soft ladder, pressed his body against the wall of the castle with one foot, and tried to use the angles of his body and window to capture the situation inside the window in advance.

But just as I saw a blurry black shadow in the window, the world suddenly became quiet.

The air and sound were deprived of again, and the vacuum realm was resurrected.

It was the man in the bathrobe who started attacking!
To be continued...