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Chapter 72 The Killing Game (Part Two)
"As everyone knows, you are all sinners, and your current state is due to your improper conduct towards the upper classes."

"In order to regulate the lower classes around the world, our higher-ups specifically approved this variety show—the Killing Game."

"Those of the lower class who have committed misconduct are thrown into that dangerous restricted area in batches and the incident is broadcast live. It is said that this will help reduce the chances of the lower class committing crimes."

"And I am the host of this world-class variety show. You can call me Teacher Killer."

The woman in the pink shirt smiled even more brightly.

Gu Mian stared at his deathly pale face, feeling as if she had seen this kind of person somewhere before.

At this moment, the native next to Gu Mian shuddered violently. He struggled as if trying to stand up from the chair, but his hands and feet were tightly handcuffed to the chair, and he couldn't move at all.

"As for the game rules—since it's a variety show game, everyone should naturally try their best to please the audience."

"The audience doesn't like weak participants; they'd rather see you struggling desperately. If you perform well, you might get a chance to leave the forbidden area, provided you're still alive."

"Ah, our photographer seems to have arrived. Well then, I hereby announce that the 132nd Killing Game is about to begin... All participants, please prepare yourselves."

"In short, he just rambled on and on about a bunch of useless stuff," Gu Mian thought to herself.

After Mr. Killer finished speaking, he glanced back at the unclosed carriage door.

At this moment, another person walked in from outside the door. He was also deathly pale, and even his hair was slightly white, as if he had rolled his whole head in a flour jar.

Seeing the two pale-faced people standing together, Gu Mian finally remembered where she had seen this kind of person before—albino patients in her biology textbook.

Two people who appeared to have albinism stood together, whispering and discussing something.

Gu Mian's gaze swept over the two of them, and he guessed what the difference was between the upper and lower classes in this instance.

The faces of the upper class look as if they've been rolled in a flour jar.

The colors of the faces of the lower classes were varied.

For example, the guy next to Gu Mian, who was originally yellow with black skin, was now turning green, I don’t know if it was because he was scared.

It's noticeable that this host is different from the one in the previous instance.

In Gu Mian's mind, there are two types of instances: one is instances where NPCs know they are NPCs, such as Crazy Guessing Words and Hearse Driver Exam Center.

Another type is a copy of an NPC that doesn't know it's an NPC.

Judging from the host's description, they clearly belong to the second category.

Completely unaware that the world they are in is a dungeon, they happily divide themselves into upper and lower classes, creating this killing game for the upper class to enjoy.

While Gu Mian was still thinking, the photographer suddenly took out a metal box, which looked to be about twenty centimeters long.

He opened the metal box, and then a swarm of tiny insect-like things flew out. Gu Mian looked closely and realized that these were not insects at all, but high-tech products.

“Mini tracking camera, 360-degree panoramic photography, can synchronize the game screen of each participant in real time.” Mr. Killer glanced out the window as he said this: “It seems that we are not far from the forbidden area. Next, we will part ways, so…” Mr. Killer took a step back and opened his mouth slightly.

At this moment, Gu Mian also heard the second half of Mr. Killer's words. Although the voice was a little soft, he still heard it clearly.

"Welcome to the killing game, good luck."

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire car was suddenly plunged into darkness, and then Gu Mian heard screams from the others in the darkness.

In such a strange place, a sudden power outage would naturally cause most people to scream.

Even if the players don't shout, the natives in the instance participating in this game will.

Gu Mian also made two "ah ah" sounds, and then fell silent.

He had been thinking of trying to open the handcuffs, but before he could put his idea into practice, an even louder scream came from behind him.

The cries came in waves, and before Gu Mian could understand what was happening, the chair he was sitting on suddenly rose up.

"What is that?" Gu Mian looked down, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Not long after, he noticed that the floor of the carriage seemed to be tilting.

The floor behind them tilted down, and everyone sitting in their chairs slowly slid backward, about to slide out of the carriage through the back door. These broken chairs didn't seem to be fixed in place.

The car was still speeding forward when Gu Mian heard someone shout, followed by a "smack" sound, and then silence.

Not long after, it was Gu Mian's turn to make a "smack" sound.

Gu Mian slid out of the back door of the carriage, chair and all, and fell face-first into the dirt.

He lay on the ground and looked up, only to see that the car that had carried them earlier had already driven far away, leaving him only a smoking rear end.

At this point, the handcuffs and leg irons on the chair had been removed in a very humane manner.

Gu Mian dusted herself off and stood up: "Is this how you scatter the players? That's really violent. Couldn't you have just put a plane on us and dropped us down with a parachute?"

He slid out of the car through the back door, and his jacket was torn in one place.

Ignoring the large tear in her jacket, Gu Mian looked up and around.

It's nighttime now, and I guess everyone thinks it's more interesting to watch variety shows late at night, so that's why we're throwing them in at this time.

The people in this instance must be watching them like they're watching a monkey show.

As Gu Mian pondered this, she glanced at the mini camera that was following her.

Outside the forbidden area, Mr. Killer was facing a large camera: "Ah, the player being followed by camera number nine is looking at the screen."

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