Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

Rules of the Death Maze game: You pass the level when you reach the exit.

Eight players are now in the world of ghosts, and the Death Maze is the testing location for trainees who are ghosts, 33 in total.

Their mission is to hunt down humans lurking in the maze and take the player's head.

This is a game of chicken, whoever survives is the winner.

Eagle: Ghost

Chicken: Player

After all, no matter from which perspective, the physical fitness of ghosts is not a little different from that of humans.

But the real difficulty lies here...

"In the Death Maze, you can also create ghosts that are exactly the same as the eight players, and their combat power is also completely replicated."

Wang Zi paused and looked back at Zeng Jiandong who was explaining, with a strange dark light in his eyes.

Zeng Jiandong came back to his senses and suddenly put his arms around his shoulders.

"Don't look at me like that! I'm a human being! A living person!"

Wang Zi raised his eyebrows and looked away.

Of course he knew, after all, everything around him was within his sight.

only……

"You said... the other teams probably don't know this rule, right?"

Zeng Jiandong shook his head. "They definitely don't know. This rule isn't on the rules card. It's only in the description of the card I drew."

He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, speechless, "And even if I told them, they wouldn't believe it..."

Hearing this, Wang Zi smiled.

It seems evil, but also so faint that it cannot be seen clearly.

"Oh, that's so fun..."

The perfect replica of 'Wang Zigui' should be just like the system puppet, with the same IQ and combat power...

It's their fault.

"Fun?"

Zeng Jiandong was shocked and grimaced.

"If we encounter the player with the strongest fighting power in the team, we will be in real trouble!"

Wang Zi rubbed his forehead sleepily and let out a breath.

"Didn't you say that player ghosts wouldn't go looking for their own copies?"

"Yup!"

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Isn’t he, Wang Zi, the one with the strongest fighting power?

Zeng Jiandong had a sad face and sighed. In short, he just had a sullen face. "Think about that Lu Mao who asked you to team up before. She looked like she was really good at fighting! What if her copy of you shows up..."

As Wang Zi listened, he slowly looked past him and interrupted him expressionlessly.

"Here, I come to your door."

Zeng Jiandong was stunned for a second and then stopped talking. He turned around abruptly, his eyes bigger than copper bells.

In the field of vision, across the not-so-spacious dark corridor, stood a woman. The dim light outlined her graceful figure, and her long hair was tied up.

She stood there, staring at Wang Zi and the other man, her bloodless face looking eerie and creepy.

Looking at the ground again, I found that this "person" had no shadow.

"Xu Bai."

She spoke, and her voice came faintly from the opposite side and into Zeng Jiandong's ears.

His legs went limp and he fell against the stone wall.

Wang Zi glanced at Zeng Jiandong, then looked at Lu Mao and responded.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

Lu Mao smiled and walked over with his long legs.

Each step was accompanied by loud footsteps that echoed in the corridor. Such ordinary sounds now sounded like a death threat, frightening Zeng Jiandong to the point of almost fainting.

"Why are you here? Are you in trouble?"

Although her face was pale, her expression and even her demeanor were exactly the same as her original form. Coupled with the dim lighting, the 'Lu Mao' at this moment was exactly the same as Lu Mao.

"Well, I encountered some trouble."

Wang Zi ignored Zeng Jiandong's look for help and continued answering.

"Shall we go together then?"

'Lu Mao' smiled brightly, as if he was really happy.

Wang Zi nodded indifferently.

"Row."

Zeng Jiandong, died.