It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xiao Huai and Lu Qian entered a new space, and the corridor seemed to have no end.

Countless rules are engraved on the walls and windows, and every word carries an invisible pressure.

Don't stare at your own shadow at night for more than three seconds. After the third second, it will no longer belong to you.

[If you receive a blank review at night, do not open it. Any rating will result in a curse.]

【You have no right to refuse the death game. 】

[Death games can help you achieve freedom, please value their evaluation.]

[You cannot have sympathy for others. Sympathy for others will only kill yourself.]

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There are so many rules that it is impossible to remember them all. If these rules are true, then even breathing here could be fatal.

"What the hell is this... There are so many rules. Even in ancient times there weren't so many rules."

Lu Qian couldn't help but complain.

Even Lu Qian couldn't help but sigh. He then asked, "Xiao Huai, do you have so many rules in the game now?"

Xiao Huai shook his head, "I didn't find it."

Even if we find it, there is only one rule, not so many rules.

Not finding it doesn’t mean you are safe. On the contrary, those who know the truth are safer.

Lu Qian nodded gently: "Then you have to be very careful. Hiss, this kind of game copy is worse than the battle royale. If you suddenly break the taboo rules, it would be even more terrifying."

Outside the window, the sky was still shrouded in endless darkness, like a thick fog that could never be dispelled. Xiao Huai and Lu Qian continued to walk in this seemingly endless corridor.

"Huh? There's someone here." Lu Qian suddenly became alert.

After all, this is the world of the dead, and you have to be wary of any human-like creatures.

The air gradually became cold and biting, and their figures were looming.

Xiao Huai raised his head and saw two familiar faces.

One was the old man who was walking towards us at that time, and the other was the woman selling umbrellas.

Only this time, they were dressed differently.

The old man was wearing a neat teacher's suit.

Xu Xiaoyu was wearing a school uniform and had her student ID card on her.

Xu Xiaoyu was holding a textbook and talking to an old man in the corridor. The topic was about the new teacher in the school.

"Teacher, is there a new teacher in our school today?" Xu Xiaoyu said with a smile.

The old man nodded: "Yes."

"So what's his name? What subject does he teach? Will he participate in our death game?"

"His name is Li Qinghe, and he's a psychologist. He doesn't teach you, but he occasionally goes to class to teach you some psychology knowledge. As for the Death Game, I don't know."

As he finished speaking, Xiao Huai noticed that as a man walked over, the light around him became brighter and was stained with a light orange glow.

Xiao Huai's gaze instantly locked onto the young man - his deep brown eyes exuded a tranquility, as if he saw through everything, and the black notebook in his hand was particularly eye-catching.

The first name that came to his mind was Li Qinghe.

Lu Qian also looked at Li Qinghe several more times.

His eyes suddenly widened, "Damn...it couldn't be him."

"Who?"

"The Weaver."

Xiao Huai frowned and saw that the notebook was densely filled with various rules.

He raised his hand and gently crossed out a rule.

The two looked behind them and saw that the corresponding inscriptions on the wall began to slowly disappear, as if they had never existed.

After seeing this scene, Lu Qian became more determined in his thoughts.

"The Weaver, he's a legend, and he's not very popular these days. I don't know much about him, I've only seen rumors about him on the forums. I took a closer look at him because I thought his ability was interesting."

The Weaver is his most famous nickname on the forum. He owns a black notebook that he carries with him wherever he goes.

From the moment he entered the game, all the rules of the game appeared on his notebook.

He would edit and modify various rules like a programmer.

He is a person with no desires and no demands. He has always been a big shot who has been idling in the first five levels of dungeons, but no one knows why he later started to appear in high-level games.

His existence should have been brilliant and dazzling, but he disappeared at the height of his fame, and his legend was gradually regarded as fiction.

Xiao Huai couldn't help but frown, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Why would a person who has no desires walk towards danger?

Li Qinghe casually erased a rule, and the orange light outside the window became brighter and brighter, as if reflecting his figure.

Xiao Huai followed him. He wanted to see what attracted Li Qinghe, became his motivation, and even caused his death.

Lu Qian noticed the emotions in Xiao Huai's eyes and understood what he wanted to do. He immediately armed himself and followed Xiao Huai to prevent any sneak attacks.

Xiao Huai followed Li Qinghe into the classroom. The door was gently pushed open and Li Qinghe stood at the door. Xiao Huai and Lu Qian stopped unconsciously and scanned the space.

The scene in the classroom was chilling.

There were a few big blood-red words written on the blackboard.

Game of Death.

The oppressive feeling in the room was like the tide of the night, slowly rising up.

A pale-faced student stood on the podium, trembling as he recited the rules. His voice was weak but echoed throughout the classroom: "Only students who score 90 points or above can be granted three days of freedom."

He pointed at the blackboard, and the words were full of despair and oppression.

In the back row of seats sat a group of humanoids with huge eyes, their gazes as sharp as knives, fixed on the stage and staring at the students.

As Li Qinghe entered the classroom, the head teacher said with a look of despair, "Everyone is here, let the performance begin."

The word he used was performance.

The ten students whose names were called were forced to stand in front of the podium. Their expressions were tense, and their faces were full of fear and panic, but this fear was of no use because the rules had been set and they had nowhere to escape.

The students on the stage picked up their weapons. Some were blunt instruments, some were sharp knives, and some only had an iron rod. Although the weapons were simple, their goal was very clear - to kill the other party.

There was a heavy sense of oppression in the air, as if every breath was filled with the smell of blood.

There was no rules to the game. The students bit and hacked each other, using every possible way to hurt each other, and blood splattered on the podium and the floor.

Each blow was accompanied by screams and terrible roars, but the big-eyed humanoids sitting in the back row had cold eyes and observed it all without any concern.

They seemed to be appreciating a cruel drama, with the pens in their hands constantly moving across the score sheet. Every movement and every blow was recorded and became the standard for their scoring.

Until the end, the few remaining students on the podium were dying, lying in a pool of blood, gasping for breath.

Those people slowly stood up, waved their hands, announced the end of the game, and then handed the score sheet in their hands to the class teacher.

The head teacher glanced coldly at the children who were almost dying and said calmly, "Their performance is acceptable. Congratulations on your three days of freedom."