Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Run, run at top speed.

But no matter where they run, they seem to be discovered.

I wanted to open the door, but it seemed that none of the doors next to it could be opened.

The greedy customer, having reached his limit, finally let go of what he was holding and said with a forced smile, "Um, I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore!"

The guard in front of him had a cold expression on his face and swung his blade forward with great force.

"Pop-up, I choose pop-up!"

The greedy guest vanished from the spot, the small items hidden in his pockets jingling and falling to the ground.

Behind every closed door in the corridor, there was at least one guest with ulterior motives, but none of them came out to help.

The guard glanced around the corridor and left.

[The first one]

[With the arrival of Counting Hero, I can watch with peace of mind now]

[This won't do. It popped out in one hit. I thought it could last a little longer.]

[Then switch the perspective to Xie Yong's team; I think they might be able to pull it off.]

Adjust the viewing angle?

Yinyin keenly noticed this term and began searching in the live stream room, and sure enough, she found the channel to select the perspective.

She didn't choose Xie Yong immediately, but randomly clicked on a few channels to check the situation before finally clicking on Xie Yong's perspective.

Right now, Xie Yong and the other two are gathered in the small reception room of the suite, discussing something.

“Dealing with these guards one by one would be easy, but they all come in groups, which is a bit tricky,” the fat man said, stroking his chin. “It’s a pity we don’t have any storage space, otherwise we wouldn’t be having such a headache.”

“Even if we had it, it wouldn’t be of any use,” Yan’er had completely calmed down by now. “This dungeon has sealed off our teleportation abilities, so how could it possibly leave you any room for maneuver?”

"That's true," Old Fatty sighed, looking at the small vase on the table in the reception room as if it were some rare treasure, yet he dared not touch it, his heart itching with desire.

"Boss, what kind of book is this? It's really extravagant! Even this vase on the table can withstand at least five stray bullets. What kind of amazing things must be displayed outside, or even inside the main castle?"

"Don't use detection techniques," Xie Yong reminded him. "If you don't know you're surrounded by treasure, you'll be more composed."

"Acquiring these treasures is certainly important, but it's not worth it if the cost is too high."

"Life is the most important thing; all other treasures are just external possessions. Don't forget, that captain of the guard hasn't even made a move yet, and there are definitely other people in the castle whose strength we don't know."

Although Yan'er and Lao Pang were both a little itchy, they still nodded.

Xie Yong believed their statement: "Then go back and rest, get plenty of rest, because the real battle will be fought before we leave the castle tomorrow."

Old Fatty and Yan'er, who thought Xie Yong was going to give up, were immediately intrigued. Without him urging them, they said goodbye to each other and went straight back to their respective rooms.

There were quite a few angry comments on the screen, saying that Xie Yong and his group were cowards.

After reading it, Yin Yin felt that Xie Yong's choice was right. They couldn't even get out, so why bother causing trouble at this time? Wasn't that just a waste of effort?

Yinyin yawned, exited the live stream, clicked on some other things casually, and then decided to take a break.

But just before she closed the app, she saw a familiar face in a live stream replay.

It's stylist Sister Yang.

After watching for a while, Yin Yin understood why Sister Yang was so sleepy during the day; it turned out she had been randomly assigned to a post-apocalyptic world overrun by zombies.

The reason why Sister Yang was chosen for the cover is simple: she's ruthless.

Although on the surface she appears to be a gentle and kind newcomer, watching the replay and selecting the solo cut reveals that when faced with danger, she pushed many people to feed the zombies in her place.

In the final group of a hundred people, although she wasn't the one who survived to the end, she was the one who directly or indirectly harmed the most people.

It's remarkable that she could still work so absentmindedly on set today.

Yinyin clicked on the comments next to her, and the first one was: "[If you didn't know, who would know she's a newbie? Many veterans aren't as ruthless as her!]"

The replies below read, "[Isn't that bad? Just one incident, and her soul has turned so dark. It's clear she wasn't always so innocent.]"

[Second Brother is right. I checked her resume, and wow, this woman was a fugitive. No wonder she was so ruthless.]

what?

Yinyin's eyes widened in surprise.

She looked at the "resume" mentioned on the third floor and clicked on it, and was shocked. The stylist, Sister Yang, was actually the culprit in a family massacre in a small town, and apart from her surname, her name and appearance were no longer similar to what they used to be.

No wonder she's so good at makeup and styling.

Yinyin thought for a moment, then went back and looked at the resumes of the people in Xie Yong's broadcast room. She found that most of them had criminal records, and the few who didn't, judging from their experiences of receiving the invitations, were mostly victims of deliberate harm.

Of the latter group, apart from some whose personalities changed drastically, most of the remaining people, although their souls were tainted or turned gray to some extent, still retained a certain degree of brightness.

Yinyin turned off her phone, lost in thought.

It seems that to survive long in zero degrees, besides life and the number of times you can be ejected, the soul is even more important.

Even if the soul endures long enough, it doesn't mean that the huge gap in combat strength can be completely ignored.

After all, zombie scenarios or role-playing scenarios where only one person can survive are not easy to get through.

It is known that Zero Degrees loves dark souls the most, because they are delicious food.

So where do these souls, which were not tainted but used up all their ejection attempts and lost their lives, go?

Yinyin rubbed her temples, feeling that she really didn't align with this game.

In the first half of this life, I spent my time on academics and acting, but I rarely had my mind working at such a high speed like this.

The key is that after the rotation in reality, it continues to rotate in the game.

With so many questions unanswered and the known original plot focusing too much on the highlights of Xie Yong and his team without delving into other aspects, Yin Yin now has no choice but to unravel the mystery herself.

Yinyin lay there for a while before finally drifting off to sleep; it was already late at night.

On the high tower, the magic array used for soundproofing and protection was operating dutifully, while the annex was bustling with activity once again.

Xie Yong and his group weren't the only ones randomly pulled into this instance. They decided to rest first, and naturally, others wanted to take advantage of the late night when people were most tired and asleep the most to make their move.

Several doors in the corridor opened silently, and the people who came out did not all belong to the same team. They nodded to each other and then went their separate ways.

Their division of labor was clear: some people searched for suitable items in the annex, while others left the annex and headed towards the main castle.

These people's actions violated the rules, and the guards quickly appeared.

Those who went to the main castle did not leave immediately. Instead, they waited until there was movement in the annex, saw the guards' tacit cooperation, and realized that the defenses outside had become weak. Only then did they smile triumphantly and cover each other as they reached the main castle.

They originally intended to exit through the side door, but to their surprise, the side door, which they had clearly seen during the day, had vanished.

This made everyone even more vigilant.

However, having come this far, going back would only lead to them running into the guards, so they naturally had no choice but to press on.

There are no side doors, the main castle is too tall and has no windows, and it doesn't even have the waste disposal pipes that other main castles should have. So, the only way to get in is through the main gate.

After confirming that there were few guards in the courtyard, the squad simultaneously rushed towards the main gate of the castle.

When they were just a few meters away from the gate, they suddenly all stopped.

At the entrance, the head guard, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, stood up and slowly drew a sword from his hand, which was inlaid with several gems and looked like a mere decoration.