Chapter 529: Disdain

About half an hour passed.

Han Fei's teammates: Tang Xiaotan, Li Xiaohai, and Neng Ningyuan, the three came out. The looks in their eyes as they looked at Han Fei were all a bit resentful.

It was very obvious that the middle-aged Han Fei had caused them no small amount of trouble.

As for the rest of the people, they either died in the Maze, or died in front of the Maze exit.

Simply because the Secret Room door on the third floor had already opened. The fate of the rest of the people went without saying.

However, with the existence of a multi-lives player like Jiang Zhe, the lies they established only involved themselves, such as: "If I obtain the Heart Cultivation Method, I will give it to your party," and the like.

It couldn't be: "If our party obtains the Heart Cultivation Method, we will give it to your party."

After all, Jiang Zhe had nine lives; he could choose not to abide by a Future Lie.

This kind of thing couldn't be kept hidden. As long as Han Fei heard them establish their respective Future Lies, he would know there was something fishy going on. They were all smart people; there was no need to bring humiliation upon themselves.

Tang Xiaotan: A clone Skill of a rare developmental direction. This Skill's effect could clone living clones of dead people, and these clones wouldn't remember how their True Form died.

Li Xiaohai: An Id Player. Naturally, there was no need to say much; immune to virtual elements.

Neng Ningyuan: His Skill surprisingly only had three characters, [Endless Night].

Chen Ran was startled when he heard this.

Sure enough, after Han Fei's explanation, Neng Ningyuan's Skill was of the deceleration type.

For those hit by it, the speed of their thoughts wouldn't change, but their physical speed would be reduced by ten times.

Looking comprehensively at Han Fei's Party, they had: Prohibition, Space, Deceleration, Cloning, Id.

These five types of Skills.

Encountering a virtual party, Li Xiaohai could be immune to Virtual Overlay or virtual people.

If someone wanted to snatch heads or items from them, there was Neng Ningyuan's deceleration Skill.

Encountering a party with very strong Skills like Chen Ran's, Han Fei could also prohibit Skills.

They could also let clones fight with players, while their True Forms hid in Hua Hu's void space.

It was simply a turtle shell party.

…

In the same stairwell, there were fifteen people quietly waiting. Among these fifteen people, there were two complete Five-Star parties, and the remaining five were survivors from the other two parties.

The Maze on the second floor was strong precisely because, no matter what Star Rating party you were, the difficulty you faced was actually the same.

For example, a Three-Star party, its members faced the strongest person in the party.

By the same logic: a Five-Star party, its members also faced the strongest person in the Five-Star party.

Therefore, it wasn't strange that there were Five-Star players dying in the Maze.

Very quickly, the third-floor Secret Room door opened.

The fifteen people walked in.

Bang!

The Secret Room door closed, and even the door disappeared. The fifteen people saw...

There were also fifteen people opposite them.

These thirty players drew their Liar-Slayers and pointed them at the ceiling without even thinking.

The Secret Room turned black. Gunshots were incessant, and various Skills emerged endlessly, rising and falling in succession.

Jiang Zhe silently counted in his heart. When he confirmed fifteen gunshots, he drew his gun: "Ghost Whisperer: Emperor's Seal of Reincarnation: Reverse the Future."

These few commands, someone was repeatedly shouting them. Anyway, commands didn't constitute lying, making it impossible to distinguish the sequence of the Skills.

After a long while, the commands stopped. When the Secret Room restored its light, everyone immediately scrutinized this Secret Room. Nothing had changed.

There were still thirty people, fifteen on the left side, and fifteen on the right side.

"No need to look, my Skill can break players' Skills," Jiang Zhe said.

"My Skill can prohibit players from using Skills," Han Fei added.

Everyone was startled and hurriedly summoned their Liar-Slayer panels. Sure enough, the font for the Skills and effects had all turned grey, and there was a countdown; they had been prohibited for half an hour.

But they weren't stupid either. The opposite side had also used a few Liar-Slayer Skills.

They had reason to suspect that those few Liar-Slayer Skills had been preserved.

But, they didn't find any Liar-Slayer Skill effects acting on themselves. Thus, they narrowed their eyes and looked at the fifteen people opposite them.

These fifteen people, their appearances were also the appearances they had seen before.

All thirty people were wearing Sunglasses, all scrutinizing each other. They really didn't discover anything.

Thus, they scrutinized the environment.

This was a Secret Room.

In the Secret Room, in front of the four walls, there was a desk. On the desks, there were paper and pens.

In the middle of the Secret Room, there was something similar to a lottery drawing machine from the last century. Inside, there were also only four lottery balls, numbered: 1, 2, 3, 4.

Other than this, there was nothing else in the Secret Room. Very obviously, this was to have the thirty people nominate four representatives to draw lots.

Then, based on the numbers, sit in front of the corresponding desk and write down something.

"I was a novel author when I was alive," Chen Ran said to the fourteen people behind him, and then unceremoniously walked to the middle and started drawing lots.

Very quickly, a lottery ball rolled onto the tray. Taking a look, it was actually: Number 4.

Thus, holding Number 4, he walked to desk Number 4, which was on the left side, and sat down.

Han Fei cast a surprised glance at Chen Ran, and said with a strange expression: "When I was alive, I was a..."

"Screenwriter!"

Saying this, he also walked to the middle and started drawing lots. Ball Number 3 fell.

He took ball Number 3 and sat in front of desk Number 3, which was on the right side.

Picking up the pen, he found that he couldn't write text on the paper. He figured he should have to wait until all the remaining numbers were drawn before he could write.

Chen Ran slowly raised a middle finger at him.

Han Fei similarly raised a middle finger at Chen Ran.

Ling Yu glanced left and right, helplessly stepped out of the crowd, and said: "I was a journalist when I was alive."

Thus, he also came to the middle and started drawing lots. Ball Number 2 fell.

The moment the journalist appeared, Han Fei and Ling Yu exchanged a glance and raised their middle fingers at Chen Ran.

After all, a journalist and a screenwriter were regular army.

In Chen Ran's anticipation, the final one to appear was a tattooed-arm youth. When he was alive, he wrote copy for short videos. Chen Ran felt that the middle finger grudge of the two was not worth avenging.

At this time, someone raised a doubt: "Do you guys think there's a possibility that, the more someone was engaged in this field when they were alive, the content they write out might cause the decryption we encounter later to be even more difficult?"