Chapter 831

Someone has died.

The wild wind cannot disperse the fog, nor can it blow away the doubts in the players' hearts.

The Land of Piety is truly not simple; it is far more treacherous than the scavengers described.

After walking halfway through the fog, Zhang Jizu discovered he had completely lost his sense of direction; he could not determine if he was still facing the direction of the Faith Theater.

To avoid going astray, he constantly felt the howling cold wind to anchor his direction, continuing to move forward at a fixed angle to the wind.

But identifying the direction was far from the most troublesome part; what was more troublesome was...

Cheng Shi was lost.

Although Cheng Shi, who was walking behind, had been very close to him, as they walked, the two of them had "watched" themselves get separated; even the small firefly lamps scattered along the way were swept away and extinguished by the cold wind, causing the two to completely lose contact in this eerie fog where visibility was no more than a dozen steps.

Of course, Zhang Jizu was not entirely sure whether the fog had affected the connection between the two or if Cheng Shi behind him had deliberately chosen to leave; in any case, now he could only head toward the theater alone.

This road was actually not long, but Zhang Jizu had walked for a long time—long enough that he frowned, stopped in his tracks, and began to feel that "it is probably impossible to reach the other shore by just walking in silence; there must be other rules in this eerie fog"—when a figure suddenly entered his field of vision.

Watching Ai Si!

That towering wine-red ponytail appeared before his eyes like a lighthouse in the fog, swaying back and forth.

However, this Inspector was not walking toward him, but was stepping toward Zhang Jizu in an extremely comical backward-walking posture.

She had been observing left and right but had not paid any attention to the rear; it was only when she felt a powerful arm bracing her back that she was startled, immediately raising the giant blade in her hand and slashing backward.

Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes slightly, blocking this violent slashing force with just a small scalpel.

Upon seeing that cold-glinting scalpel again, Watching Ai Si widened her eyes and turned her head abruptly.

The one surnamed Cheng!?

Oh, it's Zhang Shenxuan, that's not bad either.

She just wanted to open her mouth to express the excitement in her heart, but she instantly became alert, immediately keeping her mouth tightly shut and blinking her eyes frantically, as if conveying the anxiety in her heart to Zhang Jizu.

Strange to say, Zhang Jizu actually understood Watching Ai Si's meaning from this disordered blinking; he felt the other party was saying: We can't get out.

But he did not respond, instead cautiously sizing up the other party and using his toe to write a number in the frozen snow: 30.

He was asking, 30 seconds have long passed, why do you still have the 【Silence】 effect on you?

However, Watching Ai Si had no idea what Zhang Jizu was talking about; she dragged her giant blade and wrote on the ground:

?

Seeing this question mark, Zhang Jizu smiled, guessing the other party's true identity.

She was not that fake Watching Ai Si, but the real Inspector, because in this team, no one would be like her, walking backward in the fog without any precautions.

Actually, the Inspector's line of thinking was easy to guess: since I can't reach the end by walking forward, why not try walking backward?

This line of thinking cannot be considered wrong, only that it is not very clever; it looks just like an idea a 【War】 believer would come up with.

But running into an Watching Ai Si was better than running into a Cheng Shi, so Zhang Jizu smiled, wiped away the 30 and the question mark on the ground, and wrote another sentence: Where is Long Jing?

Watching Ai Si's expression faltered slightly; she dared not reveal matters concerning Lord Envoy Yu Xi, so she had to write "truthfully":

"I can't beat him, but he intentionally staggered his time with you, so after he entered, I followed in."

Although writing would not trigger the Master of Deception, the gaze of the squinting old Zhang was incredibly sharp; he had long since captured that trace of unnaturalness on Watching Ai Si's face and calmly kept this matter in his heart.

It seems this Inspector and the acrobat have reached a new agreement; it's just unclear what Long Jing promised her.

Zhang Jizu did not dwell on these trivial matters and soon began communicating with Watching Ai Si while remaining vigilant of his surroundings, but both of them were clueless, doing nothing more than verifying the paths they had each experienced.

Before long, both of their expressions became solemn.

This endless fog seemed to have become a dead end, trapping everyone.

Seeing Zhang Jizu remain motionless for a long time, Watching Ai Si had a flash of inspiration and wrote on the ground: "Go find the one surnamed Cheng; he has many ways."

Zhang Jizu read this and smiled; indeed, if Cheng Shi wanted that item, it was impossible for him to give up halfway, so where is the Weaver of Fate now, and how will he break the situation in this fog where one cannot distinguish direction?

【Silence】, 【Deception】, 【Truth】...

Fog, Ear of Secret-Peering, faithless experiment.

If this fog was meant to prevent outsiders from entering that theater, and that "Wild God" who possessed the Ear of Secret-Peering was hiding in that theater, then the current situation was undoubtedly "He" refusing the visit of all players.

What method could actually move "Him" to allow the visit of outsiders, or rather, what exactly is the ticket to obtain the qualification to knock on the door?

Zhang Jizu fell into deep thought once again, but this time he did not think for long; he suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes tightly, as if he had thought of something, and wrote a paragraph on the ground beneath the two of them:

"I have a method that might be effective; do you dare to try?"

Do I dare to try?

Watching Ai Si was stunned, realizing that the other party probably wanted to use her as an experimental subject.

Her expression flickered slightly, and the hand behind her back quietly took out a bottle of... Never Defeated Day.

To be honest, she didn't want to try, because she felt the upcoming experiment would definitely be full of risks, but she was even more afraid that the other party would force her to try; after all, there were too many instances of people using their status to pressure others in high-level games.

Even if the previous Zhang Shenxuan had been very normal, this moment was different from before, because there were no onlookers right now!

Order is never born in a filthy hotbed.

So at this moment, the Inspector's heartstrings were pulled tight, and she even gripped the bottle of potion Cheng Shi had given her—which didn't look very real—in her hand.

However, Zhang Jizu saw the other party's hesitation; he was not a person who didn't understand human feelings, and after nodding thoughtfully, he wiped away the words on the ground and wrote another sentence:

"Then let's wait."

Wait? Wait for what?

Wait for the answer to come to the door on its own?

Watching Ai Si was stunned, but she soon knew what this 【Death】 Shenxuan was waiting for.

Because that distorted voice that had once uttered the word "Divine Concubine" actually exploded in the ears of the two again without any warning.

And what it brought this time was a sentence that was baffling yet subconsciously chilling.

"So ta is also afraid..."

Afraid?

Who is afraid!?

Who is ta?

Watching Ai Si was stunned, but soon she widened her eyes, looking at Zhang Jizu in front of her with terror; those earthquake-like pupils were clearly expressing extreme shock and disbelief:

Someone... died?

Correct, someone indeed died.

And not just one, because the moment this secret was made public, a second secret followed closely behind.

"I think ta is lying to me, but I still want to know what is inside."

The voice dissipated, and Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes tightly, thinking solemnly about whose secret in their hearts these two sentences could be; at the same time, he confirmed one thing, which was that someone had finally thought the same way as him.

Perhaps the ticket to knock open the theater door is to reveal the biggest secret in everyone's heart.

Otherwise, why would that ghost patrol the fog, plundering the lives of intruders everywhere?

It looks like what it needs is not individual lives at all, but the secrets carried by these lives... those secrets that others don't know!

Someone has already found the key to breaking the situation.

But the question is, who will these two pioneers be?