Chapter 139: Opening the Jars

In the dim environment, there were many sounds.

Wen Xishu looked around and found that Wang Yueyun and the others were all there. This made him feel much more at ease.

"Where is this?"

"Help! I want to go back to the bunker! I want to go back to the bunker!"

"Dad, Mom, where are you! It's so cold here!"

"Have we... come to hell?"

The voices of countless bunker lower-level residents rose and fell.

Most of them were crying, with uneasy breathing, anxious shouting. The coughing of the elderly, the crying of children.

The dense voices wove into a net.

Wen Xishu realized that quite a few people would probably die this time.

He began to observe the surroundings; this seemed to be some kind of cellar... a very large cellar, with many bottles and jars hidden in the cellar.

There was no sunlight; Wen Xishu thought that according to the description, he would be teleported to some castle.

A mysterious woman, shoes with strange power... these seemed like dark stories from the Middle Ages.

But he didn't expect that he had come to a place without sunlight. The lighting of the entire cellar was all relying on candlelight.

Wen Xishu found that these candle flames seemed to have durability, and could burn forever; he stared at a candle for a while and discovered the bullet screen.

【Dark Light: They are the only light source; after the apocalypse, they have also been blessed, and there is no day when they will be exhausted, but don't get too close, they will burn; getting contaminated with the fire here will not burn you to death, but you will keep burning, keep burning...】

This description could only be seen by Wen Xishu, which really gave him a shock.

He had seen flames that could burn everything to ashes, but it was his first time seeing flames that couldn't burn anything to death, but could keep you burning.

In a sense, this thing could be counted as a kind of torture instrument.

At this very moment, there were people holding candles, walking around in the dim cellar.

Wen Xishu suddenly thought of such a terrifying scene...

The forever-burning candle flame, accidentally burning onto someone... this person wouldn't be burned to death, but would keep feeling the pain of being burned. So they would run everywhere, roll everywhere, wanting to extinguish the flame, but it would be of no avail...

More and more people would be touched by them, so the entire cellar would become a sea of fire full of living people.

Thinking of this, even someone as bold as Wen Xishu felt a bit creepy.

Fortunately, he found that those flames actually didn't have that much aggressiveness, and the people holding the candles were also quite careful.

Wen Xishu didn't stop them immediately, fearing that it would cause unnecessary panic, thus causing a tragedy.

He continued to observe the surroundings.

Not long ago, Wen Xishu and his partners Wang Yueyun, A-Miao, and others entered the vortex.

Then they fell into a short period of consciousness coma.

But before this process, Wen Xishu actually experienced one more link.

That was the new cheating function of the Scorpio Knife, as well as the rolling of the Crazy Die.

The Scorpio Cheating Knife, in this instance, provided Wen Xishu with an ability called "Faction System."

Simply put, Wen Xishu could see people who did not belong to his faction this time.

Their names were red.

This was actually a very common game system; after all, many game merchants knew that the scarcity of game content could be made up for by detonating the conflict between players to create it.

Even if a game only had one map, as long as you could shoot players of other factions in this map, you wouldn't easily feel bored.

However, in this mission, whether this faction system would play a role, and whether it would be like the last save-reading, not used by himself, Wen Xishu didn't know.

In short, this didn't seem like any particularly divine ability.

And this time, the options given by the crazy die were also very few.

Wen Xishu's crazy die roll result was—4, 3, 3.

This point value was very average. There were only two options for Wen Xishu to choose from.

【Quality Upgrade: (Triggered when two prime numbers are included in the three dice. Effect: When settling the completion reward, if there are items or sequences and facilities, one of them will trigger a quality upgrade, improving the quality grade.)】

【Upside Down: (Triggered when the point values of the three dice include four and three, and no other point values exist, i. e., triggered at 433 and 443. Effect: You can reverse four wrong behaviors into correct behaviors, or you can turn three negative effects appearing on you into positive effects.)】

Adhering to the principle of choosing the new over the old, Wen Xishu chose the latter. Upside Down.

Perhaps between upside down, he could find a way to survive.

Moreover, the roll result of Upside Down was clearly much higher in survival rate than Quality Upgrade.

However, Wen Xishu had to admit that this time...

The help he got from the crazy die was far less than "Three Phases." The options were also so few that there was almost no choice.

This also made him quite cautious.

At this time, Wang Yueyun came to Wen Xishu's side:

"Wen Xishu, Nisen and I just walked around; this place is very large, so large that it's like a gymnasium containing a stadium."

"There are also many rooms here, including a library, a dining room, a prayer room, and many bedrooms and bathrooms."

"But it's very strange; here almost... no, not almost, it's that every place here, every room, has countless jars."

"These jars are sealed; we checked, the bottle mouth has a stopper, sealed. We didn't dare to open them, always feeling that there was something strange inside."

"In addition, there are too many people; there are two hundred people here. Almost all are from the bunker, the elderly, children, patients, pregnant women, disabled people, all kinds of vulnerable groups are here."

Clearly, Wang Yueyun also knew that having so many people was not a good thing.

Not everyone among these people could survive.

Wen Xishu didn't expect Wang Yueyun and Nisen to be so proactive; he was very satisfied and said:

"We still have to continue to observe this cellar; currently, we don't know the game rules this time."

"Game rules?" Xiao Jin was puzzled.

Wen Xishu gave Zheng Zai a look, and Zheng Zai said:

"Actually, the Mysterious Tower doesn't have powerful enemies... it's mainly about finding a way to leave here; it can be seen as a game."

"You have to find the game failure conditions and game victory conditions first."

Xiao Jin seemed to understand.

Wen Xishu looked; indeed, this cellar was incomparably huge, and there were many compartments. Hundreds of people in the cellar were not crowded at all.

Many people sat on the ground, at their wits' end. They hoped this was a nightmare, hoping that after a while, after sleeping and waking up... they would be back in the bunker.

They hoped that someone could lead them away.

Wen Xishu also knew that at this time, someone needed to appease them.

He didn't want to play such a role, but he was the only one who could play such a role:

"Everyone, don't panic."

Wen Xishu's voice was very thick and quickly spread out. However, the crowd didn't pay much attention.

But as the next sentence was spoken, the surroundings immediately became quiet.

"I am Wen Xishu."

The three words Wen Xishu instantly gave many people strength.

Wen Xishu said:

"I won't prove it; these are my partners, some from the bunker Security Bureau, and some are teachers and students from the Three Towers Academy."

Wen Xishu knew that at this time, he couldn't talk about the vortex itself first.

He had to make people find a sense of security.

"Listen to me, everyone, this time everyone is equivalent to climbing the Mysterious Tower collectively; there is nothing to be afraid of. I also often climb the Mysterious Tower. First, I will talk about the rules I know..."

"Everyone, please return the candles you touched to their original places; I know the room is very dim, but please don't play with the candles at will. Thank you."

There were still a few people holding candles, and Wen Xishu certainly couldn't let that tragedy of "eternal burning" happen.

But considering that speaking directly might cause those with unstable emotions or mental states to intentionally hurt others... so Wen Xishu didn't say how terrifying the candle flames were.

This was why he didn't like teaming up with strangers, didn't value team functions, and only valued trust and tacit understanding.

Fortunately, Wen Xishu's prestige was indeed very great. Those who were walking around with candles obediently returned the candles to their original places. They didn't play around anymore.

Wen Xishu said:

"Currently, this area is very large, but compared to its Mysterious Tower scene, it is very small here."

"We have a large number of people; what secrets are hidden in this place, we will definitely be able to figure out."

"But this is not something that can be solved in a moment. We are very likely to need to spend a night here... if we are unlucky, two or three nights are also possible."

"And we have a large number of people, so I need to choose a few managers."

"So that everyone can obey the arrangements."

Wen Xishu looked around; the fear on everyone's faces had indeed significantly reduced.

People were afraid of being in the unknown; the weak were afraid of this helplessness; having someone lead the way, they would feel like they had returned to their comfort zone.

Wen Xishu asked:

"Among you, who has climbed the Mysterious Tower?"

Wen Xishu thought for a moment; there were two standards to arrange these people... either let A-Miao, Wang Yueyun, Zheng Zai, Xiao Jin, and others be separated to manage each group.

But privately, he didn't want to do this.

Managing people is the most thankless job; if someone doesn't do it well, they will be denounced later.

So Wen Xishu decided to use the second method, which was to let strangers manage strangers. Let those who have climbed the Mysterious Tower manage those who haven't.

This, of course, was not a good choice either; after all, those who have climbed the Mysterious Tower, so far, are probably not good people.

Sure enough, after Wen Xishu finished speaking, four people stood out; among the four, three were criminals, and one was a hooligan from the lower levels.

This situation would be improved in the future, but it couldn't be changed for now.

Wen Xishu simply got to know these four people.

Fang Tianhen, from the lower levels of the bunker, was considered a bully; he found that no matter how well he mixed in the lower levels, he was just a hooligan leader, and he could only be a plane for his whole life, so he went to the Mysterious Tower to gamble with his life.

Currently, the maximum level he could go to was 8.

Ling Chen, from the third residential level of the bunker, a criminal, an economic criminal, good at arithmetic. His personality was relatively dull. The feeling he gave Wen Xishu... was that he had many schemes. It was said that he went in for cooking the books.

He had been to the sixth floor once and the fourth floor once. Currently, the maximum level he could go to was 7.

Ling Fu, from the third residential level of the bunker, Ling Chen's brother, also a criminal, with an extroverted personality, good at dealing with people.

He had been to the sixth floor once and the fourth floor once. Currently, the maximum level he could go to was 7.

When Wen Xishu approached, Ling Fu took the initiative to come over and gave Wen Xishu a series of rainbow farts, as exaggerated as possible.

Lang Haidu, from the fifth residential level of the bunker, a businessman, a criminal; what he said to Wen Xishu was that he sold some things he shouldn't have sold, so he went to jail, and finally redeemed himself by entering the Mysterious Tower.

What made Wen Xishu slightly surprised was that Lang Haidu had been to the Mysterious Tower eight times, and the maximum level he could go to was eleven.

So after discussing with everyone, Wen Xishu determined an allocation result.

For the next two hours, everyone in the entire cellar was busy with one thing—standing in line.

Ling Chen and Ling Fu led fifty-five people. As one squad.

Fang Tianhen led fifty people, as one squad.

Lang Haidu led sixty people, as one squad.

Wen Xishu and Wang Yueyun and others led sixty people, as one squad.

A total of two hundred people.

Wen Xishu arranged most of the elderly, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant to Ling Chen and Ling Fu's team, and most of the people in his own team were healthy.

Actually, at first, Wen Xishu intended to arrange the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled into his own team.

However, during this process, Ling Fu of the Ling brothers smiled and said:

"Your team is all elite; how can the elite take care of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled? Let us handle those people. The elite should do elite things."

Wen Xishu understood Ling Fu's intention.

He knew the other party's little thoughts, but didn't point them out, and followed the plan, agreeing to Ling Fu's arrangement.

Actually, A-Miao wanted to suggest... that they could take in those elderly, weak, sick, and disabled to build a good image, which would be more convenient for management.

But A-Miao had no opinion on whatever Wen Xishu did, so she didn't speak up.

At the same time, it is worth noting...

In Lang Haidu's team, one person's name turned red.

That person was named A-Yue Weiqi, a businessman from the lower levels who sold small handmade items.

Wen Xishu actually chatted with A-Yue Weiqi and found that this person was not a "dummy."

He really came from the bunker. He knew a lot of information about the bunker.

Currently, A-Yue Weiqi didn't have any abnormal behavior; Wen Xishu didn't know why he became a red-named character of the "hostile faction."

He decided to keep A-Yue Weiqi first and observe.

If A-Yue Weiqi had any bad behavior, he would just kill A-Yue Weiqi then.

Of course, Wen Xishu didn't put A-Yue Weiqi in his own team.

A-Miao and Zheng Zai were responsible for managing the people in the team, while Xiao Jin, Nisen, and Wang Yueyun were searching the cellar with Wen Xishu, looking for clues.

They soon arrived at the prayer room.

In the prayer room, there were not only Wen Xishu and his party.

It could even be said to be very lively. There were a full hundred people in the prayer room.

The liveliness in the prayer room made Wen Xishu notice something wrong.

These people also included the Ling brothers, Fang Tianhen, and the four group leaders of Lang Haidu.

Seeing Wen Xishu arrive, Lang Haidu said very respectfully:

"Mr. Wen Xishu, do you have any instructions?"

Lang Haidu was forty years old and indeed had the temperament of a wealthy businessman. His eyes were bright, and his smile made people happy.

Wen Xishu said:

"Nothing, we just came to observe other rooms. Besides those bottles and jars in the hall, there doesn't seem to be anything else. I really can't find any clues."

The entire cellar was divided into several bedrooms, a huge dining room, several reading rooms, several bathrooms, and a huge prayer room.

Of course, the largest was the hall—the place where countless people gathered to stand in line just now.

Wen Xishu noticed that there was a huge mural in the prayer room.

The content painted on the mural was a goddess, a goddess with a beautiful face and a perfect figure, with somewhat lazy eyebrows, stepping on shoes that emitted morning light like clouds.

Radiant, with all living beings falling down.

Lang Haidu said:

"I didn't expect that just a mural... would give me an urge to kneel and worship..."

Wen Xishu didn't have any feeling.

He looked at Wang Yueyun:

"Do you have it?"

Wang Yueyun felt very ashamed, but he knew he couldn't hide his feelings; it was very likely that some clues existed inside.

So Wang Yueyun said:

"Their feelings are my feelings."

They referred to those in the hall who had never climbed the Mysterious Tower.

These people were all kneeling in front of the mural at this moment, wanting to kiss the shoes in the mural.

Wen Xishu said:

"If there were no +2 magic resistance... this mural might have the saliva of this group of people on it now."

Lang Haidu suddenly realized:

"So... it's because of magic resistance?"

Wen Xishu nodded:

"Two points of magic resistance is not much, but at least it won't make everyone too unseemly. This prayer room is quite evil."

Although Wang Yueyun hadn't climbed the Mysterious Tower either, it was clear that his will was very firm; after all, he was someone who had climbed the Slaughter Tower.

Xiao Jin didn't understand men and women at all, as if that bit of spiritual wisdom hadn't been opened yet, just looking at the mural with a rather innocent gaze.

Nisen was different; although his will was also firm, his big handle was almost standing at attention.

Wen Xishu looked at the mural and noticed a very, very small detail in the corner of the mural.

This detail was hidden with some malice.

It was like, in the composition of a picture, a beauty revealed her proud breasts, and then a lighter appeared in the corner.

The picture is shown to you for five seconds, and then you are asked, what brand is the lighter?

Most people would definitely ask:

"What lighter? Where did the lighter come from?"

Because their eyes were all attracted by the milky white breasts. Naturally, they wouldn't notice the things in the corner.

This mural had this effect.

People with low magic resistance couldn't take their eyes off the shoes that emitted morning light like clouds.

They couldn't wait to kneel on the ground and kiss the surface of those shoes.

Even Fang Tianhen and the Ling brothers had this primitive desire at this time.

But Wen Xishu's magic resistance was very high, reaching the standard value of this vortex...

It was unlikely that he would be subject to any mental intrusion from items, so he was immune to the effect of the mural.

Wen Xishu said softly:

"You see, there is actually a number on the mural, in the corner of the upper right."

No one noticed the corner of the huge mural.

The composition of the mural was a goddess wearing shoes accepting the worship of the crowd, with all living beings falling down for her charm or the charm of the shoes.

At the end of the crowd, there was a person holding a sign, with his face facing the audience—that is, the viewer of the painting.

A number was written on the sign, 29.

This detail, among the more than one hundred people in the prayer hall, no one noticed.

Among the Ling brothers, Ling Chen slapped himself:

"Damn it, too unpromising! How could I let go of information like numbers!"

This slap was very hard, which made Wen Xishu a bit surprised; was this person so ruthless to himself? The slap mark was on his face.

Ling Fu smiled:

"Brother, don't be nervous; I didn't blame you, and look, didn't Lord Wen Xishu discover it? With him here, you don't have to work so hard."

Wen Xishu had a feeling that the relationship between Ling Fu and Ling Chen didn't seem like simple brothers.

But this was not the point at the moment.

Fang said:

"Big boss, what the hell does this 29 mean?"

Wen Xishu shook his head:

"Don't know yet. Maybe we still have to go to the library to see."

It was very strange that there was no danger in the cellar at the moment.

This made Wen Xishu feel unbelievable; generally speaking, in the scene of the Mysterious Tower, there should be some kind of unavoidable crisis.

But now, there were people reading books in the reading room, and people chatting idly in the hall. And there were those worshipping the goddess in front of the mural.

In short, besides being dim and having strange candle flames, there was no danger here.

Lang Haidu happened to think of this point and said:

"My Mysterious Tower experience is naturally far inferior to yours, but based on past tower-climbing experiences, I found that here... it seems there is no danger."

"That mural is indeed beautiful, beautiful enough to make people fall for it... but it doesn't possess any lethality."

"Did we not trigger the danger? If we keep still, can we survive for seven days?"

"If according to what you said, this is equivalent to climbing the Mysterious Tower once... we only need to persist for seven days, keeping from triggering it?"

Lang Haidu thought of this and started talking to himself again:

"But is it really so smooth? And... what do we eat here?"

Not eating or drinking for seven days is something not many people have done.

Wen Xishu knew very well that danger was not untriggered; the Mysterious Tower didn't have such a possibility.

The danger was just—not discovered by them.

As for eating.

Yes, this was also a problem to worry about.

Hundreds of people... not eating or drinking for seven days, not realistic.

Although in Wen Xishu's previous life, people on the internet always liked to cite extreme examples, like ruthless people who didn't eat for more than ten days, didn't drink water for how many days...

But he knew very well that not eating or drinking for three to five days could make a person incomparably weak and incomparably cruel.

So many people living here, if they couldn't find food, and there were also the elderly, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant...

Wen Xishu couldn't imagine what kind of Shura hell this would evolve into.

He seemed to feel a bit heavy.

At this time, a disturbing sound came from outside.

Bang!

The sound of a jar breaking came.

"Hehe, so fun, Mom, let's kick the jars together!"

The child made a mischievous sound.

At this time, another old man said:

"My Lord Wen Xishu said, don't move the things here, hurry and tell your child not to move around."

Another woman's voice came:

"Oh, what kind of movement can a child make? Isn't it just dropping a jar?"

"What danger can there be here?"

The old man sighed:

"Not listening to my Lord's words, suffering is right before your eyes."

"I think you are really confused; what's wrong with a child being naughty!" The woman's voice was a bit sharp.

But before long... she let out a sharper scream.

"Ah!"

That was a scream of losing reason after being overly frightened.

This sound spread from the hall to the prayer room, making everyone startled.

The disaster of the long night always starts with a scream.

This also made everyone's heart full of unease.

Subsequently, the woman who made the scream began to shout loudly:

"My child! My child! Hurry and come save my child!"

The child's voice also appeared:

"Mom... save me!"

"Ah!!!!!!!!!" The woman screamed again.

"Mom, save me! Save me!"

At this moment, Wen Xishu, Wang Yueyun, Nisen, Xiao Jin, Fang Tianhen, Lang Haidu, and others all came to the hall.

They only saw a black shadow gathering at the feet of a little boy...

The little boy was like falling into a quagmire, unable to move!

Wen Xishu stared at the quagmire, seeing no note explanation.

But not far away, he saw a broken jar.

Wen Xishu vaguely thought of something.

"Shall I go save him?" Nisen looked at Wen Xishu.

Although he liked to sing awkwardly at every turn, he was generally a warm-hearted good person.

However, Nisen also knew that in the Mysterious Tower, any action is best to listen to Wen Xishu. If there were no Wen Xishu, he would rush up; with Wen Xishu here, even if he went to the bathroom, he had to report.

Wen Xishu shook his head:

"Wait for that woman to lean on it herself."

Wen Xishu's tone was a bit cold. Clearly, Wen Xishu at this moment was a bit strange to Wang Yueyun, Xiao Jin, and Nisen.

At the moment, the child was trapped in the black shadow, his knees had already fallen into the black shadow; if they didn't go to rescue him, the whole person would fall into the black shadow.

But the woman, that is, the child's mother, was only calling for help, but didn't have the courage to rush up herself and pull the child out.

At this time, Nisen wanted to save people, but Wen Xishu certainly didn't agree.

"Everyone has to pay for their own actions."

Wen Xishu was very calm.

Ling Fu looked at Wen Xishu's face and thought, sure enough.

How could someone who could climb the Mysterious Tower so powerfully be any kind of great, glorious, and correct character?

Ling Fu was somewhat disappointed and became more and more vigilant.

No one went to help the child; the woman knew that to save her child, she could only go herself.

At this moment, she probably realized the cruelty of the Mysterious Tower for the first time.

When she approached the black shadow, the black shadow instantly expanded.

"Help! Help! Save me! Please! Save me!"

No one could save them.

When the woman tried to pull the child out, the black shadow seemed to feel the existence of prey and instantly expanded its range. It devoured the woman as well.

The shrill crying of the woman and the child lasted for two minutes.

During these two minutes, no one reached out to help. Everyone slowly watched the woman and the child being "executed."

Just like watching a slow slicing.

Finally, when the woman and the child were completely swallowed... the black shadow stayed for about fifteen seconds and then disappeared.

Only then did Wen Xishu say to Nisen:

"It's not that I don't save people, but this is not the Slaughter Tower, not the Tower of Desire. You remember, facing the strange, before you have a clear way to restrain it, before you have figured it out, don't get close to it."

"Even if you are Albert, or Xun Hui, you should die if you should die."

Nisen was still recalling the scene just now, with lingering fear. Xiao Jin was also clearly frightened...

People falling into a quagmire, struggling to death but not being saved, while all around... were onlookers.

Such a scene was as strange as the mural in the prayer room.

Wen Xishu seemed to have thought of something and suddenly returned to the prayer room.

But before leaving, he turned around and said:

"Everyone, except for my guards and a few squad leaders, no one is allowed to move, no one is allowed to touch the jars, and everyone go back to their own area and sit quietly. No one is allowed to move now! Otherwise, I will kill people."

Wen Xishu's tone made the already chilly cellar even colder.

Everyone felt afraid, and added to what happened not long ago, they all had lingering fear.

As a result, no one acted rashly again, and they didn't dare to touch the things here.

Wen Xishu turned around, his pace quickening. Wang Yueyun was sure that Wen Xishu clearly thought of something...

So the party followed Wen Xishu, quickly turned back from the hall, and headed to the prayer room.

Wen Xishu didn't look at anything else, but looked directly at the corner of the mural.

The person facing the audience and holding the sign seemed to have a subtle change in his expression, from panic, slowly turning into joy.

At the same time, the number on the sign changed from 29 to 28.

Lang Haidu and Ling Fu both noticed this scene.

Wang Yueyun was the same, Wang Yueyun said:

"The number has changed!"

Wen Xishu nodded:

"It seems that the danger was not untriggered, but from the moment we entered, we were surrounded by danger."

"Two people died, but the number only dropped by one..."

"This shows that it has nothing to do with the number of people who died, but has to do with the jars. Do you remember, at the beginning, that brat broke a jar."

Wang Yueyun understood:

"So the drop in the number is related to the jars. But what does 29 mean? Is it saying that we must ensure that no more than 29 jars are broken within this day?"

"No... not right, that would be too simple." Wang Yueyun clearly thought of the truth.

At this moment, he seemed a bit afraid.

Wen Xishu said:

"It seems you guessed it. We don't have to ensure that this quantity of jars... is not broken, but we have to ensure that at least this quantity of jars is opened every day."

This time, everyone was shocked.

Lang Haidu said:

"Just now that child opened a jar... but was directly... directly dragged in!"

Wen Xishu nodded:

"The good news is, everyone, we seem to have found the way to play the game; the bad news is... the number of deaths in this game will far exceed expectations."

"I didn't call those people in, just hoping everyone would keep it secret... so as not to cause unnecessary panic."

Wang Yueyun tried to think from the same angle as Wen Xishu.

"The task analysis we got through the safe house... says that there is a woman here who got a pair of shoes, and then in order to find a way to maintain the shoes, she began to become strange, and the population of this place also began to decrease."

"And here, the task name is Evil Object Sealing Room."

Evil Object, also homophonic to Shoe Object.

Wang Yueyun couldn't help but ask:

"Is this related to the jars... could it be that there is a connection? Could it be that evil objects are hidden in the jars?"

Wen Xishu nodded:

"Not bad, the following are some of my guesses."

"First, we face a dilemma, that is, the number 29 becomes 28; you look carefully, the face of that person in the mural is not so panicked."

"And the people around are all captivated by the woman wearing shoes; only he is facing us."

"So he is the only one trying to resist the shoes."

"And the decrease in the number means that jars have been opened."

"So, in a sense, we have to open the jars... open the specified number of jars."

Fang Tianhen was puzzled:

"But opening the jars will kill people!"

Wen Xishu said:

"It will indeed kill people; that child's luck was clearly... not very good."

Fang Tianhen said again:

"Big boss, I know you are a big boss, but I am a rough person, I don't quite understand, if opening the jars will kill people... not opening the jars won't kill people, then why do we have to open the jars?"

Wen Xishu pointed to the mural and said:

"You have all climbed the Mysterious Tower; do you think the Mysterious Tower has that kind of setting where you can survive for seven days just by staying still?"

"Maybe there is, but unfortunately, this is definitely not it. And this number 29, I always feel it's not right... I feel it's more like the number at the beginning was 30."

"That is to say, before that brat, someone had already opened a jar. Because it was opened, not smashed, so no sound was made."

"In addition, I will answer the question of brother Fang Tianhen."

"First, there must be more than one kind of thing in the jars; have you ever thought that food might be hidden in the jars."

"Hidden with various useful props?"

"If we don't open the jars, in seven days, this place will become a hell of people eating people."

"In addition, if we choose to open the jars, then the choice is in our hands, and we at least have the initiative. If we choose not to open the jars..."

"I guess, at a certain time period, 28 jars will open automatically. If they open automatically, you guess, will the automatically opened jars be good for us?"

"This is called the Evil Object Sealing Room, and jars are everywhere here; it is very likely that evil objects are hidden in some jars."

"If the jars open automatically... maybe the jars with evil objects will be opened, then the game might end directly, and all of us—"

"Will, all, die."

Everyone was silent. This time even Nisen understood.

If they didn't take the initiative to open twenty-eight jars before the specified time... it would be equivalent to giving the choice to the "rules."

Players taking the initiative to open, at least there is still a glimmer of life... and they might open good things.

But if the rules open them, the rules know which jars have "shoe objects."

A mural can make people want to kneel and lick; if they really open shoe objects...

Then I'm afraid no one can resist except Wen Xishu.

Fang Tianhen also thought of this result, and he was a bit scared:

"Damn it, in the end... this is all your guess, big boss?"

Wen Xishu nodded:

"Yes, there is no evidence. But the probability of my guess hitting the truth is very high, which is also the reason why I can have 51 points of magic resistance."

51 points of magic resistance, this number shocked everyone again, even Wang Yueyun and the others who had heard it once.

Wen Xishu's magic resistance value is like the four words "Special Grade Chef" that will glow in some animations, which can save Wen Xishu a lot of trouble.

Wen Xishu said:

"You can choose not to believe me, you can choose not to open the jars now... wait until night, and let the rules open them."

"But the price, it is almost certain, is that we will all be wiped out."

"So are you going to gamble?"

Wen Xishu looked at everyone.

Everyone looked at each other.

At this time, outside the prayer room, someone stood out.

"I believe in A-Shu."

"I also believe in little brother Wen. Let's vote. Hehe."

A-Miao, with a graceful figure, and Zheng Zai, wearing an iron muzzle, appeared at the door of the prayer room.

The two were incomparably convinced of Wen Xishu's supernatural powers.

Wang Yueyun said:

"I don't quite believe that the orange vortex can be dodged by staying still for seven days. I believe in Wen Xishu."

Nisen nodded:

"I also believe in Wen."

Xiao Jin was already standing behind Wen Xishu.

Ling Fu said:

"It's really wonderful, big boss, we didn't notice this number at all, and we couldn't think of so much at a glance."

"I choose to believe in Mr. Wen Xishu's words. A-Chen, what about you?"

Ling Chen said:

"I listen to my brother."

Fang said:

"Then... then I definitely listen to everyone."

Lang Haidu sighed:

"But the problem now, perhaps as Mr. Wen Xishu said... opening the jars has both good and bad."

"But now no one has seen the good..."

"I'll say something unpleasant, there are thousands of jars here... we have more than two hundred people."

"We don't know what's in the jars. And the jars can be lifted even by a child; clearly, we can't distinguish them by weight."

"Then we can only guess. In other words, there may be 28 people next, all of whom will die."

"Of course, this is in the case of bad enough luck..."

"We few, before finding other rules, certainly can't die, right? Then we have to do a very cruel thing."

At this moment, Wang Yueyun realized Wen Xishu's terror after the fact.

Ling Fu's face was also not very good, having a feeling of being calculated instead of calculating.

Because not long ago, Wang Yueyun witnessed the conversation between Wen Xishu and Ling Fu.

Wen Xishu originally intended to take in the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, but Ling Fu took them in.

Ling Fu probably intended to use the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled to play the emotional card, so that some dangers wouldn't have to be participated in.

But now...

There is no doubt that letting the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled open the jars is actually the most cost-effective behavior.

And, the one who offends people is no longer Wen Xishu, but Ling Fu.

Wen Xishu actually didn't think that much; he just said:

"Letting others open the cans according to a certain pattern is what we need to do next, and this is indeed a very cruel thing."

"What we can do is use the fastest speed to find additional rules that are favorable to us through the results of opening the cans."

"As for sacrifice..."

Wen Xishu's tone became indifferent once again:

"To put it bluntly, every time we climb the Mysterious Tower, when is it not nine deaths for one life? When is it not equivalent to having half a foot stepped into the Hall of the King of Hell."

"Sacrifice is unavoidable, isn't it?"

Jin Shan and the others looked at Wen Xishu and finally realized that in terms of mindset, there was already a huge gap between themselves and Wen Xishu.

This was the "ruthlessness" that an apocalypse leader should have.

Wen Xishu smiled and said gently:

"Alright, let's decide on the order and rules for opening the cans? Good luck to us, what if we open some food?"

(End of chapter)