Chapter 140: The Goddess Can Be Killed

Actually, it was Wen Xishu's first time encountering a game that required so many people.

To be honest, if it were himself, opening 30 jars in a row, he wouldn't have the confidence to survive either.

But with higher magic resistance, he felt that the shadow just now might not necessarily be able to devour him.

Not to mention he still had Upside Down.

"If it were dead NPCs, it would be burden-free, but those who died were bunker people, which had some impact on me."

This was Wen Xishu's inner thought.

The other few people were also somewhat swayed by this kind of thing. Letting people go to their deaths was always a bit cruel.

Fang said:

"I actually don't know how to manage people... damn it, I'm a bird man myself, and the group under me are all bird men; letting them go to die... they might not necessarily do it."

This was a very realistic thing.

When Fang Tianhen picked people, he picked those who looked like they only had brute force, because Fang Tianhen was this kind of person, and he was also good at dealing with such people.

But in such a short time, prestige was actually very difficult to establish; it was very difficult for him to persuade the people under him to go to their deaths.

Everyone's eyes actually fell on Ling Fu.

Ling Fu had always been smiling, but now, he no longer had a smile.

Ling Fu initially intended to hold the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled hostage to demand privileges.

He used everyone's kindness toward the weak. When the crowd was large enough and the weak were the majority, there would be the saying "I am weak, I am right."

But now, Ling Fu had learned a lesson from Wen Xishu's methods.

"Letting the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled die is better than letting young people and capable people die." The one speaking was Ling Chen.

He rarely spoke.

But he knew that the situation was like this now. Next, his brother Ling Fu had to be the one to drive the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled to open the jars.

Ling Fu looked deeply at Ling Chen, and his smile reappeared:

"Indeed, it makes sense. At such a time, benevolence and morality should be thrown aside."

"Then, how many jars should my people open? They do have the value of being abandoned because they are weak..."

"I wonder if you have thought that if normal people die, everyone might have unwillingness in their hearts, but at least they have some confidence in order; in this temporary small society built in this cellar, at least people still follow virtues."

"But if you start by taking the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, this means that from the beginning, it is labeled as an extremely rational and selfish small society. In such a situation, is it really conducive to our management later?"

"Should the weak die? Will it trigger the rebellion of the weak? And... weak is a relative concept, not an absolute concept."

Actually, from the beginning, Wen Xishu never thought about which people should start first.

Should the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled die? He didn't think so; after all, the Mysterious Tower is a place to use one's brain.

He really felt that this was a problem that needed to be discussed.

From a probability point of view, two people have opened jars so far.

Both had bad outcomes.

One was the brat who died in the shadow. There was also A-Yue Weiqi, whom Wen Xishu had already arranged for people to observe secretly. He wanted to know if this person would "open the jars."

And to determine the possible harm after the "faction" changed.

But A-Yue Weiqi looked normal now; A-Yue Weiqi strictly followed the instruction of not touching the jars.

Currently, A-Yue Weiqi didn't have any performance of being a hostile faction.

Wen Xishu decided to continue observing.

But as a result, the two jars so far were both bad results. Then from the performance of the game until now... the outcome of opening the jars was indeed more harm than good.

So this game, the result of opening the jars now, was actually more harm than good.

Letting people go to their deaths often requires someone who can make a good start. There must be an example.

Wen Xishu also noticed Ling Fu.

"This Ling Fu is a bit interesting. When everyone felt that they should think rationally and abandon the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, he could actually block it."

"And I have to say, this kid's mouth-jutsu is not weak. The logic is self-consistent."

Wen Xishu didn't feel that Ling Fu's rebuttal was disrespectful to him.

In his view, using this large-scale team battle to find qualified Mysterious Tower climbers was also not bad.

"What everyone said actually makes sense; since that's the case, then I'll do it." Wen Xishu suddenly spoke, making everyone stunned.

"Ah? Little brother Wen, what do you mean you'll do it? What are you going to do?" Zheng Zai suddenly became worried.

Wen Xishu said:

"Of course, I will open this first jar."

Wen Xishu paused and said:

"Brother Ling Fu's statement just now actually has some truth; considering from the perspective of interests, we need to abandon the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled."

"But the underlying order for us to obey management is based on morality; if there is no morality and we only think rationally, it is indeed not conducive to management. If this place becomes the law of the jungle, will it itself be a kind of... beginning of collapse?"

"Then to solve this situation, just lead by example. For example—I will open a good thing first."

"If I open a good thing, then I can let everyone understand two things—1, if we don't open the jars, we will have great danger tonight."

"2, opening the jars doesn't necessarily mean danger, and we might get some useful things. And, this thing will belong to the person who opens the jar."

"The person who opens good goods will gain social status and will gain substantial benefits. In this way, it will be like climbing the tower, and everyone will be able to accept that life and death are determined by fate."

Wang Yueyun didn't speak; he knew that since Wen Xishu said so, it meant Wen Xishu already had a way to ensure that the first jar he opened... would definitely be good.

So confident? So confident in his luck? How was he going to do it?

Wang Yueyun didn't think that with Wen Xishu there, he, Nisen, and Xiao Jin could have any high-light performance.

But at least, at least like that Zheng Zai, he could learn some methods.

It was just that this place really made it difficult for Wang Yueyun.

Because Wen Xishu's method was not a method that could be derived through thinking, but "cheating."

Wen Xishu had already thought about how to solve the problem of the first jar.

Lang Haidu also said this biggest problem:

"Mr. Wen, I know your ability is very powerful, but... what if, you open the jar and it's a bad result? You are... you are the hero of the bunker; if we let you open it, will it lead to..."

Lang Haidu, as a wealthy businessman, still knew how to speak, without pointing it out, changing the subject:

"Or is it that you have actually found some kind of rule?"

Everyone naturally wanted to know that kind of rule, hoping Wen Xishu could say the method.

But Wen Xishu was also very unceremonious here:

"Currently, there is no rule; if it is a bad result, I can rely on magic resistance to hold on."

"Let's go, we should gather everyone."

No one objected; Wen Xishu opening the jar first and bearing the risk first, if this succeeded, it would indeed be conducive to opening the situation.

This kind of thing, others really didn't dare to do.

Unknown level, mysterious underground, hall.

Everyone was gathered again; it could be seen that some people had begun to feel hungry and thirsty.

Some people in the crowd were touching their stomachs, and some were licking their dry lips from time to time.

This was only the first day.

Wen Xishu began to recount the results of the discussion the party just had.

"The outcome of opening the jars, the result of opening bad things, everyone knows."

"I will demonstrate the result of opening good things to everyone."

"Hmm, if I open a bad thing and die, then Zheng Zai will lead everyone."

Wen Xishu pointed to the iron mask on the side.

Zheng Zai was shocked, a bit panicked.

A-Miao widened her eyes; A-Shu would actually choose this big simpleton?

She realized that Zheng Zai might really have something.

Wen Xishu said:

"If I open a good thing, the thing belongs to me; this is also a rule we set."

"It counts as encouraging everyone to open the jars."

"Of course, you can choose to sell the things and use them to trade for what you want. This is like the bunker; now, we are a small 'society', but like the big society, all status must be exchanged with your life."

"Then, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in heaven. Everyone must understand one thing: no one has the obligation to save you, but we are trying to save you."

"So if you want to survive, you have to follow the rules we set. After I lead by example, each group will have to send a few people to open the jars next."

"As for how to arrange the opening of the jars within each group, whether it is an orderly turn, or random drawing, or voting, I don't care."

"But if someone refuses, that is the enemy of all of us. Do you agree?"

The terrifying scene after opening the jars was still fresh in everyone's memory.

Everyone was terrified, and Wen Xishu's expression was very clear, making everyone unable to refuse.

Not opening, they might all die after tonight; opening... maybe they could get good things.

Under this logic, it was almost unanimously passed.

Everyone recognized Wen Xishu's handling method.

It's just that if Wen Xishu died, one could imagine that this handling method would be questioned significantly the next second.

Zheng Zai was already a bit panicked.

What if little brother Wen died... what should I do? I can't top little brother Wen! Can't top!

A-Miao looked at Zheng Zai and felt it was inexplicably funny. Although Zheng Zai's face was blocked by the iron mask, A-Miao still saw Zheng Zai's panicked eyes.

"My Lord won't have any problems; what are you thinking about? You are not pious at all."

A-Miao comforted softly, her head slightly tilted toward Zheng Zai, using a voice that only Zheng Zai could hear.

Zheng Zai immediately stood at attention.

Yes, what am I thinking about, how could little brother Wen have a problem? That's little brother Wen!

Thinking this way, Zheng Zai felt much more comfortable.

Soon, a section in the middle of the hall was cleared.

Wen Xishu found four helpers—one person from each group, Wen Xishu picked one.

Among them was A-Yue Weiqi, the one who, in Wen Xishu's view, opened the jar first but didn't die, but changed his faction.

Wen Xishu said:

"You four, can you give your suggestions? I am a person who believes in metaphysics. I think you four have the faces of long-lived people, and your opinions can help me find the correct answer."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Ling Fu's eyes narrowed.

Ling Fu thought that Wen Xishu might have found a target, but it was not easy to find this target directly, fearing that the target would be vigilant.

So he found three fillers.

This was Ling Fu's first reaction; just like Wen Xishu believed in his own guess, Ling Fu also believed in his own guess very much.

However, Ling Fu really couldn't find... what was special about these people Wen Xishu was looking for.

A-Yue Weiqi, Lampard, Chen Wentong, Ibol.

These four people were plain, and their behavior was very normal; no tricks could be seen.

Ling Fu absolutely didn't believe that someone like Wen Xishu would rely on luck, so he thought that among these four people, there must be one person... who made Wen Xishu notice the trick.

Because Wen Xishu had said at the beginning that there should be thirty jars, it was very likely that someone else had opened one.

This person, perhaps, was among these few people.

"Heh, just wait until you choose whose jar to open, and I will know who is the person who opened the jar first."

"You must be hiding some kind of ability!"

At the moment, Wen Xishu's move was really only seen by Ling Fu alone.

The others didn't find the mystery.

Wen Xishu said:

"Come on, choosing right or wrong is my business, and it has nothing to do with you; if I choose wrong, no one will blame you. The final decision is mine."

This game, the reason why it is recommended for 30-200 people to participate, is actually because it needs people to try and fail.

The correct way to play is to try to hide behind the scenes and incite others to open the jars.

Through the results of opening the jars, find the hidden unknown rules.

In other words, the reason why there are so many people is to let some people go to die.

The difficulty of the game actually lies in how to let others die for you, and how to let them willingly charge for you to get other information.

Wen Xishu could actually do this completely, using his status to force people to go.

However, since he has a cheat, he doesn't care about leading by example.

The four people were very panicked; after all, they thought their results would lead to the death and survival of this new bunker legend...

First, Lampard pointed to a jar; that jar was plain, without any ornamental value, and was the same as countless jars.

Wen Xishu touched it:

"Hmm, I remember."

Next, Chen Wentong closed his eyes, silently praying to his ancestors in his heart, giving big boss Wen Xishu a correct result, and then pointed to a certain jar.

There were a lot of jars in the hall, more than people. It was really just pointing at one, and that was it.

"Good, thank you. Mr. Chen."

Wen Xishu began to look at the third person—A-Yue Weiqi.

A-Yue Weiqi pointed to a jar with a guilty conscience:

"Big boss, I... I think there are good things in this jar."

A-Yue Weiqi didn't dare to look at Wen Xishu, but his process of pointing to the jar was indeed much more decisive than the first two. It's just that his hand couldn't help but shake.

At this very moment, it was probably the most difficult moment for A-Yue Weiqi. He really didn't want to do this. But that kind of inner fear made him unable not to do so.

Wen Xishu patted A-Yue Weiqi on the shoulder:

"Don't be afraid, you can bring me good luck!"

Wen Xishu still weighed A-Yue Weiqi's jar.

"This jar must be problematic. It is a jar representing bad luck."

"Whether it will open evil objects or some other things, it's really hard to say."

"But in terms of weight... hmm, it's really the same as the first two jars, which shows that observing the appearance of the jars is not a way."

"Then this dungeon, is it really relying on luck?"

"No... 30 to 200 people, gave the trial and error space for luck, but if you always rely on luck, with so many jars, how to open them?"

"So where is the key information?"

But at the moment, Wen Xishu had no way, so he could only bite the bullet and open it.

He started to let the fourth person, Ibol, open the jar, of course just going through the motions.

The reason why Wen Xishu did this was indeed as Ling Fu thought, not to let A-Yue Weiqi be vigilant, not to let him think he had been discovered.

So he arranged for three people.

A-Yue Weiqi was also very conflicted at this time, but he had no way.

Not long ago, he opened the first jar, thinking if there was water or something inside.

As a result, he opened a piece of broken cloth. At this moment, A-Yue Weiqi was panicked; he wanted to kneel on the ground and kowtow to that piece of broken cloth.

A-Yue Weiqi's eyes also turned completely black. Then, A-Yue Weiqi heard a voice:

【You can choose to help me resurrect, become a servant under my skirt, of course, you can also choose to die now, I will make you die very painfully, very painfully.】

A-Yue Weiqi didn't die, and soon received the second prompt—

【Keep quiet, pretend to be normal, don't be nervous. Don't expose your identity.】

At the same time, A-Yue Weiqi also possessed some memories, memories about certain items inside the jars.

【Evil Object—Fragment of the Goddess's Skirt.】

【Effect: Convert personnel faction, let them become a divine servant.】

【Disadvantage: The target will not receive any blessing of power, nor will they receive the goddess's memory.】

Because there was no other memory of the goddess, A-Yue Weiqi didn't know which jars could be opened and which could not.

A-Yue Weiqi could only wait patiently. He actually hoped... the "goddess" would never give orders.

Deep in A-Yue Weiqi's heart, he didn't want himself to harm people.

And not long after, Wen Xishu gave an instruction—everyone is not allowed to touch the jars.

This led to A-Yue Weiqi exposing himself if he continued to do so.

This also saved A-Yue Weiqi's life in logic. The "goddess" didn't know when the next divine servant would appear...

So the "goddess" wouldn't easily expose A-Yue Weiqi.

However, not long ago, after Wen Xishu and a group of squad leaders drafted the strategy and policy for opening the jars...

A-Yue Weiqi finally received the first prompt—

That was to find the bottle containing the sealed object "skirt belt."

That was a more powerful "divine servant" capturer, used to manufacture "divine guards."

Clearly, the goddess had already begun to lay out, wanting to make Wen Xishu her servant, a higher-level servant.

Once Wen Xishu also fell...

Then there is no doubt that everyone here would be played to death by the goddess.

The goddess would find her body here, break the seal, and return to the world.

A-Yue Weiqi actually had a struggle in his heart.

After all... he knew that if he did this, everyone here wouldn't be able to go home.

But he couldn't resist.

Wen Xishu finally walked to the jar pointed to by A-Yue Weiqi:

"A-Yue Weiqi, I will open this jar."

At this moment, A-Yue Weiqi really wanted to say:

"Don't open it! Lord Wen Xishu! There is... there is dirty stuff inside!"

But the moment this thought rose, he felt endless terror and coldness.

At that moment, the fear from the depths of his soul made him show a stiff and raw smile:

"Wish... wish you good luck."

A-Yue Weiqi said so, but gradually, he didn't seem to struggle so much.

It seemed the longer the time... the stronger the enslavement effect of the divine servant.

At this very moment, everyone's heart was in their throat, watching Wen Xishu's operation, everyone holding their breath.

The moment Wen Xishu pulled out the bottle stopper of the jar, everyone couldn't help but take a step back.

As if there was some kind of tide in the jar pushing them away.

Wen Xishu turned the jar upside down on the ground and finally found that he got a finger.

That was definitely not a woman's finger, at least not the goddess's finger in the mural.

Wen Xishu picked up the finger and played with it. Then, he held the finger in his hand and showed it to the crowd:

"It seems my luck is not bad, I survived."

A-Yue Weiqi's face was incomparably shocked.

At this time, in A-Yue Weiqi's mind, a woman's voice was saying:

"Impossible!" "Impossible!" "Impossible!!"

A-Yue Weiqi smiled; he felt joy that Lord Wen Xishu could survive.

But that smile also carried terror.

He didn't know what would happen to himself, didn't know if he would die in the game because he didn't complete the goddess's task.

According to reason, Lord Wen Xishu should be holding the goddess's skirt belt at this time, and like himself, become the goddess's slave.

But this scene didn't happen.

What Lord Wen Xishu was holding in his hand was a finger of the God-Slayer.

When Wen Xishu held the finger in his hand and showed it around, everyone saw a dialogue box full of garbled characters.

A-Yue Weiqi also saw it.

Zheng Zai said:

"Little brother... we can't understand this, what is its attribute?"

Wen Xishu realized that his magic resistance was leading by a gap, causing him to be able to interpret things that others couldn't.

Inside here, perhaps there was also space for operation.

But at the moment, Wen Xishu was still very honest and said:

"I will read it out to everyone..."

【Item Name: God-Slayer's Finger.】

【Effect: When there are shoe-woman items hidden in the jar, the finger will automatically knock on the jar.】

【Disadvantage: Disrespect to God needs to be punished, so this finger can only take effect three times a day.】

【Advantage: This item can be brought out of this scene after the mission ends and survival is successful. After being brought out, the attribute will change, turning into a consumable that can be devoured; devouring this finger can increase "spiritual perception."】

Wen Xishu didn't hide anything and recounted the fact that this thing could only take effect three times a day.

The crowd became excited.

Xiao Jin exclaimed:

"Wow, Brother Shu, your luck is too heaven-defying! How can there be someone like you who is both strong and has explosive luck!"

Xiao Jin cheered from the bottom of his heart.

The existence of this thing meant that as long as "shoe objects" were hidden in the jars, they could be known in advance by people.

Although only three times... but the first three jars could open good things!

Wang Yueyun said:

"Is this... really luck?"

Wang Yueyun didn't believe it was luck; unlike others, the reason he came to take risks was to learn.

So every move Wen Xishu made, Wang Yueyun remembered.

He now, like Ling Fu, fixed his gaze on A-Yue Weiqi.

Ling Fu was a bit puzzled:

"Really strange, A-Yue Weiqi... if he was affected by the jar, the result given should be bad, how did Wen Xishu open a good result?"

A-Yue Weiqi's reaction, Ling Fu didn't miss a single frame.

So Ling Fu could almost be sure that A-Yue Weiqi intended to pit Wen Xishu, but was turned into magic by Wen Xishu.

"The means of the number one person in the Mysterious Tower are really many. Perhaps I shouldn't... have the thought of confrontation?"

"Now he has mastered the greatest initiative, and this time, his reputation has also reached the peak..."

The smile on Ling Fu's face became brilliant.

Wen Xishu indeed relied on means.

It could be said that such a perfect start was the result of the combination of the Scorpio Cheating Knife and the Crazy Die.

The Cheating Knife found people of the hostile faction.

And the Upside Down of the Crazy Die allowed Wen Xishu to reverse a wrong choice into a correct choice.

He had already consumed one such ability.

Of course, even without these two...

Wen Xishu also had ways to deal with this level, but he could no longer lead by example. Because he needed cannon fodder.

Wen Xishu said:

"This finger can avoid encountering evil objects when opening the jars next. In other words, the next three results of encountering dangerous jars can be excluded by us."

At this time, someone in the crowd had already raised their hand:

"Lord Wen Xishu, I'll do it! I'll open the next jar."

Wen Xishu was very happy:

"Okay, you do it. Absolutely no problem, thank you very much for your cooperation. But what I want to say is..."

"I don't intend to use such a precious thing as a finger on others."

That person belonged to Lang Haidu's group and originally intended to rush up, find a jar, and then borrow the God-Slayer's finger that Wen Xishu opened.

But this sentence from Wen Xishu immediately interrupted the other party's movement, making him freeze in place.

Wen Xishu smiled:

"The things I open naturally belong to me; it can protect me from opening more jars... opening more effective props that can be brought out of here."

"Just now, I took a great risk to open the jar, so here, I also have to say hello to everyone."

Wen Xishu paused deliberately, and after everyone quieted down, he said:

"The things you open, you can use them at will, you can take them to help others, or you can not help. The things opened belong to you. Good or bad are yours."

"No one can morally kidnap you and make you use this item to help him open the jars."

"If there are any items that can allow you to open the jars and avoid some risks, I suggest you use them on yourself. Open a few more jars."

"Also, everyone must be very hungry, right? I'm hungry too; there is a huge dining room here, enough for hundreds of us to sit around. But I guess... if the jars are not opened enough, we will all have to go hungry, or rather... only those who open the jars will not go hungry."

Wen Xishu was very calm:

"So, I hope you can be more enthusiastic about opening the jars."

"Just now we have 28 jars left to open, we have four groups in total, that is, each group arranges seven people; our group has already sent me, now there are 27 jars left, the other three groups can start drafting the list now."

This finger is indeed a good start.

But without the participation of cannon fodder, Wen Xishu didn't think a finger could do anything.

After all, the number of jars in a day needs to be opened by dozens.

After Wen Xishu's speech, all groups began to discuss.

There is no doubt that those who open the jars and survive are heroes.

While everyone was discussing...

Wen Xishu came to A-Yue Weiqi's side and called A-Yue Weiqi to a place alone:

"Is it very surprising?"

A-Yue Weiqi was startled.

Wen Xishu was actually planning whether to execute A-Yue Weiqi after opening the jar.

He also thought about whether A-Yue Weiqi's value had been squeezed dry?

So Wen Xishu came to A-Yue Weiqi's side and began to test A-Yue Weiqi.

"You... you wouldn't..." A-Yue Weiqi was trembling with fear.

Wen Xishu nodded:

"My magic resistance is very high, giving me some privileges; yes, I found you, A-Yue Weiqi. You and us are not on the same side."

A-Yue Weiqi knelt on the ground with a thud:

But Wang Yueyun himself did not retreat:

"Me too."

Zheng Zai raised his hand:

"Little brother, me too, me too!"

Nisen naturally did not shrink back:

"If I participate in this vortex... will I become a bunker hero?"

Xiao Jin whispered:

"Brother Nisen, if this vortex is eliminated, I will have my grandfather take care of you!"

Nisen didn't understand the gold content of this sentence, just very excited:

"Oh oh oh! I can't wait to set off!"

Wen Xishu smiled:

"Since you are willing to come, then I won't force it."

Heading to the vortex is equivalent to entering the Mysterious Tower; according to past data, the survival rate can be said to be nine deaths and one life.

So everyone was very clear, including everyone in each team who had started to battle the vortexes...

They were gambling with their lives.

It's just that Wang Yueyun and the others were lucky to be by Wen Xishu's side, increasing their survival probability.

But Wen Xishu always chose the most difficult things to do, which increased the probability of death, so the final result was hard to say whether it was more difficult or easier.

But for Wang Yueyun, there was no reason that when even ordinary people, non-academy people, were fighting for their lives... he would hide in the safe house.

Nisen and Xiao Jin were the same.

Wen Xishu said:

"Let's go."

The six-person squad quickly walked out of the safe house and began to formally participate in the action to eliminate the Great Devouring.

Wen Xishu walked at the very front; he knew the range of each vortex by heart, because he had been observing the images of the safe house.

As the leader, Wen Xishu's pace was fast, fast enough to make people afraid that he would make a mistake.

At this very moment, the scene outside the safe house was also a mess...

Even under the arrangement of professional personnel, residents of the lower and second levels began to head to the elevator to evacuate to the third floor...

But there were still quite a few people who, out of greed, were afraid of going too late and being devoured by the expanding vortex... so they cut in line, or chose the route they thought was the closest to the queue inspection area of the elevator.

Chaos has a domino effect; once someone starts to be chaotic... it will trigger greater chaos.

So quite a few people deviated from the planned route and were eventually sucked into the vortex.

Fortunately, although the vortex had a recommended number of people, it would not refuse others from entering because the number of people exceeded the limit.

Wen Xishu looked at this chaotic second floor, his heart having no ripples.

He knew very well what people could do to survive.

He also knew very well that this situation, let alone the bunker, would exist in his previous life.

The best way was to disintegrate the Great Devouring in the fastest time.

Actually, in the elevator queue area, there would also be people acting up, but they happened to meet Xun Hui.

Xun Hui chose to kill the people acting up directly. The heads were hung at the entrance of the elevator, which also caused the order in the elevator area to improve significantly.

Xun Hui and Wen Renjing were also arranged to participate in the white vortex assault.

The two even thought about competing with the old Master and that elder, comparing with them to see who eliminated the most vortexes.

Wen Renjing looked at the huge orange vortex in the sky:

"That vortex... the expansion speed is too fast; I suppose quite a few people have already died inside, right?"

Xun Hui said:

"Why, do you want to go?"

Wen Renjing shook his head and smiled:

"Every trade has its master; it's better to leave that thing to Wen Xishu."

Xun Hui heard the faint joy in Wen Renjing's heart:

"You seem quite happy? Right now, quite a few people are dying."

Wen Renjing said:

"That is something we cannot change; I also have my desires and selfishness, Xun Hui; I hope Wen Xishu becomes a hero."

"If Wen Xishu really solves that vortex... I am thinking, perhaps he would have the ability to let certain settled events be restarted?"

Xun Hui did not answer, only saying:

"You pray first that the two of us can survive in the white vortex, and that he can survive in the orange vortex."

"Don't think that just because miracles have appeared many times, it's taken for granted."

Wen Renjing nodded:

"Good, but can you promise me not to be so rigid in the vortex?"

Xun Hui thought for a moment and nodded.

Wen Xishu and the others couldn't care about anything else; the only thing they had to do now was to head to the orange vortex, the largest orange vortex.

Soon, several people also arrived at the location of that orange vortex, with no one falling behind.

When the six-person squad finally entered the vortex area...

The consciousness of the six people began to tremble.

Not just consciousness, but even their bodies began to fly uncontrollably toward the location of the vortex.

It was just that unlike others... the expressions of the six people were not that fearful or desperate. Nor did they let out any exclamations.

Wen Xishu and the other five held hands, as if they were going to perform fancy skydiving at high altitude.

The orange light became more and more intense, more and more blinding...

The suction of the vortex also became stronger and stronger; everyone felt as if they were sinking into the deep sea, under a huge ocean current, unable to help themselves...

As if some abyss was devouring them.

Wen Xishu closed his eyes, his heart only worrying about one thing... this time, wouldn't there be no blessing of the crazy die?

Although entering the vortex is equivalent to climbing the Mysterious Tower, this way of entering is clearly different from climbing the Mysterious Tower.

The essence of the vortex is like a portal, so Wen Xishu was very worried; in the case of not needing to use a login device, could the crazy die play a role?

Or whether this thing could deal with the Great Devouring.

Just when Wen Xishu was still surprised whether he would "go through the process"...

The process came.

His tightly locked brows instantly relaxed.

【Welcome to the Three Towers Game.】

【Detected special item "Crazy Die," do you want to roll?】

At the same time, Wen Xishu also received another prompt.

【The orange item Scorpio's Cheating Knife you hold will provide you with the following functions throughout the entire process of this round of tower climbing...】

These two prompts made Wen Xishu's whole heart bloom, no less than a transmigrator hearing a "ding" sound in the first episode of a novel.

At the same time, in Wen Xishu's field of vision, the orange luster disappeared, replaced by...

A piece of gray darkness.

There was no rest area; when Wen Xishu realized that the new scene construction was completed...

He had already arrived at the Mysterious Tower, an unknown level.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 139 =====

Nightfall.

Actually, there is no such thing as night. In the cellar, it is eternal night.

But Wen Xishu still found a clock in the study.

There were six hours left until the end of this day. It was now equivalent to six o'clock in the evening.

It was the time when the night began.

After experiencing the brat, Wen Xishu opening the cans, and Ayovich being headshot...

Order was finally restored, and all chaos was temporarily suppressed.

And now, a new round of the can-opening journey had arrived.

Excluding Wen Xishu's group, the other three groups all chose seven people to open the cans.

In Ling Fu's group, besides the six old, weak, sick, and disabled... there was actually one of the group leaders, Ling Chen.

Wen Xishu was slightly surprised. Why did Ling Fu want Ling Chen to open the cans?

He always felt that Ling Fu should be a person with many ideas.

Thinking about it, he realized... perhaps the relationship between Ling Chen and Ling Fu was not like brothers on the surface.

As for Wen Xishu's side, Wen Xishu intended to open three more cans tonight.

For the remaining can-opening, Wen Xishu arranged for a few strangers in the group. They were very convinced by Wen Xishu and had no resistance at all.

At this very moment, in the center of the hall, over three hundred cans were placed; they were some cans that everyone had moved from other rooms.

Wen Xishu pondered:

Cans cannot be opened in private. It is best for everyone to open cans in a place where everyone can watch.

Everyone agreed with this point.

And so, the four groups, over two hundred people, all began to watch the can-opening.

And the next person to open a can was none other than Ling Chen.

Ling Chen looked back at Ling Fu. Ling Fu sat on the ground, very calm, seemingly completely indifferent to his younger brother's life or death.

But Ling Chen seemed very afraid of his older brother.

He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, lifted the can directly, and smashed it onto the ground!

Wen Xishu didn't actually think so much, he just said: