In room 1408, the air gradually warmed up.

Outside the window, the pitch-black night gradually brightened, and a faint gray fog filled the air outside.

Blood dripped onto the floor. Zixu covered his face with one hand and looked at Qin Nuo with gloomy eyes.

Qin Nuo held the blood-stained bone-breaking hammer and looked at Zixu indifferently.

"So, you discovered it from the beginning?" Zi Xu spoke with cold eyes, one hand placed silently behind his back.

Qin Nuo rubbed his face with his fingers. The exaggerated performance just now made his muscles stiff.

"Discover?"

"Not really. It's a no-brainer."

Qin Nuo shook his head: "According to your brain, you shouldn't ignore such an obvious loophole. Ghosts can't kill you. Everything is an illusion."

"You won't really die."

Zixu said, "But perhaps there is another possibility. I am indeed not dead, but I am trapped in the illusion that I am dead?"

Zixu looked at Qin Nuo and asked, "How can you be so smart that you can't think of this level?"

Qin Nuo shrugged: "Sorry, I have a simple mind and didn't think so much."

In fact, Qin Nuo was not 100% sure of his thoughts at the beginning. He thought there was a certain probability that Zixu was indeed killed by his own ghost and eliminated.

But after Shenjingxixi and Yun's trial by lying on the minefield, he confirmed his guess.

Zixu's pretending to be dead and his realistic acting made Qin Nuo realize that he was the most important player in this room.

Smart people will not do meaningless things for no reason.

The aromatherapy placed at the bedside is one of them.

Probably guessing the effect of the aromatherapy, as a backup plan just in case, Qin Nuo deliberately put a lit Constantine cigarette in Zixu's mouth and kept one for himself.

In addition to the psychic effect, Constantine's diffuse fog can also help dispel illusions.

Although Constantine only had one cigarette left this time, it did help a lot.

Zixu stared at Qin Nuo, then suddenly smiled, stood up straight, and seemed to relax all over: "Okay, Brother Meiying, we don't have to be so stiff with each other."

"I was just joking with you."

"There are only ten minutes left before the end of the game. Let's not let that fake game prompt confuse us and kill each other."

"The fact that we've persisted until now proves that we're both the most qualified to take on this horror movie."

Zixu extended his hand, a smile on his face, and said with a grin, "Let's shake hands and make peace. I played this trick just to win easily."

"After all, for someone like me who managed to get to this place by lying down, I can only resort to such shady and despicable means, otherwise I can't have any fun."

"It's all about making a living, more friends means more opportunities."

Zixu looked into Qin Nuo's eyes with a smile.

Qin Nuo was silent, then said: "If you were a little dumber and your acting skills were a little worse, I would actually be happy to shake hands with you."

"Think carefully, it's impossible for us to complete this dungeon together, even if the quest prompt is fake, because I, like you, am looking for the most secure person."

"We're all worried about being stabbed in the back at the last second!"

"There must be something hidden in your hand right now. Isn't it ridiculous to shake hands?"

Qin Nuo sneered.

Zixu blinked, put away his unreliable smile, and said seriously: "Sure enough, dealing with smart guys is a troublesome thing."

Zixu scratched his hair and looked extremely troubled.

Then, in a second, he quickly swung out his other arm.

Two silver needles shot out from the sleeve needle above, with a flash of cold light, stabbing towards Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo was prepared and dodged sideways. One of the swords scratched his face and a drop of blood flowed out.

When he looked back, Zixu rushed in front of him at an astonishing speed. When he grabbed with one hand, Qin Nuo quickly swung a hammer and smashed his palm again.

Zixu didn't care at all, and his bloody hands tightly grasped Qin Nuo's shoulders.

Looking at Qin Nuo, Zixu suddenly sneered: "You're right, only one can survive, and that person must be me!"

Qin Nuo's eyes moved, and he discovered that a large amount of highly toxic liquid was oozing out of Zixu's hand, staining his skin and quickly seeping into his pores.

Immediately afterwards, the skin on his body began to darken visibly and spread rapidly.

"Take a minute to feel it carefully. After all, I spent a lot of money to get this poisonous ghost." Zixu said, wanting to pull his hand away and keep a safe distance.

But then he found that he couldn't pull his hand away.

It was like a layer of glue stuck on it, and at this moment, Zixu saw something, his pupils contracted and his pores.

Qin Nuo saw a black wing tattoo spreading up from his chest. After coming into contact with the spreading poison, it evaporated instantly.

Moreover, when Zixu pulled out his hand, he found that a black curse mark like a small insect was crawling on his hand and quickly drilled under his skin.

"What the hell is this?" Zixu's face changed drastically, and he felt a strong sense of unease.

Qin Nuo blinked and looked at the black and white wing tattoo on his chest that was gradually shrinking back: "Dream..."

"Is that the contracted ghost in your body?"

Zixu's pupils shrank slightly, and he shook his head in disbelief, saying, "That's impossible. One of the rules of the free unlimited dungeon is that contracted ghosts are not allowed to participate, otherwise it will disrupt the balance of the game."

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