Shekh's brow furrowed; he found it hard to believe that such a fierce-looking, tall man could let out such a piercing scream.

With a click of the lock, the four players felt half the living room shrouded in Shekh's shadow. The ever-expanding shadow was like a death knell, drawing ever closer to them.

"Aren't you tired? You've taken care of a few."

In the extremely tense atmosphere, Shi Jinzhe suddenly spoke up, startling the bald man.

He was flustered and wanted to say, "Could you please speak more quietly?" But then he thought, "These two seem to be in cahoots."

This is like walking into a den of thieves!

Ignoring the four people sitting in a row, Shi Jinzhe controlled Jin Teng to pour Shehe a cup of hot tea first, while he himself slowly walked towards the door with the bouquet of flowers he had repaired.

Shekh caught the teacup: "I dealt with about thirty or forty of them. There were a few with very good mental fortitude who would calmly resist when they saw me, but they didn't succeed."

"It's still a bit too few. Apart from the people at the very front, let's try to solve as many problems as we can with the people at the back."

The two men talked as if no one else was around, unaware that their words were being interpreted as...

"How many people have you killed?"

"Only thirty or forty."

"Not enough, kill them all!"

He shuddered and furtively peeked at Shi Jinzhe. Just moments ago, Shi Jinzhe had seemed so refined and polite, but now he looked like a scoundrel.

He exchanged glances with the other three, realizing they couldn't just sit and wait to die; they had to save themselves.

The bald man first gave the bespectacled driver a wink, telling him to act according to the situation, and then he took charge of distracting the two men.

"Excuse me…"

He mustered his courage and looked up, only to see that scoundrel lowering his head to kiss the snake demon. His eyes widened in shock.

Upon seeing him, Shi Jinzhe turned his head to look at him. He quickly lowered his head and said, "It's too late, we won't bother you any longer! We'll be leaving now."

"Aren't you staying overnight?"

"No, no, no, no!" The bald man couldn't stand such death threats and kept shaking his head. "We're leaving now."

That's terrifying.

That's a snake, with such a huge tail, can't this man see it?

What kind of otherworldly Xu Xian is this?

"It's very cold outside. Didn't you ask to stay overnight?"

Compared to Shekh's cold face, Shi Jinzhe was relatively mild-mannered, but what Baldy feared most was this kind of two-faced person, who could be tricked to death without anyone knowing when.

"Is Mr. Li afraid of me?"

The bald man was about to deny it instinctively when he broke out in a cold sweat.

How does he know his last name?!

"Don't be afraid, just hand over your group's Golden Butterfly to me."

Shi Jinzhe learned from the system that since the number of butterflies in this round of the game is far less than the number of players, players can choose to team up and send each other a butterfly.

But two thousand miles beyond the ice field lies a vast ocean, which is too difficult for the players. They must replenish the butterfly's vitality to help it fly across the boundless ocean.

When the bald man heard that the butterfly was required, he thought to himself that it would be worse than losing his life. If the butterfly was gone, the game would be lost.

But when that hand was stretched out in front of him, palm up, it was clear that there was no room for negotiation.

The driver with glasses pushed his bald head and said, "Just give it to him. If we fail, we'll just get points deducted. It's better than dying."

The bald man thought so too, but he was still a little hesitant.

In his peripheral vision, the snake's tail, shimmering with a golden light, began to slither around him. Looking at Shi Jinzhe, whose smile couldn't reach his eyes, he had a sudden thought and blurted out, "Mr. Xu, if I give you butterflies, will you let us leave?"

...

"Oh."

People can actually laugh when they're in a state of extreme speechlessness.

Shi Jinzhe raised one hand, flicked his fingers, and the sound of wood rolling quickly filled the house.

The orderly arranged logs twisted and mutated, and in everyone's eyes, the wood twisted and tangled, instantly transforming from lifeless wood into several writhing vines.

A cold wind swept in, and the wooden house, which had been warm just moments before, now had its roof wide open, leaving only swaying vines, like ghostly figures seeking death.

"I'll give it to you." The bald man didn't hesitate any longer, ran back to the car, and took out a small butterfly that was only half a meter long.

A golden butterfly landed on a piece of wood, looking rather lifeless, and was encased in a transparent box.

The bald man reluctantly handed it over, and as soon as he let go of the box, he took small steps back, thinking he could take the opportunity to escape.

Sher touched the golden butterfly's antennae through the glass, and to his surprise, it responded, repeatedly using its antennae to hook Sher's fingers.

“It recognizes us.”

"It's the one we had before; it even offered you honey."

"It's a little weak."

Schech crushed the glass, and the golden butterfly, which had been held in place by its outstretched wings for a long time, fluttered about, taking quite a while to regain its flight.

When the time came, I cut my arm and exposed the wound to the butterflies, letting them suckle freely.

The butterfly, its wingspan having grown back, flapped its wings incessantly, and with its body regaining its size, each flap could stir up a strong wind.

The group of people who had run halfway were stunned.

The enormous, golden, glowing butterfly was so stunning that they forgot to run.

Only when the golden butterfly flapped its wings for the last time, folding them back up and revealing a large purple snake coiled behind it, did they return from their dreamlike paradise to their hellish escape, screaming as they ran back to their car.

The wind stirred up by the butterfly greatly accelerated the car's escape speed. The four people dared not rest all night. When day came, the butterfly stopped waiting for them, and the four people had to keep up with the butterfly's speed.

After two days and one night, the bald quartet had fled two thousand miles and actually caught up with the team that was third in progress.

But before they could even rejoice, they saw the mysterious little cabin again just two days later.

A mysterious wooden house with unusual activity, a ferocious purple giant snake, a seemingly easy-going but self-harming male owner, and a blindfolded woman who appears and disappears unpredictably.

These key elements became a nightmare that players couldn't escape no matter how they tried.

A group of people didn't want to go near the wooden house, so they faced the sea and escaped reality.

After three days of intimidation by Shi Jinzhe and Shehe, except for those who were truly beyond help, 70% of the players in this round were forced to enter the journey beyond 4,000 miles in the fourth week, achieving a historic breakthrough.

But they were only seeing each other off to the west, not to the Western Paradise, so they stopped at the seaside.

Inside the cabin, Shi Jinzhe fed the last golden butterfly that hadn't been sustained, then got up to see the player with the highest progress leave.

Fu Guan blocked the doorway, saying, "Give me two more gold leaves, and I'll help you deliver the other butterflies to their destination."

Although he didn't know why Shi Jinzhe and Shehe were here, and they didn't seem to be from the player faction, that wasn't a problem.

A smart person doesn't ask many questions; as long as he gets gold leaves, he'll agree to anything.

“You can absolutely trust me.” Fu Guan made a money-counting gesture. “I’m here to help people in this round of the game. I’m guaranteed to pass with 40 million, so giving away one is the same as giving away another. I might as well give away a few more.”

“That makes sense. Then you can deliver a few more along the way.” Shi Jinzhe called the system to deliver people, and before disappearing, he told Fu Guanzai, “I’ll give you the rest if you can deliver them all.”