And there are three of them.
Wujiao had an unhappy look on his face, his eyes fixed on the trial-taker, frightening him so much that he quickly lowered his head.
"Where are you guys going?"
But as she asked, she couldn't help but look at Lin Fan a few more times.
"Xiangyu, the closer to Donghu Lake, the better."
The trial-taker nodded slightly, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself, as if he had something to convey.
Lin Fan glanced at Wujiao strangely and said:
"If a client lets the trialist speak, will that be a violation of the rules?"
Wujiao was startled for a moment, dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, but he could only smile and say:
"The customer is God. If you ask, I will definitely not violate it."
The old man wondered, "Gui also believes in God?"
The footless weirdo chuckled and said, "I'm just borrowing your human's famous saying. We weirdos don't believe in superstition."
"Do you have anything to say?"
Lin Fan ignored the old man's antics and turned to ask the trial-taker.
"I can't get out. Can you help me? I can tell you all the rules of the horror scenes around me."
Can’t get out?
Lin Fan frowned slightly, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.
Logically speaking, there are only two types of trial rules: either you can solve it, or you die.
It’s strange that I can’t go out.
Moreover, even though he clearly couldn't get out, there wasn't a trace of despair or fear on the trial-taker's face.
"What are the trial rules for this scenario?"
Lin Fan asked Wujiao strangely this question.
Then he took out 100 ghost money as a tip for asking.
"Hey, what's the point of giving ghost money? If you want to know something, just ask directly."
The unhappiness in Wujiao Guiyi's heart disappeared instantly. He snatched the ghost money and couldn't help but take a deep breath into his nose.
"Our rules are very simple. As long as you can work flawlessly at your post, you will receive the corresponding amount of ghost money."
"Like this ticket maker, one ticket costs a full 200 ghost money!"
Lin Fan sneered in his heart. 200 yuan for one ticket was indeed a lot, but Lin Fan saw clearly that the ticket must be written strictly according to the regulations. A difference of one millimeter would mean failure.
It's like if your hand shakes, your life will be gone.
"Then, if you can create 10 tickets within 24 hours, with each ticket taking no more than ten minutes, you can pass the trial."
"After 24 hours, if we don't receive 10 tickets, the ticket count will be reset and start from zero."
After it finished introducing itself, Lin Fan asked curiously, "Then why can't she get out?"
Wujiao sneered strangely and said, "Humans just like to kill each other. Someone gave us ghost money and asked us to take the customer to other ticket makers."
The old man couldn't help but ask: "Then why did you bring us here?"
"I'm just a sweeper, he didn't give me any ghost money."
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