A chilly atmosphere spread throughout the room, but this atmosphere came from a tree on the mountain.

"What?"

Shan Xiaoyi Mu frowned and stared at the door suspiciously, as if there was something behind it?

"The will-o'-the-wisp is jumping so fast, who is behind the door?"

Yamatake looked at the will-o'-the-wisp in his hand with suspicion. The will-o'-the-wisp was trembling in his hand, like a flame that was about to be extinguished by a strong wind.

"Could it be that strange sailor?"

Yamakoto Yimu's eyes suddenly focused, and he subconsciously locked his suspicion on the strange creature.

But then he shook his head again.

"It could be it. There are still nearly four minutes left before the ten-minute mark. It may make other moves before the time is up."

Yamako Ikki's research on the game of ghost stories shows that the rules are an insurmountable part, and except for the one with Hua Wujue, there has basically never been any deviation from this general direction.

"More likely... Armin."

Shan Yimu's face turned cold, his eyes were filled with coldness, and then he sneered.

"Even if it's you, what are you going to do? Are you going to force the door open?!"

Yamako Ikki sneered and shook his head repeatedly.

If you break the rules, you will definitely pay the price.

First, let's talk about whether this door can be forced open.

Yes, it can, and that’s the point.

The point is what would that rotten sailor do?

People don't have a second life to try and fail, Armin, would you gamble?

Or maybe...prediction!

Shan 꼇 Yi Mu sat like an old monk, staring coldly at the door, waiting for the show to begin.

I don't think the door can really be forced open, and that rotten sailor will interfere.

Then when the door opens, the quiet room 102 will definitely be flooded with a crazy crowd.

By then, even if you have some strange powers, it doesn't matter. If your life is about to end, who cares if you are a person with special abilities? ...Hehe.

"Human, Armin, would you do that?"

There was a gleam in Shanzhi Yimu's eyes.

Although in these two rounds of games, Armin's character image is not good.

He was called a cold-blooded person, a liar, an ungrateful bastard, an executioner, etc.

But Shan Yimu saw clearly that everything Armin did was to make this game more inclined to himself.

In other words.

Necessary people will play a decisive role when they come into the spotlight.

In the first round of the game, Armin tricked the players and sold them to Weird as merchandise.

Logically speaking, after learning from the previous experience, the players who join later will definitely not believe a word of the other party again.

But the situation developed in exactly the opposite way.

In the second round of the game, Armin used ghost cookies to eliminate the ghost threats of the players, thereby winning some favor. He also offset most of the vigilance by taking risks himself and saving everyone in times of crisis.

So much so that in the end, when Armin asked them to recite the strange Ivy Code, the player would subconsciously follow it.

Because in their subconscious, although Armin's actions in the first round were a bit authentic, in the second round, he really compensated them and did not show any tendency to harm them.

So if I do what he says, something should happen, right?

This is exactly the effect Armin wanted.

"Armin, you are such a fascinating guy. When did you start this game?"

Shan 꼇 Yi Mu spoke from the bottom of his heart, but there was despair in his eyes.

If it were him, there would be no need to go through so much trouble. He could just use conspiracy and force them to die! There would be no need for such hypocritical means.

"If you are hypocritical, the dagger you raise will eventually fall on your own hands."

Yama꼇 Ikki covered his entire body with will-o'-the-wisp fire, waiting for the show to begin.

The door was forced open and the crowd outside rushed in. For his own benefit, Armin killed them all to ensure his own spot.

In this case, Armin's last bit of hypocritical humanity will collapse, and his words will no longer have any credibility.

The eight players he had deliberately let go of were all in vain.

No one will believe him!

Or, negotiate with myself, open the door, and occupy room 102 together, and unconditionally throw out six places, letting the people outside the door kill each other.

The strong will live there.

In this way, he not only did not abandon his false benevolence and false righteousness, but also guaranteed his own quota, which can be said to be killing two birds with one stone.

"You're a smart guy, I know which one you'll choose."

A smile flashed across Yamako Ikki's mouth. He was not worried that Armin, who forced the door open, would kill him.

For such a guy, a more valuable guinea pig is far more in line with his interests than a worthless one.

So no matter which option it is, Armin will definitely kill him.

Unless he feels that he cannot be controlled by him.

Thinking of this, Yamako Ichimu's smile became even brighter.

If Armin really killed him, he would not only regret his miscalculation, but would also be excited.

What does this mean?

He, Armin, is just a facade! He is afraid of me!

Yama꼇 Ikki chuckled, as if he had thought of something, something very worth being happy about.

I didn't notice the doorknob turning at all.

"Wait, what?!"

Shan Yimu's response was still very quick. The twisting of the door handle quickly drew his attention back, with a look of deep belief in his eyes.

"It's actually a key! How did he get it?"

Shan 꼇 Yi Mu's eyes fixed, staring at the door handle.

There was a key to the door, which he had already figured out.

But this key, shouldn't it be in the strange person's possession?

Wait...weird?

A tree on the mountain seemed to have thought of something, and its eyes suddenly brightened.

What happened next seemed to confirm his thoughts.

“Crack!”

The door was opened.

"Hurry, hurry, brothers, get in!"

Countless anxious and frightened faces swarmed in like a swarm of swarms, and every mountain and tree was suddenly buried in the waves of the crowd.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Shan Yimu, who came over, suddenly had real anger in his eyes. The will-o'-the-wisp fire on his body spread out in the surroundings, burning the players who approached and making them tremble with fear, as if ice had penetrated their bones.

"ah!"

"Yamako Ichiki, what are you doing?! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

The players around were shocked and angry. Looking at the player rolling on the ground in pain, they angrily questioned Shan꼇 Yimu.

"Haha...what are you doing?"

Shan 꼇 Yi Mu sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"ah!"

"You, damn it! Please, let me in!"

Shan 꼇 Yi Mu was like an emotionless robot, indifferent to all the requests for mercy and scolding.

The will-o'-the-wisp fire on his body was like a bloody mouth, jumping and flying back and forth on the players one by one. One player after another fell to the ground, gradually forming a small hill at the door.

The commotion at 102 is gradually dying down.

"Damn, I got tricked."

Shan Xiaoyimu looked a little ugly. He sat casually on the bed buried by corpses, his face cold, and no one knew what he was thinking.