The last name, Zaun, is particularly jarring, as he has only completed thirty-eight so far.
I'll circle you, you idiot!
Zuan finally understood why the ferryman next door had completely ignored him when he tried to talk to him earlier; the ferryman was busy with the competition and didn't want to waste his time with him.
Zuan took a deep breath and asked, "What time is it now?"
Now that he's in the underworld, he doesn't know the exact time here. He hopes there will be another day, so he can think of a way out.
Even if it's just half a day, there might still be a chance. You can ask the Black and White Impermanence, as well as Ox-Head and Horse-Face for help, and see if you can turn the tables.
Just then, the voice rang out: "It is now the second watch of the night, and there is about an hour left before the deadline."
Zuan: "..."
"Aren't you my old friend? You sent me in only to face this ridiculous situation?"
"I don't understand what you're saying. This competition will be conducted in accordance with the principles of fairness, impartiality, and transparency."
At this moment, sparks flew from Zuan's eyes; he was tempted to kill.
Even if he were in an aircraft carrier, he couldn't catch up in such a short time!
He glanced at the ferrymen of the River of Oblivion beside him, and suddenly a thought struck him: to win the championship, it didn't necessarily have to be about ferrying the most people.
If I just eliminate all the players ranked ahead of me, won't I be number one?
Just as he was about to act, the giant statue's voice resounded in his mind again: "I advise you not to do this. This time, the competition is about who can guide the most souls, not who is the strongest among the ferrymen of the River of Oblivion. These ferrymen are all people with great merit. If you kill them and take their treasures, the sins you commit will be greater than the merits you gain. You might even fall into the Avici Hell. Moreover, each ferryman has the secret techniques of the River of Oblivion. On the River of Oblivion, you may not be able to defeat them."
Zuan gritted his teeth and said, "But what am I supposed to do with so little time left!"
The voice fell silent for a moment before saying, "I don't know why you're here. You still have my residual scent on you, but since you were sent here, there must be a reason. I believe you can do it."
Zuan said coldly, "Besides offering words of encouragement, can't you provide any other help?"
A thought struck him: judging from this guy's tone, it seemed that he and the giant statue outside were separate entities, even though they were the same being, their thoughts and memories were not connected.
"I just reminded you that I've already given you the greatest help, otherwise you would already be sinking into the deepest hell," the voice said.
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