He now felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
But the domineering CEO always maintains a calm demeanor.
"I'm certain that none of the fifteen programs I've memorized included trapeze artists. Don't question me."
Lu Xingyun certainly wouldn't question him, but rather...
What should they do when they encounter facts that contradict the rules?
Which one should we rely on to ensure that it is correct?
Lu Xingyun leaned back lazily in his chair, propping his face up with the back of his hand. After a while, a smirk appeared on his lips.
Aloof and playful.
"This is suddenly interesting, let's take another look."
The performance was wonderful, but it was a bit short, less than ten minutes.
Lu Xingyun was still enjoying himself when he heard Bo Zijin clapping alone beside him.
The crisp sound of slapping echoed throughout the theater troupe.
To draw everyone's attention.
Fortunately, the lights were not yet on, and the surroundings were all hazy shadows.
Lu Xingyun looked around.
"Hey, nobody's clapping. Everyone's so indifferent."
The reply received was...
--silence.
Sure enough, as long as you're not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.
This is what a domineering CEO is like.
Within sight, Lu Xingyun saw several familiar figures—Xiao Lan and her two companions.
He gave a friendly smile as a greeting.
Xiao Lan nodded in acknowledgment and turned to leave.
"Alright, alright, stop clapping. Let's look around and see if we can find any new clues."
Lu Xingyun walked directly to the right.
"good."
Under the dim light, the chair didn't seem strange, so Lu Xingyun went straight to the wall.
The walls are not typical tiles or latex paint.
Instead, it had a simple red head, without even being polished, and looked quite shabby.
Are you being this frugal?
Lu Xingyun reached out and touched it; it seemed there was liquid clinging to it.
It was unusually cold to the touch.
It was a chill that pierced to the bone.
Lu Xingyun felt as if he were touching the River of Oblivion from the depths of hell, water that could freeze even the soul.
He quickly wiped his hands haphazardly on his clothes.
They rubbed against each other several more times.
Only then did I feel a little warmth.
There's something fishy about this wall.
Lu Xingyun turned around to tell Bo Zijin the clue, but found that there was no one behind him.
"This... ran away?" Lu Xingyun felt a bit cold in the empty theater troupe.
…………
Bo Zijin stood under the dim streetlights, looking around blankly.
He opened his lips, wanting to call Lu Xingyun's name.
But then, I didn't want to shout anymore.
All around was silent; not even the wind could be heard.
Bo Zijin didn't know why he had come here, even though he had been searching for clues all the way from the hall.
He snorted coldly.
"It must be that guy Lu Xingyun who got lost."
After a two-second pause, he took a step forward.
"I think I'll go find him."
Bo Zijin quickly blended into the darkness.
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After watching the performance, Huang He and his group took a detour to the rest area.
As a seasoned player, Huang He understood this perfectly well.
In these rule-based supernatural dungeons, the safest approach is to follow the rules and avoid venturing into the unknown.
The unknown often represents danger.
"The other three players haven't arrived yet?"
Xiao Lan blinked her beautiful, rouge-colored eyes.
Huang He shook his head, glancing at the registration book at the front desk.
The check-in time for the three names Yuan Qingli, Lu Xingyun, and Bo Zijin was 18:43 in the afternoon.
The handwriting of the names of the other tourists above is the same, indicating it was written by the same person.
He should be the person in charge of the rest area.
Huang He said, "They came to register this afternoon, they should have already gone back to their rooms."
Zhou Yueying felt cold all over her body as soon as she entered this place.
No matter how much I rub my arms, they don't get warm.
The cold felt like someone had cut open your body and poured in icy water from the dead of winter.
A bone-chilling cold.
Meanwhile, a faint voice kept whispering in her ear.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, yet it was always there.
It's very upsetting.
But she saw that Huang He and Xiao Lan were relaxed and showed no signs of anything amiss.
Zhou Yueying dared not speak, nor dared she ask.
She was afraid of becoming a burden.
They will be abandoned.
"Oh, new guests? Come on, let's register, I'll take you to your room."
Zhou Yueying looked up casually, and two spider legs stretched out towards her.
"Ah!" Her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.
His eyes widened slightly, his mind still unsettled.
"Little girl, you're easily frightened. Don't be afraid." Jin Wuwu smiled and moved behind the front desk.
A slight pause, the sound crisp and clear.
"I have enough food for today."
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