Mo Shuwan immediately felt that her idea was extremely absurd, but she soon discovered that after the monster finished roaring, it paused for about a minute and then roared again. This time, she silently counted its roars in her mind and found that it was exactly eleven roars.
She lowered her head and wrote the number eleven on the paper, then circled it.
"Everyone, how about we cooperate for this round? We won't be competitors in the penalty round."
"...I think it's okay."
The group of people who were still standing and able to speak all agreed to the proposal, but while they were willing to cooperate, no one was willing to take the lead in exploring the way. After a moment of silence, someone looked at the few people who had been seriously injured by the dagger and had not been able to get up.
They understood each other's thoughts without even having to communicate.
Let's send these few people out to scout ahead first.
Thud—
Mo Shuwan looked up and saw that the black and white squares seemed to come alive, sticking the unfortunate guy who had been thrown out to scout the way to the squares. Visibly, the man's flesh was being torn off. He was seriously injured and had long lost the ability to move, so at this moment he had no way to escape except to endure it.
Mo Shuwan lowered her head uncomfortably and quickly scribbled on the paper with a pen. If someone came over to look, they would see that she was writing only the number eleven.
What exactly does "eleven, eleven, eleven..." mean?
The screams quickly faded from everyone's ears as the unfortunate man's body was thrown out of the black and white checkerboard.
The passengers, pale with fright, began to blame each other, saying, "It's all your fault for being useless! If you had given it your all, we wouldn't have been judged to be cheating!"
"If you weren't so ruthless, why would we have willingly admitted defeat?"
"Damn it, we've already had eleven bets. If I just hang in there a little longer, I might get my freedom. It's all your fault, you bunch of useless trash!"
Eleven bets?!
Mo Shuwan suddenly raised her head, her fingers gripping the pen slightly tighter. She stood up and examined the huge black and white squares again. Each row had numbers from one to twenty, and there were eleven rows in total. The eleven rows represented eleven gambling games. The monster from earlier was indeed sending her a message!
Realizing the key point, Mo Shuwan felt both relieved and uneasy.
She turned her head to look at the monster, met its ugly eyes for a few seconds, pursed her lips and looked away, telling herself not to rush.
Once we get past this hurdle, there will be many more opportunities to explore the secrets of that monster.
"If the eleven rows represent eleven gambling games, then what do the numbers one through twenty represent?"
Mo Shuwan lowered her head and wrote down all the possibilities she could think of.
The dice have thirty-one numbers, so they can be ruled out.
The first die you pick up could possibly have a number one.
The first die shows a three, but the number three is also possible.
The first monster you choose is the third one from the right and the seventh one from the left; the number seven is also possible.
There are nine monsters in total; the number nine is also possible.
After thinking it over carefully, Mo Shuwan realized that she hadn't missed any important information. She changed to a different piece of paper and copied down the possible numbers.
1/3/7/9
All four numbers are possible, but obviously only one can be chosen. If she's lucky, she might choose the correct one on her first try. If she's unlucky, her idea might be completely wrong, and none of the four numbers could be the correct answer.
"It's okay. There are only four numbers. If I'm lucky, I have at least a 25% chance of picking the right answer." After saying this in a low voice, Mo Shuwan tentatively took out a lucky coin, and to her surprise, she actually succeeded.
I tried taking out other items, but still couldn't, so I had to give up.
'Your survival rate is 85%'
Your luck value is one percent.
Your health and stamina are both at 60%.
Without hesitation, Mo Shuwan used one of the lucky coins, and her luck value jumped to 3%, and her survival rate rose to 90%. After thinking for a moment, she used it again, and her luck value jumped to 5%, and her survival rate jumped to 95%.
She drank some more recovery potion, and without further hesitation, stood in front of the number, took a deep breath, and walked straight up.
Those around who saw Mo Shuwan's actions also subconsciously held their breath.
Mo Shuwan stepped entirely onto the number one.
Time ticked by, and Mo Shuwan, standing on the white square number one, experienced no accidents. She looked down at the number one under her feet, and her slightly rapid heartbeat gradually calmed down.
I was lucky; I won on the first square.
Having chosen the correct grid, Mo Shuwan didn't rush to take the second step. She sat down, took out paper and pen, and wrote down all the possible numbers related to the second round. Finally, she selected three numbers.
5/6/8
This time, it seemed like the chances of choosing the correct number were even greater, but Mo Shuwan dared not relax, because she had only guessed at these three numbers and had no sufficient evidence to prove that they could be the correct answer.
But no matter what, you have to choose one.
He sighed silently, put away the paper and pen, and, maintaining a high level of vigilance, stood up and looked at the location of the three numbers.
Because the grid is very large and the numbers are far apart... how do I get across?
She thought for a moment, then tentatively said a number, and the next moment, she appeared on that number.
Mo Shuwan chose number five, so she was standing on the black square number five. Nothing strange happened for the first few seconds. Just when everyone thought she had made the right choice again, flames suddenly appeared under her feet and engulfed Mo Shuwan in the blink of an eye.
Mo Shuwan's expression changed drastically as she was engulfed in flames. She immediately tried to escape from the grid, but the suction force inside the grid held her firmly in place on the number five black grid. The intense pain from being burned by the flames made her groan in pain uncontrollably.
The monster, which had been silent just moments before, suddenly began to howl wildly. In addition to the monster's howls, there was also the clanging sound of chains being pulled.
Mo Shuwan vanished into thin air right before the eyes of everyone around her. After she disappeared, the flame on grid number five also disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.
Because Mo Shuwan moved to the next row of squares, the people who were about to follow her path silently stopped and stared blankly at the black and white squares in front of them. What should they do? How could they get through?
Everyone was terrified. No one believed that Mo Shuwan could still be alive. She had been engulfed by flames and disappeared instantly. Even if she hadn't been burned to death, she would probably have died from some other accident.
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