Just as Qi Guang Meng Xing and the others were stunned by how it had suddenly ended, Bai Zhi's figure reappeared in the camp amid a flash of white light.
"Um... what exactly happened?"
Watching him casually glance around after returning before flopping back into his chair with an utterly listless look, Qi Guang Meng Xing could not help but ask.
"According to the description, the fastest possible escape time for the game was at least an hour and a half, but only an hour has passed... How did you do it?"
"Hm? If it wouldn't let me leave, I just had to ORA the BOSS, right?"
Sitting in the chair with one hand propping up his head, Bai Zhi half-closed his eyes, looking thoroughly dispirited.
"Don't bother me right now. That thing was laced with something. I'm going to sleep first; wake me up after they get back."
After saying that, Bai Zhi ignored her and directly closed his eyes.
This so-called Hall of Fame Challenge was plainly a trap—a trap aimed at those hidden within the Hall of Fame, as well as all the Players challenging the Hall of Fame Players.
...Or, to be more precise, it was a trap set for the Evil God Retainers hiding among them.
During the Game, there had constantly been a scripture-chanting sound in his ears, something like Buddhist chanting that kept droning on and on. The others might not have heard it, but because his memories had never been overwritten, the buzzing fly by his ear had annoyed him to death.
It felt like having a fly constantly buzzing in your ear—buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz...
...He finally understood why Sun Wukong in A Chinese Odyssey had wanted to beat Tang Sanzang to death with one strike of his