Fang Yao tried to touch the annotation for [The Hanged Man] within Ji Yan's inner monologue to inspect its information.
But the result she obtained was—blank.
"Why is it blank?" Fang Yao asked.
[Phone Eerie]: "It means this piece of equipment came from tier 9 or higher."
Fang Yao's expression grew increasingly astonished.
Blank again, question marks again—just how much untraceable equipment did this Player have on him?
The progress of Ji Yan continued updating on the phone screen.
As long as he had used it before, every piece of equipment would be analyzed one by one by the remnant body of [Phone Eerie].
It was practically stripping Ji Yan bare of every trump card he had...
Fang Yao took out a pair of glasses and put them on, then said to [Phone Eerie], "Give me the highest authority for the 'novel' tool."
"Based on the current situation, the odds of the remaining two stages stopping him are less than thirty percent."
[Phone Eerie]: "If he really makes it to the top floor, then you plan to..."
Fang Yao inserted the folding phone into a card slot, and a virtual keyboard appeared.
"If he comes up, I'll 'write' several versions of the plot to play with him."
Fang Yao smiled faintly. "Our greatest advantage is that we can set traps anywhere on this floor."
"And in order to seize the [Demon Card], even if he knows they're traps, he still has to walk into them."
"By the way, isn't there an app that can 'recycle' equipment?"
"I'll 'write' a stage scenario for the eighty-first floor. If it succeeds..."
Fang Yao revealed a smile. "Maybe we can 'disassemble' that 'Term Talent' of his, including that [The Hanged Man] Tarot Card, then 'recycle' them into our personal belongings."
Just then, Fang Yao's