21:57.
Orange Lake World had truly become an arena for a Life and Death Game.
An unfair match was unfolding between the few surviving humans and the massive tide of ghosts, and the situation was only growing worse.
At present, the ghosts' advantage was still expanding.
Cheng Ming sat aboard the pirate ship, his left hand holding Zhang Xiaoping, who was vomiting nonstop, while his right gripped the handle tightly. The tourist standing in the front row wore a sinister grin on his face, whose skin had split open along a seam.
He stared fixedly at the other party, his expression stern and grave as he shouted:
"Manager, the Haunted House has opened. Ten doors have opened."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoping beside him suddenly vomited a huge mouthful of blood.
The bright red blood flowed across the equally crimson floor of the pirate ship, and within that pool of blood was a rotten eyeball.
When Cheng Ming looked up again, he saw that the clerk who had survived until the very end now had strange double pupils in his eyes, while white eyeballs began growing all over his face.
Underground Disk Game.
Ji Li, who always lost whenever he gambled, seemed to have had his luck swell to its absolute limit.
In just a few minutes, he had already won more than four hundred gold coins. The mountain of gold beneath his feet was nearly level with the table.
Across from him sat a "person" he could not see, constantly tossing out bags of gold coins. It lost everything in every round, yet seemed tireless, as though it were simply giving money away.
Without question, in these final three minutes, he was the richest person in the entire mission.
But this was absolutely not what