At this moment, Mo Jialin had become the key piece controlling the fates of every dead and living person.
Perhaps he should no longer be called a "piece." He was the only one truly holding the power of life and death.
He wore the only offensive cursed item in the game and held the only phone currently available. Whether the escape route succeeded or not depended on a single thought from him.
Such weight was an immense burden to bear.
Even if Mo Jialin still acted as a mere piece, all he had to do was pass through the fifth room, enter the sixth, and let the glow of the heterochromatic eyes envelop the judgment game.
Under conditions that should have guaranteed death, Tong Guan had truly devised a plan that could perfectly deal with the Judgment Ghost.
Just one step. Only this one step remained.
But the Judgment Ghost's words had come at far too precise a moment.
Mo Jialin truly hesitated. He knew perfectly well that moving forward would merely mean acting as he always had—a tool to carry out the escape route. For him, it should have been effortless.
By saying that, the Judgment Ghost had exposed its weakness. It indirectly proved that Tong Guan's instructions truly posed an extremely serious threat to it.
But...
Who could say for certain whether an accident would occur before the escape route was established?
Who would dare gamble on whether the ghost would launch a desperate counterattack before collapsing?
Most importantly, Mo Jialin believed he was now qualified to stay out of it. There was no reason for him to carry out the final step.
Before, under the Judgment Ghost's threat, he had no choice but to follow Tong Guan's instructions. But now, even the ghost had to lower its