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At 23:31:17, the countdown continued ticking along steadily.

Gu Qingyun raised his right hand high. The cold gleam of the blade sent his adrenaline surging as he aimed it at his left hand.

The corpse leaning against the sack of rice watched everything with an exceedingly strange gaze.

Time drew ever closer to the three-minute limit, and the solutions he could conceive grew fewer and fewer.

This time, he could chop off his left hand and destroy the watch—but what about next time?

Gu Qingyun knew that he absolutely could not deal with the fifth event through self-mutilation again, but what else could he do...

A thin bead of sweat slid little by little down his sallow cheek, exposing his urgency and agitation.

He had broken the deadlock in the final second of the three minutes, buying time to think of a solution for the next event.

Yet when the deadline arrived, he still had not figured out how to resolve the fifth event.

The blade pierced through the bones in his wrist. Gu Qingyun's body shuddered, and cold sweat dripped down with it.

Gu Qingyun clenched a rolling pin between his teeth, his teeth already biting into the wood. He had truly steeled himself.

Creak...

At last, after half a minute of stalemate, his left hand was completely severed, left atop the stove along with a large pool of blood.

At the same time, the illusory clock face on the back of that hand went dark.

Gu Qingyun discarded the short knife, tightly covered his severed wrist with his right hand, and staggered backward until he struck the wall.

Holding a piece of White Cloth in his teeth, he wrapped it around the wound before heading outside.

Sweat covered his slightly plump face, while the clothes on his back