The Counterattack Begins

The tormenting pain grew worse as time passed.

Of the two choices, he could only choose one.

That person's stance was clear: Gu Qingyun had to make a decision within the remaining minute and a half.

Would he simply resolve the fifth event, or make a desperate gamble and deal with the Question Setter?

Faced with this question whose answer was obvious, the man merely chuckled.

"Who I am—you know very well.

Look down at the time on the back of your hand. I'll wait for your choice."

The call was unilaterally disconnected, and the atmosphere fell into endless silence.

Gu Qingyun did not dare speak again. The life-threatening countdown had completely filled his mind.

"Such a clear and quick-witted mind, that signature air of deliberate mystification in his tone.

Branch No. 9. Gu Xingjian."

Gu Xingjian did indeed like to leave things half-said, giving people an elusive feeling, as though no one could grasp his true intentions.

The time on the back of his hand was approaching 23:33, which meant he had less and less time to think.

Gu Qingyun did not know Gu Xingjian well, but he knew the man was untrustworthy. Thus, he began devising his own way to break the situation.

However, the thoughts in his mind became increasingly chaotic.

The prolonged tension, coupled with the endless threat of death, had long since robbed him of most of his ability to think.

On top of that, Gu Xingjian had suddenly offered him a solution.

Most people had experienced something similar. When faced with a difficult problem, they would come up with countless leads before trying to solve it.

But once someone whispered a particular solution into your ear—

Under such circumstances, your thoughts would be firmly constrained. Every spark of inspiration and every lead would be