"Mr. Xie, are you sure this is the way to survive?"
Qiu Zheyan might not have been smart enough, but he was not stupid to that extent.
Xie Zheng's arrangement did not resemble carrying out the way to survive at all. It was more like everyone being told to flee for their own lives.
At this point, Xie Zheng naturally had no need to hide anything. Lowering his voice, he revealed the truth:
"Mei Sheng exposed all of our faces to the Painter Ghost at the last moment.
I guessed that she had some unknown means of resisting it and shifted the disaster onto us.
That ghost can only kill one person at a time. Now, all we can do is leave our fates to heaven."
Xie Zheng made it sound easy, but his words were undoubtedly a knife plunged into Qiu Zheyan's chest, shattering his dream of survival.
Qiu Zheyan stared blankly at him. It took him three sluggish seconds to react before he turned and ran.
He had also experienced Tong Guan's mission test. Although it was his first time encountering a mission, it had ultimately given him some help.
If what Xie Zheng said was true, then the Painter Ghost's next targets would be the remaining three of them.
That forced the three of them to separate. Otherwise, the Painter Ghost would wipe them all out in one go.
If they separated and kept a relatively great distance from one another, they would face the risk of being alone, but they could buy more time.
Though Qiu Zheyan had no idea what meaning there was in delaying any longer...
Still, with a one-in-three chance of dying, no one wanted that chance to fall on their own head.
On his way from the tea room to the Restroom,