You Should Commit Suicide; I Can Still Loot Your Corpse

Zou Hu and Lu Yao were doing relatively better.

Perhaps pretty, adorable girls really did have better luck? Of course, those with an innate "tea" nature were the inevitable exception.

Along the way, Lu Yao had encountered danger quite a few times, but compared with the others, she had indeed been much luckier and much safer.

She basically never needed to fight for her life, nor had she encountered any particularly tragic situations.

The downside was that, up until now, Lu Yao had yet to claim a single head.

Zou Hu had claimed two, but only two—and one of those had nearly cost him his life.

The rest of the time? He had either been fleeing for his life or fleeing for his life while gravely injured. Or rather, he had either been fleeing for his life or on the road to fleeing for his life...

"You two are already doing pretty well."

Su Ye gave a bitter smile. His state of being like a startled bird had improved slightly after reuniting with Qi Zi and the other two.

"When I first came in, I ran into several people. One of them was extremely powerful, supposedly from some Heavenly Palace. The moment he landed, he attacked everyone else. If I hadn't run fast, I'd already be dead."

"But even though I escaped by sheer luck, most of the protective treasures I had on me were consumed."

"After that, there was a minor crisis every three steps and a life-or-death crisis every ten. I even began to suspect that no one could return alive from this place!"

"After finally hiding here and there and barely clinging to life, I was ambushed by someone else, who inflicted something on me—I don't know whether it was witchcraft or a curse. My hands and