Ten minutes remained until midnight.
Perhaps some unknown supernatural interference had affected them. From the moment they turned on the television until the program ended, they had felt as though only a little over twenty minutes had passed.
Yet for some unknown reason, midnight was already closing in.
But no matter what the reason was,
it was not something they could change. They could only endure it in silence. With only these ten minutes left, they had no way to think of more countermeasures or figure out the correct way to use the photograph.
That left the three of them with only one choice.
As Li Xin had put it—go for broke!
The three of them would wager their lives. Each would have one chance, and each would choose a path of their own to see who could survive to the end.
Perhaps they would be lucky.
The first person might find the method, while the other two escaped danger by a hair.
Or perhaps none of them would find the key to breaking the deadlock, and the three of them would all become a pile of white bones in the Weird Tales Inn.
"Let's roll the dice."
"The lower number goes first. The higher number goes later."
Li Xin was very calm.
Compared to the panic he had felt when he first encountered Jiang Qiao, he had now gone through too many trials of life and death. He faced death with a measure of composure.
Wan Ling's experiences had not been as turbulent as Li Xin's.
But to have reached his current level of strength, he could not possibly have been a flower raised in a greenhouse. He must have experienced his share of terrifying events as well.
So he was able to keep his emotions relatively stable.
Only