Trading Weird Tales.
All the rooms in the outer corridors were empty, save for this extra thing in Room Thirty-Six. It looked as though it had been deliberately left there by the people of the ruins back then.
Answer a single question.
This was the reward given by the weird tale.
What should they ask?
Yang Ling looked at Jiang Qiao. "What question do you think we should ask?"
"This kind of weird tale has quite a few pitfalls." Jiang Qiao watched the writhing, bizarre fingers on the tabletop. The steam pistol hadn't caused them any damage, and minor wounds had long since healed.
The so-called pitfalls.
Put simply, it meant that if you asked it what questions it could answer.
Then that question.
Would also count as one question.
Therefore, they had to plan the inquiry carefully, packing the most crucial knowledge into the prompt as much as possible to achieve maximum utilization.
However.
Because the truth or falsehood of such a weird tale's answers was uncertain.
They also had to be careful not to ask things beyond its scope.
It was quite troublesome.
"We should still ask questions related to the ruins," Jiang Qiao said. "From the information transmitted back so far, supernatural phenomena have already begun appearing below, yet we haven't seen any evil specters."
"The entire ruin is also very clean."
"You can find traces of living humans having inhabited it, but there are no clues of any humans dying inside."
"It looks as though it was abandoned rather than having everyone inside die out."
"But you also said it."
"The information you hold comes from the very few survivors who escaped from this ruin. The news they provided shows that the majority of the people in this ruin perished in a certain upheaval."
No signs