For the sake of this ten million yuan, the people participating in the game would probably turn on one another. In the end, they would not die in the brutal wilderness, but at the hands of their teammates.
This was nothing short of a death trap.
Han Feng defended himself in a timid murmur: "I didn't believe it at first either, but that person sent me a confidentiality agreement and immediately transferred me a thirty-thousand-yuan deposit. I figured he wouldn't lie to me."
I figured his brain had completely short-circuited. There was no saving him.
Even at a time like this, he still believed the man wouldn't deceive him.
The man had bought his life for thirty thousand yuan, and he still seemed to think it was a great deal.
Su Qiao no longer wanted to speak to the blockhead. She was afraid she would anger herself to death first.
Her gaze swept over the others. "What about you?"
"You came here for the ten million yuan too?"
"Are your brains just as damaged as his?"
Everyone exchanged glances, and for a moment, no one spoke.
Mo Jin sighed. "Since things have come to this, let's all be honest with one another. After all, we still don't know what's going on."
"If this really is Shennongjia or Blackwater Gully, we may never get out. We might even lose our lives. What use is money if we're dead?"
Looking at the silent group, he thought for a moment. "Let's follow the usual order. I'll start!"
"Ten days ago, I received a mysterious email inviting me to participate in a mysterious wilderness survival program. The other party claimed that as long as I crossed a primeval forest, I would receive a ten-million-yuan reward."
"I've always liked adventure. When I heard about such