After hearing this, Ben Yu slowly straightened up from where he had been lounging on the ground. He looked down at his palm, and the words on it had clearly changed.
Since the youth with lip piercing and the old grandmother had lost their most crucial senses, one could only bow his head and look at his palm, while the other could only rely on her hearing and blurry, whitening vision to make out their progress.
Zheng Wuyou had thought the rules would still be part of Black and White.
Two days...
Had they really passed just like that, between the chase and getting lost in the forest?
Or had the rules progressed because they had all entered the forest, completed the collection of the five senses, and then transitioned from this dream's far shore to Black and White, automatically moving on to the next set of rules?
"Countdown Nightmare... Countdown..." If this really was the end of a countdown, how long had she spent in the forest? And how long had they been unconscious? Zheng Wuyou found herself murmuring the NPC's introduction.
She had clearly heard the NPC's unspoken meaning at the time: this was a game where the countdown was tied to the number needed to clear it.
In Zhu Village, every set of rules had clear scoring criteria.
But in this sweet dream, apart from the countdown, she had never seen any written mention of how to earn points.
Except for the trees she had silently counted beside the endlessly looping forest path.
Wait!
So it wasn't just the countdown...
Zheng Wuyou looked at this world, which should have been bursting with color, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"The only things connected to numbers... In the first scene, there were nine pencils in total, and