From a corporate slave's perspective, being crushed by something like that would definitely turn him into a puddle of minced meat.
If perception and reality conflicted, could he withstand this crushing blow?
Yu Xing watched the decorative piece shaken loose from the GG sign, his pupils narrowing slightly.
Additionally, he finally understood why the simulation exam's failure criteria were so lenient and even allowed "infinite" rollbacks until clearance.
Senior investigators entering Yin Yang City saw their strength, under the influence of the evil god, almost revert to when they had first become investigators, making it hard to unleash—at least it was like this here with Qianjie.
Three minutes into the instance, the system threw a trap at him, and the difficulty in subsequent tasks would only grow greater and greater. Dying in the process was entirely normal.
His exhaustion faded under this stimulation, and he saw a man with an unrecognizable face walk out from the shop behind the GG sign. The uncle wore a tank top and shorts, stepped in a pair of flip-flops, and cursed with a cigarette clamped in his mouth: "Bad luck! I told Axiu ages ago to get it fixed, but she kept dragging her feet!"
The uncle sized Yu Xing up, and seeing that he was uninjured, waved his hand like he was swatting a fly: "What are you gawking at? I'm warning you not to try framing anyone, scram, scram. What a bad-luck kid, delaying me from killing people."
Thinking the uncle was merely a passerby, Yu Xing paused and asked, "Killing people?"
"To kill Axiu, of course," the uncle had a bit of a Cantonese accent, his ending tone drawn out slightly. Hearing this, he flicked his ash as if it were only natural, "That girl Axiu loves to sleep in, and