Fog Gate

The new discovery made everyone in the front courtyard tense up. They silently went over the details of their actions before and after their deaths.

Then they confirmed it. That was indeed what had happened!

The roles assigned in this scenario were cunning. A large part of each character's personality overlapped with their own, seemingly making the roles easier to play, when in reality it lowered their guard and kept them from noticing how much they were being assimilated.

For example, Zhao Ruru's Saintess was lively, Zhao Dongxue's heiress was haughty, and Luo Xiangfeng's bandit was decisive and valued efficiency. Luo Yan's merchant scion was kind, polite, and disliked criticizing others.

Only when some negative trait gradually exceeded what was normal—recklessness, suspicion, viciousness, timidity...—would they suddenly come to their senses.

To varying degrees, everyone had changed in ways that set them apart from themselves.

The most obvious case was Cheng Yiju, who was tied up.

Zhao Huaisheng suddenly said, "I remember now. When we scattered and ran earlier, I was ahead of him. I heard him scream behind me, and smelled blood."

"I looked back. He must have been stabbed through the abdomen by a corpse's hand."

"But look at him now. His abdomen is fine."

Everyone turned to look at Cheng Yiju's abdomen.

The beggar's clothes were tattered, already full of holes and patches, and there were indeed a few holes in the fabric over his abdomen, exposing the skin beneath.

The skin was intact. There was no wound, just as they'd thought.

After each of them had died several times, they had already pieced together one rule: only wounds that had killed them would heal automatically after they lost a life.

Zhao Dongxue's gaze darkened. Though the clothes on her back were almost completely shredded and her flesh