007 Battles Stewed Little Chicken

007 Battles Stewed Little Chicken

Hao Laoshi listened with his mouth hanging open. He racked his brains, but couldn't figure out in such a short time which "spaces could be reached within six steps" Gu Mian was describing. His head was starting to ache.

"Right," Liu Ruyan said, having no trouble understanding Gu Mian at all. "We can also rule out the rooms that the second group could reach within three steps after being revived. If they could get there in three steps, they wouldn't need to enter our starting room to kill our Chess Master. That leaves only the third and fourth spaces from the left in the second row. But we haven't gone that way, and we're already far from those spaces. It's too late to turn back now. In this situation, the second group has no reason to come kill our Chess Master."

"Maybe the second group will turn right next round and not enter our starting room." But Gu Mian thought that was extremely unlikely. Given how straight the second group was moving, no one would believe they weren't heading for his starting room.

"There's another possibility: the second group wants to kill our Chess Master not because they're afraid we'll get the treasure chest first, but simply because they want to kill him." Liu Ruyan's analysis was well reasoned. "Maybe their Chess Master has realized they have more than enough time to get the treasure chest within nine turns, so they want to kill our group's Chess Master for fun. It doesn't benefit them, but there are plenty of people like that in the world. If it were me, I'd probably kill another group's Chess Master for fun too."

Listening to Liu Ruyan's deranged remarks, Hao Laoshi edged away from her in fear, wearing an