When that voice fell silent, nothing around them changed.
The collapse continued, and the grotesque monster slowly closed in on them. Everything that had just been said was nothing but an illusion, as though it had all been the Youth's one-man show.
About half a minute later, a door suddenly appeared out of thin air beneath their feet.
Then the world spun.
The group tumbled down, hit by a wave of weightlessness.
"Creak."
His elbow seemed to have struck wood, sending a dull ache through it.
Bo Shuo sucked in a short breath, then slowly let it out, swallowing the cry of pain in his throat as he quickly scanned his surroundings.
This was a dark, narrow cave with Candle Flames burning inside. Compared to the Village Chief's basement, it was actually brighter here; at the very least, they could see everything around them clearly.
In truth, Bo Shuo had harbored this question ever since entering this trial.
Since he was playing Xiao Hu, then there must have truly been someone named Xiao Hu.
But the further things went, the more wrong they felt.
The numbers did not add up.
Whether it was the number of Ghost Face Men or the number of people fleeing, both indicated that one person was missing.
Xiao Hu was gone.
As a member of the fleeing group, Xiao Hu had not become a Ghost Face Man, which meant she had never died.
They were playing Xiao Hu, so where was the real Xiao Hu?
A chill ran through Bo Shuo's heart. For the first time, he felt the malice of the Proctoring System so directly.
This trial had tasked them with playing Xiao Hu, then made them overlook the character Xiao Hu through one life-or-death escape after another.
And overlook the only Way Out.