Mu Yan turned to look at him, her face saying, "Are you serious?"
The trio listening nearby had the same reaction. The owner of a maze, the holder of a C-class instance—was he really going to grow fruit to sell for money?
It would make more sense if he said he was growing it for fun or to satisfy his appetite.
"Why not?" Xu Huo said unhurriedly, as if he'd seen right through them. "It's such a big place. What a waste to leave it empty. Don't you want to grow something?"
"Not in the slightest." Mu Yan followed his gaze toward the maze wall ahead. After a moment's thought, she said, "If you used it as a laboratory, you could make several separate rooms."
After finishing their fruit, the two returned to the shelter.
The masked man and Scarface had finished treating the short-haired woman's wounds. Watching the maze walls squirm, the former said, "It looks like the walls are squeezing the space."
The trio hurried over to check and found that the slime left on the ground by the Mutated Plants had already been covered. That meant the maze corridor they were in had been steadily shrinking.
"What do we do?" the trio asked their companion.
"How should I know?" The Black Shirt Player, who had been lying on the ground earlier, shrugged. "There's no point panicking. We might as well wait. Maybe a corridor will open up soon. It's not like the maze is going to kill all of us. I'm sure we're not the only ones in this situation. If everyone died, who'd play the instance?"
When he finished speaking, Mu Yan and Scarface both looked considerably more troubled.
The number of players in an instance wasn't fixed. The maze's sudden changes might be its way