The female Player was in worse shape than Sutton. If they delayed any longer, she might really die. Now that she had regained consciousness, there was a chance she could recover.
Sutton had already dragged a corpse out of the lake. There was only one; the other corpses had vanished into the water without a sound while they were talking.
Sutton opened the corpse's head to examine it. The data from a corpse wasn't as clear as that from a living person, but the instruments still provided the closest possible readings.
At the very least, the person's brain had suffered severe trauma before death. Its structure had undergone some bizarre deformations. Like burst blood vessels, certain tissues making up the brain had become abnormally fluffy, resembling exploded marshmallows—or tofu mashed into a paste.
Realizing that the Dungeon's mental interference no longer caused people to die by plunging them into cognitive confusion, but instead directly killed their minds—or, rather, their brains—Sutton's expression shifted several times before he finally sighed. "At least this way of dying doesn't involve much pain."
The female Player had fully regained consciousness by then. Looking at the corpse with its skull opened, she grimaced. "I still don't understand what happened just now. How did he and the others die?"
"Who could possibly know?" Sutton said. He thought Xu Huo knew how the Reflection People killed, but given the Dungeon's Ability, understanding too much could actually lead them astray, making them unconsciously follow the Reflection People's methods of thinking.
The female Player turned her gaze to Xu Huo, about to say something, when a sudden splash came from the lake. Wang Chengren, who had appeared several times during mealtimes, had surfaced from the water.
After floundering for a couple of strokes, he spotted Xu Huo and shouted excitedly,