The situation differed somewhat from the five-person group's account and his own expectations. Since he had entered a mini-game in someone else's place, there should have been at least one more mini-game today, possibly two if his luck was bad. He had not expected everything to remain peaceful until now.
"...Brother Xu's noble, glorious character must have won the dungeon over," the driver whispered boastfully to the tourists. "He volunteered to take the chosen person's place in the mini-game. That's different from those who were forced to substitute for someone. Where else would you find someone that noble? Good people deserve long lives!"
"But don't go shooting your mouths off just because he's a good person. We're already here, so there's no point blaming anyone or anything. This is the hand fate dealt us. Whether we live or die, we'll leave it to heaven. It's better than starving to death!"
Happiness was all a matter of comparison. Next to the five-person group, Xu Huo was practically a saint in their eyes. However hard they found it to accept their situation, they had no choice but to come to terms with it now.
Brother Ya and the others listened nearby, their stomachs turning. Somehow, this heartfelt flattery felt even more cloying than insincere praise.
The aroma of food soon spread, and in this brief spell of peace, smiles appeared on many faces.
Whether it was because Xu Huo's mini-game had lasted too long or because the sisters' arrival had disrupted the mini-games' rhythm, the light screen did not appear again, even after dark.
At midnight, the aliens surrounded them again. Their assault was fierce, even more ferocious than on the previous two nights. Xu Huo personally slaughtered them for a while, and the blood outside soon flowed back into the mall's