The players couldn't help freezing. That was right. So many players had gone missing, and they hadn't seen any bodies. Who could say for sure that those people were dead?
Players who were forcibly sent into a Random Instance had to stay there for three months. If the missing players were being controlled by the Dungeon Boss, even surviving the seven-day limit might not be enough to bring them back to their senses. That meant they could be stuck in the instance for at least two more months. Players were different from ordinary people—who knew what they might do?
"No way." The Hoodie Player wasn't as certain as before. He hesitated. "If the missing players are all still alive, where did the eyes in the wooden cabinet come from?"
"There aren't many young men in the county town," Xu Huo said. "And the players aren't the only ones who died in the instance."
Wei Xian swallowed. "So in the end, we might have to face not just the Dungeon Boss, but a whole lot of missing players too?"
"That makes a lot more sense," Fang Penghui said. "It sounds difficult to make every player fail at once based on the instance rules alone. Plenty of players don't have enough days left, and their hallucinations and auditory illusions aren't that bad."
"That's a good thing," the Black Shirt Player said. "If it's just players, we can still deal with them. At least that's much better than the instance suddenly changing."
"But this instance has revealed very few rules in the first place," Tian Kunwen said. "With a death rate this high, the instance shouldn't be like this. I wouldn't be surprised by anything that happens from here on."
The worst-case scenario was that Xu Huo was right: the bodies were still