Thus, Yin Kuang and the others temporarily put everything else aside and followed closely behind the story characters, especially Candice, the gymnast who was about to die. Since everyone knew how she would die, saving her the first time should be very easy. It was practically a free reward.
Of course, everyone understood that the advantage of knowing the plot only went this far. The first rescue posed no difficulty at all, but what about the second and third times? Forget saving the story characters—they might very well lose their own lives instead.
The sense of crisis hanging over everyone grew even stronger.
Not far away, Tang Zhaotian's group listened as Zhang Yun, who had only just joined them, said eagerly, "Brother Tian, we should hurry and follow those story characters. Otherwise, those people over there will snatch the reward for the first rescue."
Tang Zhaotian patted Zhang Yun on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, not bad. But they know the plot, and so do we. We just need to head to the accident site at dusk. Before that, though, there's something else you need to do."
"Huh?"
A boy beside Tang Zhaotian said with a smile, "You still haven't paid back the debt you owe Death. Death could come for you at any time. So you need to settle that debt first, or you'll drag us down with you. Then we won't take you along."
Seeing how relaxed the boy sounded, as if he had no fear of Death at all, Zhang Yun could not help feeling curious. But his immediate priority was to cling tightly to the powerful backing before him. Compared with the deathly atmosphere around Yin Kuang's group, this side was full of vitality. It was hardly surprising that Zhang Yun, whose only thought was