"I'm full..."
After the meal, Ye Chen clapped his hands and stood up. The floor beneath his feet suddenly shifted, and an arrow appeared, pointing toward the next stage.
"You can give up," Haydon reminded him.
With that, Haydon followed the arrow.
"Give up? No chance."
Ye Chen shook his head and followed. A dozen minutes later, they reached a house in the woods. The moment they stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind them.
Four people were already in the room. A huge wheel stood at its center, surrounded by an assortment of locks.
"This is the Murder House. Contestants, please take your seats around the wheel."
"Murder House? Interesting. My luck's always been good. Hey, what's the reward for clearing this stage?"
Haydon walked toward the wheel, raising his voice toward the ceiling. He was sure there was a speaker somewhere.
"Fifty million Beli. You may not forfeit, leave midway, or break the rules!" The cold voice rang out again.
"I'm not playing this round."
A middle-aged man took a hurried look at the wheel and turned pale. He rushed to the door, but no matter how hard he pulled, it would not open.
"Bastards! Let me out!"
The man pounded on the door with both fists, making it rattle violently.
Haydon glanced at him. "Are you new here? You can't leave a game halfway through. All six of us came in of our own free will."
Click...
A hole suddenly opened in the wall beside the door. A barbed arrow shot out with a whistle. The man was too close to react. It struck his cheek, and he collapsed, dead on the spot.
"Hiss..."
The others drew sharp breaths. A stern warning came through the speaker. "You must respect the rules!"
"You're the master of God King