"What nonsense are you thinking? Hurry up and look up a strategy!" Feng Ling grew even more irritated, thinking, It's not like you're Little Skeleton!
Xiao Shu shrank his neck and opened the Player Forum to search for strategies.
Distracted and upset, Feng Ling looked past the emerald bamboo grove toward the gray, hazy lake in the distance.
Even if she needed helpers, she only needed ones who trusted each other and worked well together. Someone like Xiao Shu, whom she barely knew, was not among her options.
Thinking of Huangfu Miaomiao made Feng Ling's frustration even heavier—Huangfu Miaomiao was waiting for Meteor to return to the Underworld Labyrinth and save her, but Feng Ling believed they could not rely entirely on Meteor. In Feng Ling's eyes, ninety-nine percent of Players could not be trusted.
The younger ones retained some innocence, but the adult Players were almost constantly slaughtering one another, openly and covertly competing, deceiving and scheming like venomous insects raised in a jar.
Even if Meteor and Huangfu Miaomiao had signed a Demon Contract, there was no guarantee it did not contain traps or schemes.
Feng Ling did not want to keep waiting for the Maze to break down on its own. That was far too distant a prospect. Huangfu Miaomiao could not wait, and neither could she.
"I found a post..." Xiao Shu stared at the Virtual Screen and said with a frown. "But it isn't really a strategy guide. It's a recruitment post for a team to defeat an Abyss Boss. The date is very old—almost a year ago."
Feng Ling froze. "What? A year?"
"Yeah, it was eleven months ago. Isn't that almost a year?" Xiao Shu replied.
This differed from the information Feng Ling had learned.
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