After watching Shen Ru club a chestnut-haired boy to death, Su Ziqiu had briefly wondered whether the two of them really came from the Game Channel. After all, how could esports players be so practiced at killing?
But the thought only flashed through his mind before he pushed it aside.
Where those two powerhouses came from didn't matter. What mattered most was keeping up with them and staying alive.
He, too, had survived the forest full of ghostly figures, so naturally, he had seen those eerie silhouettes and the players who had died gruesome deaths.
All Su Ziqiu could do now was learn, avoid getting himself killed as best he could, and fight to survive.
To Shen Ru, Ou Ning's death hadn't been entirely meaningless. With those human skins plastered over the doors, getting inside would have taken some effort. Now, though, the problem had solved itself.
"Boss, which door are we going through next?" Su Ziqiu asked eagerly.
Shen Ru looked around and suddenly remembered the poster that had blinked earlier.
Mo Yu wouldn't have torn up a poster just because he had glanced at it a little longer. If that were really the case, Fang Wenhong would have long since died without an intact corpse.
His dark red eyes followed the spot where the poster had been to the door beside it, and his wicked impulses stirred again.
Very few things could make Mo Yu overreact.
That made Shen Ru intensely curious.
"This one, then. What do you think?"
The young man's red eyes shone like fire, carrying an amused challenge. The corners of his mouth lifted higher as he looked eagerly at the silent man beside him.
Mo Yu raised an eyebrow, gazing at his Rose's decadently beautiful features. The darkness churning in his eyes seemed