Yu Nian went rigid the moment she saw the message, her body trembling uncontrollably from the shock.
An impossible-to-ignore chill swept from her head to her feet, leaving her ice-cold as though she had been drenched in freezing water.
At last, the television, which had still been cycling through scenes, began flickering as though it had malfunctioned. Its deafening, grating noise was like a summons to death from hell.
Cold sweat poured down Yu Nian's body. Trembling, she tried to open the door and leave.
Almost in an instant, an icy hand suddenly clamped around her ankle. The cold touch sent every alarm in her body screaming, and she nearly cried out.
But she knew she no longer had a chance to scream.
By the time the other seven players arrived, Yu Nian had become a cold corpse, her death gruesome.
Her head lolled to one side, and her neck had been stretched to an inhuman length, as though something had deliberately pulled it apart.
Her eyes were wide with terror. Shot through with scarlet veins, they seemed about to fall out of their sockets as they stared grotesquely at the arriving players.
Her limbs were twisted unnaturally, too. It was clear that Yu Nian had not been killed in a single blow, but slowly tortured to death.
After being brutalized like this, she was bound to harbor considerable resentment, and resentment was precisely what the community needed. At this rate, the resentment in the community would only continue to grow.
So the rules within the community were already extremely well developed. Anyone who entered would probably end up as a corpse supplying resentment, with no way to escape that fate.
Chu Qingjiu merely looked at Yu Nian's body in silence for a while before turning his attention to