The door opened, and Zhan Lan came out, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
But after she finished rubbing her eyes and saw the scene on the Main God's platform, she rubbed them again in disbelief, then froze completely.
Red and white were splattered everywhere.
A man lay beneath the Light Sphere, his head covered in red and white liquid. His face was unrecognizable; only his clothes and build identified him as their teammate Zheng Zha.
Countless images flashed through her mind, every mystery plot she had ever read surfacing at once.
As a novelist, her professional instincts instantly supplied several possibilities. Were we about to end up in a game of Werewolf?
Who would have thought our teammates were the greatest danger in the Main God Space?
"Wh... what happened here? Someone, help!" Her voice trembled.
At some point, Zero had emerged from the neighboring door as well. His footsteps were completely silent, startling Zhan Lan.
"His chest is still moving. He's alive."
With that, he crouched beside Zheng Zha, his face expressionless, and ran a finger across Zheng Zha's face, coating it in red liquid.
He brought it close to his nose and sniffed, then stuck out his tongue and tasted it. Turning back, he said evenly, "It's ketchup."
"Huh?" Zhan Lan froze.
She walked over and crouched too, dipping a finger into the white sauce and putting it in her mouth.
She looked up, even more bewildered. "The white stuff is mayonnaise."
The others emerged from their rooms one after another: Ming Yanwei, Zhao Yingkong, Li Shuai Xi, and the newcomer whose name Shuofang Si couldn't recall.
They all saw the two tasting the sauces. Now, as they stared at Zheng Zha's sauce-covered face, their expressions were quite a sight.
Nobody spoke. The silence was unnerving.
Just then,