The woman was dead...
The Kan Room had already scored a double kill.
Everyone stared at the memorial portrait, dumbstruck, their minds blank.
"H-how could this happen?" Brother Hong said, his face pale. "There was blood all over outside the door... That means the Magic Treasures we set up worked. Song Mingzhe's remnant soul must have been attacked."
"Fuck!"
The usually steady Old Cadre actually swore. "What the fuck is going on?! Didn't we find the right way to break the mechanism? Why are people still dying?"
Of all the Players, he had clearly been the closest to the woman. They had been doing tasks together ever since their first day here, so he was genuinely starting to crack.
"Ah, fuck!"
Tan Pang immediately squatted down, covered his face with both hands, and let out a curse, his voice filled with anxiety and helplessness.
The joy everyone had felt at surviving last night vanished without a trace in that instant, and an indescribable gloom filled their hearts.
When Ren Ye finally came back to his senses, he immediately snatched the light from Yin Tiger's hand and rushed to the bed to inspect it.
The scene on the bed was much as he had imagined. There was still blood and shredded flesh everywhere... and on the pillow lay a very small rat's head.
His scalp prickled. He immediately checked the memorial portrait as well and found two stacks of gold coins beside it. He counted them carefully: exactly seventy. There were also the five fragments of Pan Lianrong's Autobiography that the woman had held.
Holding the bronze lamp, Ren Ye examined the surroundings very carefully once more. In the end, he found that the scene was identical to when Xiao Yuan had died yesterday. The method, the manner of death, and