Xia Nan looked at Qin Manjiang in surprise.
Had he been through a similar Game too?
"So, have you thought it through?" Qin Manjiang turned and asked. "You really want to take a chance? Your Game only requires you to hold out until tomorrow. You have a chance of succeeding if you keep moving."
The waters of Cityheart Lake were cold, surrounded by greenery. Although autumn had already arrived, the place was still full of life.
Xia Nan stared at the weeds along the lakeshore. The dark green weeds twisted like ribbons, gently yet eerily.
"Yes... a chance," Xia Nan said, watching a school of small fish dart out of the weeds, then vanish just as swiftly.
"Although I don't know how you've treated the Opening Lines in the past, Mr. Qin, my profession tells me that every phenomenon has a corresponding cause and effect. I absolutely cannot overlook even the slightest uncertainty."
Xia Nan spoke calmly.
This young man, only a few years older than Qin Manjiang, did not seem to care much about his own survival. Even when he first encountered the horrifying events happening to him, he had handled them better than Qin Manjiang had imagined.
Not only was he calm, he was also extremely quick to come up with solutions.
"You were right to remind me, Mr. Qin. The Opening Lines mentioned hands, feet, and the neck. So far, the loss of control in my hands and legs has already occurred and is growing worse, but nothing unusual has happened to my neck. That doesn't make sense. I think... this is a trap," Xia Nan said.
"Let's walk. Tell me about it," Qin Manjiang said to Xia Nan as he stood up.
On their way here, they had calculated the time between getting into the car