Having figured everything out, Qin Manjiang wasted no time. He settled Yu Ruoli beside the railing, took a deep breath, and charged straight into the Public Toilet!
The orange-yellow lights did look rather intimidating in the thick fog, and a toilet really was a place with "heavy yin energy."
But now that Qin Manjiang had seen through the rules, how could a little atmosphere scare him?
After rushing inside, he pushed open the doors one after another with a series of clatters, checking each stall.
Nobody, nobody, nobody...
Clang-
This time, Qin Manjiang paused for a moment.
He had found someone.
It was Du Bi'an.
He was leaning against the inner wall of the stall, his mouth wide open, densely packed "Frog Eggs" wriggling inside it.
His abdomen was also swollen. These "Frog Eggs" had probably already burrowed into his belly.
A pity. Fu City had lost another player.
Qin Manjiang was not particularly sad, just somewhat reflective.
Human lives really were worth nothing in this game.
Silently apologizing, Qin Manjiang grabbed Du Bi'an by both feet and dragged him out of the stall, all the way to the toilet entrance. He could not leave yet, but he could throw Du Bi'an's body outside.
Thud-
A body without a soul was nothing more than a pile of flesh that would rot sooner or later. Qin Manjiang felt no guilt over disrespecting the corpse. He dusted off his hands, made sure he had not touched any "Frog Eggs," and returned inside.
Doing things while holding his breath really did take some getting used to.
Besides, because he was physically active, the minute he could normally hold his breath had dropped to forty or fifty seconds at most. This made Qin Manjiang even more certain of his guess.
With the player's own