Shen Hai was right. For those chosen by this death game, dying of old age was already a decent ending.
But no one wanted to die, especially at their age.
Aging was a slow process, accumulating over the years, making the changes in one's mind and body difficult to notice.
Just as a young person could never imagine what their mindset would be when they were on the verge of dying of old age.
If they aged slowly and died naturally, perhaps they would understand.
It was the mindset of having lived enough, of death being a release.
But they... were all in their twenties, at an age when they could not bear to die and would never even think of death.
Soup Dumpling had turned deathly pale at Deep Valley Dusk's sudden aging and death. He was the first to break the silence. "But... why did he die like that?"
Xiaotian glanced at the corpse on the ground, then turned his gaze away, unable to bear looking. "Maybe it was because he came out before an hour was up. The game requirements explicitly said to take care of the elderly person for one hour."
Soup Dumpling could not quite understand. "But he said he listened to that fat woman. She was the one who told him to get out. Was fulfilling her wishes not enough either?"
"If we run into the same situation, should we listen to her and meet all her demands, or strictly follow the task requirements?"
Soup Dumpling's question hit the nail on the head.
With a few minutes left before the Third Round began, he kept trying to get ideas from the others.
If the ghost told them to leave the apartment, but leaving before an hour was up meant failing to meet the game's