Shen Hai was right. For everyone chosen by this game of death, dying of old age was already a fairly good ending.
But no one wanted to die, especially at their age.
Aging was a slow process, accumulating over the years and months, making it difficult to notice the changes in one's mind and body.
Just as a young person could never imagine what their mindset would be when they neared death from old age.
If they aged slowly and died naturally, they would probably come to understand.
It was the mindset of having lived enough, of seeing death as a release.
But they... were all in their twenties, at an age when they could not bear to die, let alone think about death.
Soup Dumpling had gone 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 looked away, unable to bear the sight. "Maybe it was because he came out before the hour was up. The game requirements clearly stated that we had to look after the elderly person for an hour."
Soup Dumpling struggled to understand. "But he said he was listening to that fat woman. She told him to get lost. Was even fulfilling her wishes not allowed?"
"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 got straight to the point.
With a few minutes left before the third round began, he kept trying to get some ideas out of the others.
If the ghost told them to leave the apartment, but leaving before the hour was up meant failing to meet the game's