A long corridor appeared in front of Zhang Hu'en, surrounded by steel plates that had been deliberately processed, which reminded him of the laser channel of Resident Evil One. If there was no long bottomless waterway at the bottom of the corridor and there were no 600x600mm ice cubes floating on the waterway, it would be even more like it. At the end of the corridor about six or seven hundred meters long is a door, and there is also a screen above the closed door. The bright red 5:00 in the screen is flashing, as if someone needs to open it.

“So cold!”

Meng Wujian squatted in front of the corridor and reached out to touch Shui Wen and shivered. He put his fingers on the tip of his nose and smelled them, and said:

“It’s gasoline.”

Several people beside him reached into the water to pick them up and smell them.

"Damn, it's really gasoline."

"What should I do? I can't swim?"

"Neither I."

"Don't worry, you don't have to swim over. Didn't you see the ice floes?"

A thin black middle-aged man pointed to a few pieces of ice floating on the oil path, and Meng Wujian poured cold water on him:

"Do you think ice cubes of this thickness can withstand your weight?"

"How can I know if I haven't tried it? Come on, help me."

The black middle-aged man's hand was pulled by Meng Wujian and tiptoed toward a piece of ice in front of him. When he stepped on the ice, he found that the ice had just sank slightly towards the oil line. He was delighted. He thought that the ice was still a large volume under the oil line, so he could withstand his weight. So he swung his hand and broke away from Meng Wujian's support and stepped on the first piece of ice on both feet.

"careful!"

Looking at the black middle-aged man shaking his body on the ice, everyone was sweating for him, but fortunately, the black man had a strong sense of balance. After swaying for a few seconds, he stood firm. He greeted everyone behind him with sweat all over his head:

"No problem, I'm fine!"

The black man then stepped towards the second piece of ice and moved smoothly to the second piece. Now his figure has become more stable. After understanding the characteristics of the ice, he stepped on the third piece of ice with confidence.

"Plop!"

Floating ice and the black man sank into the oil duct all at once, and the black man disappeared in an instant, leaving only the ripples on the water surface telling him that he had been here.

"puff!"

A head poked out of the oil channel, and the black man yelled as he flew around, splashing bright yellow gasoline everywhere:

"Help! Save me... Gululu... I... I can't swim!"

Although the black man was less than five meters away from everyone, no one took the initiative to jump into the oil path to save him. Seeing the black man scattered for a while, he finally grabbed the second piece of ice he had walked past. There was no friction between the slippery oil and the ice cubes, and it suddenly sank again, leaving only two yellow oil traces on the ice cubes.

"Plop!"

Zhang Hu'en lined up to block the people in front and pierced into the oil tray. The pungent and dazzling gasoline made him unable to open his eyes. He swam in the dark towards the place where the black man disappeared, and in a few seconds he touched a body that was still struggling. No matter how many times he pulled the black man and kicked the shore. He finally touched the steps on the shore. Three and four hands grabbed his arm at the same time, pulling him and the black man up, who were covered in oil.

The biting cold began to invade his entire body the moment he got ashore. He quickly got up from the ground and rubbed his skin with his numb hands. The layers of gasoline were rubbed by him. He finally felt that the cold subsided. Zhang Huen, who was talking, found that his teeth were trembling with cold.

"Absolutely below 0°, it's very cold, but not so cold that it's unacceptable."

"If that's the case, I think I can go over and take a look first!"

Surprisingly, the white-haired old lady walked out. She took off her high heels from her feet, then took off her coat and folded it aside, revealing her extremely strong body under her old face. Looking at her slightly arched forearm muscles, the old politician Robben standing beside her said astonished:

"How did you practice?"

"As long as you insist on swimming, especially in winter, you can be like me!"

The old lady stood on the shore and finished warm-up exercises. She sat on the shore and scooped up the gasoline and wiped it. She looked at the movement of covering the gasoline, and everyone felt a headache. When she got down into the oil tray, Zhang Huen, who recovered, smiled and drew the oil tray beside her.

"Don't mind if I'll take a tour with you, beautiful lady."

"You are such a gentleman, young man, then let's see who will swim to the opposite side first?"

Regardless of the reactions of the guys behind them, the two slid down the oil trajectory one by one and one behind, and began to swim towards the opposite side. Meng Wujian looked at the shadows of the two of them swimming farther and turned around to ask the rest:

"Who else can't swim, raise your hand."

He raised his six hands slowly, Meng Wujian looked at the remaining people who knew water and said:

"If we want to ensure the greatest advantage, we have to help these land ducks go over, so I suggest..."

"Wait, it's your turn to tell me when it's your turn. You have to help yourself, I'll leave first."

The police mocked Meng Wujian and also went down the oil road. When the other people saw that the police were playing with the peacock flying southeast, they could only express their helplessness and swim towards the other side.

"Wow, I'm frozen to death!"

"**, this damn game!"

Looking at the people in the oil path who kept expressing their anger, Meng Wujian turned around and looked at the six land ducks standing in the corner at a loss, and said sympathetically:

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

When he went down to the oil tray and swam a little half a distance in the cold gasoline, the six landslides watched the gradually decreasing time on the opposite side and rushed down the oil tray like crazy. Two of them might have learned basic dog padding and actually showed their extraordinary potential to catch up. One of them swam past Meng Wujian, but the other grabbed Meng Wujian, took a sip of gasoline and shouted:

"I don't want to die, save me, save me!"

"Don't pull me, we'll all die!"

Meng Wujian's balance was immediately disrupted. The man kept dragging his clothes and pulled him into the depths of the oil path. Meng Wujian was choked with gasoline, and his stomach was disgusting and uncomfortable. He kicked the man in the head, but he couldn't get rid of the man's entanglement.

(Are I going to die here?)

A strong arm stretched out from under the oil and grabbed his left hand. Meng Wujian was pulled out of the oil layer. Looking at Zhang Hu'en with oily face, she wanted to speak but couldn't speak.

"Wow!"

The man who was pulling him tightly hugged his waist, then jumped out of the oil surface and sprayed a mouthful of gasoline at Zhang Hu'en. Zhang Hu'en dragged the two people to swim to the opposite shore. Fortunately, his strength was strong enough and fast enough, so he pulled the two dead dog-like oil drowning people to the shore.

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhu! I said you are so amazing that you can save people in this way."

Zhong Yi, who was leaning against the wall, gasped and gave Zhang Hu'en a thumbs up. Zhang Hu'en ignored him and just looked back and found that there were two other oil drowning people who were not swallowed by the oil. The black man and the biting middle-aged woman were huddling on a piece of ice and shouting loudly, shouting for help.

"There are 40 seconds left, it's too late."

Meng Wujian, who woke up, looked at the screen on the door and murmured. Zhang Hu'en turned around and swam over again. The people on the shore exclaimed:

"Come back, are you crazy? You will be burned to death!"

Only Zhang Hu'en was clear about what he was thinking. Since entering the game, he has observed everyone, but it turned out that everyone was not a new jigsaw. That means that the new jigsaw was watching their performance in front of the screen. Otherwise, how could he or she know that the fat man Erikson was left in the parking lot and waiting to die.

Since everyone is not a new Jigsaw, then he has the obligation to help more people to survive to the next level under the conditions of his ability. The more people, the more scapegoats, the more valuable it is. The thinking that a rational strong man should have. Zhang Hu'en only cared about his own ideas and completely ignored the feelings of the audience in the virtual cinema. Many fans saw Zhang Hu'en taking risks one after another in the first level, and shouted that the Virgin Mary was coming in the virtual cinema! Some Zhang fans even said that they had misread Zhang Hu'en. They originally thought they were a black-hearted and unconventional uncle, but they did not expect to become a living Lei Feng in the chainsaw.

Regardless of whether it was Lei Feng or not, Zhang Hu'en had already swam to the black man. He grabbed the black man's hand and put him on his shoulder, stretched out his other hand to grab the middle-aged woman. Who knew that the middle-aged woman actually retreated in panic and fell into the oil path.

"Run! Run!"

Zhang Hu'en turned around and a bright wall of fire was rushing towards him. The black man looked at the wall of fire and drew a cross on his chest with his hands and said:

"May God forgive my sins!"

"Hold your breath!"

Zhang Hu'en shouted, took a deep breath, and pulled the black man into the depths of the dark oil path. The people standing on the other side watched the fire burning along the oil path. The middle-aged woman blew out after falling into the oil path. The rapid flame immediately covered her upper body. Everyone only saw a ball of flame covering her. After she let out a tragic scream, she sank into the oil path.

Meng Wujian resisted the discomfort in her stomach and stood up to open the door that was opened because of the time being exhausted. It was pitch black inside and couldn't see anything clearly.

"I won't go, I won't go!"

The first mental breakdown was a young lady. Her ol costume had become soaked in oil. She looked pretty good. However, everyone had no intention of appreciating her performance. She just stared at the dark door with a serious expression. Some people were already slumped on the ground and couldn't keep their energy in order to continue the next game.

"Bang!"

A greasy big hand was placed on the steps on the shore. A man soaked in gasoline dragged a dying old Hei to climb up the shore. Everyone watched Zhang Hu'en lying on the shore and tilted his throat, spitting all the gasoline in his stomach and the overnight meal into the oil channel. His mouth was wide open and could stuff a pineapple into it.

"Hmm, wow!"

The black man turned over and began to vomit. The filth splashed the lady's stockings, and the lady jumped and screamed:

"We will all die, we will all die!"

Her disobedience made the atmosphere at the scene heavier. Zhang Hu'en finished sucking his throat and felt that there was nothing in his stomach. He suppressed his constant disgusting feeling and said in his throat:

"Jigsaw thinks he is God and can manipulate the life and death of all of us. If we do not resist, it is equivalent to betraying our own beliefs, bowing to Jigsaw, and becoming slaves under his tyranny. Tell me, will you surrender and power weak scum?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. The damn atmosphere of despair was finally dispersed a little. The screen that had been showing "0:00" suddenly made a terrible laugh, and the ugly face of Billy doll appeared on the screen again.

"I always thought that Johnson was just a boxer with muscles in his mind. He didn't expect to express his loyalty to your God in despair. I admit that I underestimated you Johnson, just as no one would have guessed that you, a man with a firm belief, would become a gangster thug for money, and cruelly beat the financial pillar of a family of five to death. Oh, sorry, Johnson, have I touched your scars again? In order to earn your conscience dollars, how much money and harm the people have you done? Do you still remember it yourself?"

"shut up!"

Zhang Hu'en jumped up in anger, pulled down the TV screen hanging on the door and threw it into the oil passage.

"Hahaha, Johnson, you can never get rid of your nightmare, you will find your true redemption in the next game."

The voice of Billy's doll rang out on the TV screen across the corridor, and kept coming and drilling into everyone's ears. The morale, which had just improved a little, immediately returned to freezing point, and everyone's eyes looked at Zhang Hu'en strange again, as if they were all as flawless as saints.

"Uh, I suddenly think this jigsaw is quite cute!"
Chapter completed!