Jiang Yuanrou once told him that the more people, the shorter the survival time, the more difficult the copy is.

Mo Yi glanced at the crowd that was slowly gathering, and silently counted in his heart: 9 people.

He had a clear idea:

9 people survived for three days, and it seems that the difficulty of this dungeon is quite moderate.

At this moment, the man who rushed out and closed the door just now looked up at the gathering people, cleared his throat and said:

"My name is Zhao Yicheng, and I am a veteran.

As you can see, this game is real. If you die here, you will die outside. However, your luck this time is pretty good and it is not very difficult."

After saying that, he paused, looked around the players who had gathered over carefully, and continued:

"We should have a total of 5 veterans here, and we can take the other 5 new players to team up in groups to find clues, and the chance of survival is higher."

Mo Yi was shocked when he heard this and raised his head - wait, 10 people?

Last second ago, he obviously counted only nine people!

At this moment, the crowd had begun to stir up, and it was even more difficult to count clearly.

Mo Yi frowned, his fingers slowly tightened, and his neatly trimmed and round nails made the palms ached slightly.

Just now... was he counting wrongly, or was there another "person" involved?

He took a deep breath, calmed down the complicated emotions in his heart, and tried hard to suppress the sudden uneasiness in his heart:

No matter what, I can only adapt to the situation.

At this moment, everyone is looking for partners who can form teams with each other.

Seniors and newcomers are actually easy to identify. Those who are panicked and unarmed are players who enter the game for the first time, while those who look more calm and fully equipped are veterans.

Perhaps, because of Mo Yi's outstanding appearance and extremely calm expression, two new girls all cast hopeful eyes at him in tears. Even the woman in the short skirt who had made a big fuss just now looked at him secretly and walked towards him through the crowd.

Mo Yi couldn't help but feel numb.

...He doesn't want experienced teammates to disturb his exploration, but this doesn't mean he wants to bring new players!

One of the girls had already walked to him and was about to say something.

Mo Yi was panicked and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The girl who was about to speak couldn't help but froze and threw injured eyes at him.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him, cold and low, as if it could cause vibrations in the air:

"Sorry, he and I have teamed up."

Mo Yi was also startled by the sound and turned to look behind him.

I saw a man with a very tall body walking out of the corner of the room, walking to Mo Yi, stopping, and looking down at the other person.

This man looks amazing. His light-colored eyes are gloomy gray. He flashes with inorganic cold light under the light, almost like an emotionless cold-blooded animal. Just being watched makes people feel cold in their hearts.

The imposing sense of oppression almost makes your eyes hurt, like facing a sharp blade.

The girl couldn't help but shrank for a moment.

At the same time, another girl arrived at the battlefield. She looked at the three of them. Although she was a little timid, she still spoke unconvincedly:

"But the big brother just said... The veterans and the newcomers are in a team. Are you two veterans not good?"

The man's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the girl who was speaking, and the corners of his lips curled up a curve without temperature:

"Who told you that I am a veteran?"

Two girls: "…"

Are you lying? How could you be a newcomer so calm?

Mo Yi stood aside, watching the development of the situation with a subtle expression.

——How come he has the illusion that he is the male protagonist of the harem?

At this time, Zhao Yicheng, who had just spoken, also noticed the extraordinary commotion here and walked over.

The two girls seemed to have seen the savior and said the matter in a verbal way.

It seemed that Zhao Yicheng had encountered such a thing for the first time. Hearing the word, he was stunned, looked up and looked at the man for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized.

He comforted him: "This guy doesn't hold anything in his hand. He should be a newcomer. Maybe I didn't look carefully just now, because he was too calm, so he counted him as a veteran."

The two girls looked at the man's empty hands at the same time, and then they stopped saying anything awkwardly.

"Will you do this, you'll find out what the guy says." Zhao Yicheng looked at Mo Yi and said, "Who do you want to form a team with?"

Mo Yi frowned without a trace, about to say something.

However, in the flash of lightning, a thought suddenly came to his mind:

Could this person be Jiang Yuanrou found a senior teammate for him?

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the man standing beside him: It seems that he is really tall and handsome, and he is not very talkative?

He thought for a while, but his face remained silent.

Mo Yi blinked, looked at Zhao Yicheng, and spoke without changing his face:

"I'd better team up with this brother, I'd be shy to team up with girls."

Zhao Yicheng and two girls: "..." How did this person come up with such a treacherous reason?

However, since all the parties involved had spoken, the others were not willing to bother them anymore, so they had to walk away in disappointment.

Seeing the backs of several people moving away, Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the man and asked in a tentative manner:

“…Song Qi?”

The man looked at him, squinted his light-colored eyes slightly, with an unpredictable look in his eyes, and then said "um" softly.

Mo Yi breathed a little relieved, it seemed that he had not recognized the wrong person.

He smiled at Song Qi: "Yuanrou didn't contact me, I thought you were not going to come."

Upon hearing this, Song Qi frowned unconsciously. He turned to look at Mo Yi. Before he could say anything, he heard Zhao Yicheng, who was not far away, cleared his throat and said:

"Since everyone has formed their own teams, let's explore them separately. The prompts given by the game are very critical. It is very likely to be clues to survive. Once someone finds something, please share it."

After having the leader, everyone's mood became much more stable than before. Although everyone was still nervous, they still nodded in agreement and then scattered in groups of three or three.

Mo Yi saw with sharp eyes that due to Song Qi and his team formation, Zhao Yicheng divided two more three-person teams to ensure that there was at least one senior in one team.

At this moment, Song Qi turned his head and said to Mo Yi: "Let's go."

Mo Yi hesitated for a moment and replied, "Okay, but I have a place I want to go and see first."

Song Qi nodded and agreed.

This orphanage covers a large area and seems to be quite complex in its internal structure.

A circular hall is connected to four deep and dark corridors. Under the dim light, it is impossible to see the end of each corridor. The entire building is filled with a cold and dusty atmosphere, as if there is an unknown smell floating in the air.

Mo Yi walked inward along the original road while observing the surrounding environment.

This building is obviously very old. All the instruments are covered with dust that seems to have been centuries old. The dirty wallpaper is stained with old dirt and cannot see the original color. It is wrinkled and stuck to the wall. Several places have peeled off, revealing the damp gray-brown wall skin.

Several ancient and old-fashioned hanging lamps hung crookedly on the walls, emitting a faint light with difficulty, but they could never illuminate all corners. In the cold darkness, it seemed that something was always waiting for an opportunity to move.

The lifeless corridor is long and narrow, almost making people breathless.

However, Mo Yi noticed that although it looks old and dilapidated, every piece of furniture and every utensil is still very complete, and it seems that it has not been completely discarded.

Mo Yi pushed open the door and walked into the room where he woke up.

Everything was exactly the same as when he left: six narrow beds were divided into two rows, arranged neatly in the cramped room.

The window sealed by wooden strips was crooked and through the spacious gap, you could see the fluorescent blue countdown floating in the endless darkness outside.

The lights above the head are dim, barely illuminating the interior.

His eyes fell to the ground—

The worn-out teddy bear is gone.

And on the dusty ground, a small yellow note was quietly lying, which was simply folded in half and could not see clearly what was inside.

Mo Yi's heart thumped, walked forward, bent down and picked up the note.

When I expanded the note, I saw an empty gallows drawn with tender strokes on it.

Under the gallows, there are a line of children's handwriting written in colored crayons:
Chapter completed!