I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, are you trying to trick me into playing with strange rules?

Hear Armin's words.

Anna, who was talking, and the blonde male god instantly held their breath, and their faces became solemn.

Their professionalism as containers is evident....

Seemingly.

These two really didn't participate in a dungeon...

Anna set her sights on the door.

The old wooden door, rattling.

This comes after the last two seconds before they stop talking.

Armin's prompt is just two seconds faster....

"A little—

" "How can you be sure it's...",

the blonde youth gestured in sign language, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Wall clocks.

Armin also illustrates with a simple gesture.

The blond youth's eyes froze, and he stared at Armin viciously.

"Do you think I didn't look at the time on the wall

clock?" "It's only past 10 o'clock, how long has it been since I got back to the house

?" "Are you really stupid?"

The corners of the blonde youth's mouth curled with disdain, and his eyes were full of contempt.

But no matter how unhappy I am.

He used it to express his thoughts, and he also used sign language throughout the process.

...

He didn't dare to bet on the truth or falsehood.

Armin shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of pity.

When the blonde young man saw it, a spark instantly appeared in his eyes, and the anger value in his heart was rising.

He felt that Armin was just looking at him discussing with Anna about the use of the dagger left by Lord Feng, and he was excluded, so he deliberately said so!

The blonde young man sneered, the

best way to break Armin's statement is to prove it with practical actions.

I saw that his lips had just opened.

was about to say something, but was directly blocked by Anna with a dagger.

Feel the icy chill.

The blonde youth was visibly confused, his eyes revealing questioning.

He didn't seem to understand why Anna did what she did.

"Shhh

The blonde young man's heart was like being gnawed by a dog, it was messy, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated....

Damn....

Lady Anna actually believed this kid's nonsense!

How long has it been since she returned to her room at 10 o'clock?

How could it have been a little bit?!

The blonde young man was absolutely confident in the passage of time.

He couldn't have been so sluggish.

In fact.

Even if there is a deviation.

Nor can the deviation be outrageous to the size of a few hours.

The speed of time in hours is impossible for him not to discover.

It seems to know that the blonde youth doesn't believe it in his heart, more like he wants to keep this guy from getting into trouble.

Anna used her lips to make a lip shape...

"Panel..."The

blonde young man frowned subconsciously...

But when he opened the panel, he froze in place, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

It's like Armin's panel.

These homegrown players also own the board.

The panel also has the passage of time, no, perhaps it would be better to describe it as the flow rate of tasks.

Previously, they were tasked with surviving for a day.

That's 24 hours.

The current task is to survive 5 days.

That's 120 hours.

According to the normal time flow rate, it is now at most 11 o'clock.

But the blonde youth saw the speed of time flowing under his task panel.

But it's... 95 hours.

According to the time calculation, it is indeed one o'clock the next day.

The blonde-haired young man instantly rose from his back and rushed straight to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Just a little bit.

If he did make a move.

Armin didn't lie about what was on the note.

Then stepmom....

You should be standing outside the door right now!

"..."The

blonde young man's breath became short... But when he realized it, he was trying his best to keep it down...

He saw....

See, hidden behind the door,

in a tattered gap...

He has black hair...

And it's getting closer....

Getting closer....

Until it was pasted on the door....

In the crevices of the tattered planks....

Blonde youth....

Saw a... No eyeballs with whites!

" Damn... What the hell is going on?!"

At this moment, even the blonde young man, who was a Level 6 container, felt a chill all over his body.

All this changes.

It was just a blink of an eye

! Before he could react, he was already shaking in front of death!

"...""Da

... Click. "

There was a knock on the door....

None of the three of them moved, just silently looked at the broken wooden door.

The blonde youth adjusted his mood, his eyes showed a touch of determination, and the small dark blue hand reached out from the bottom of his neck again...

The breath in the room seems to have become cold...

But none of the three cared.

Even this level of coldness is not felt at all.

Because none of the three of them, in a way, are real people....

Whether it's using the art of balance to harness the weird.

Or maybe it's the manipulation of weirdness through sacrificial bodies.

Essentially.

They all have strange powers...

There is a trick in the body.

How can you care about this level of coldness...

Obviously.

The blonde youth is ready for a fight, even if it is a tough one, he will never want to die in vain.

As a containee, he knew it well.

Fighting the weird is not a way to win.

But it's just a lingering breath.

Because it's weird, it can't be killed....

Because you can't be killed....

That's why they contained...

Used to contain these tokens that cannot be killed...

That's where the containment comes in...

And now

, they are facing a 3S-level dungeon, a derivative of the House of Blood.

Defined as an existence that cannot be contained.

There is little hope.

But there are some...

Anna

glared at him sternly.

The meaning couldn't be clearer, take back the weird...

The blonde young man took a deep breath, resisted the uneasiness in his heart, and then listened to Anna's words and took the weirdness back....

Armin silently recorded the scene.

At such a time when self-safety is at stake.

The blonde young man was still able to listen to Anna, which showed that the relationship between the two may not be as simple as ordinary subordination.

Admirers....

Slave....

It's possible both.

But the possibility of slavery is not very likely, because slaves also want to live.

No matter how monstrous the power out there is.

Got into the weird talk game.

Everything is useless.

Slaves are more likely to release their repressed nature in this environment.

No one wants to be a willing slave....

Especially those who have the ability....

Mediocrity and mediocrity are the true portrayals of those slaves.

They will only blindly obey the master's arrangement.

Thinking is nothing more than a useless thing out of reach for them.

When you wake up, you have food to eat, and when you wake up, you have work to do.

That's enough.

Because their lives are already stuffed.

The silence inside the house was terrible.

Even if it's just the sound of the howling wind, it's very conspicuous...

"Whew...,"

the whistling wind pushed the wooden door.

A creaking door.

It makes people wonder how long this wooden door can last.

And in the next moment.

"Da-da

This time.

The wooden door creaked open with the sound of the howling wind...