Chapter 1613: Chapter 1613
The two injured people raised a white flag from afar, limping while loudly shouting, "Help us, we have clues to escape!"
The props Yi Jun set up allowed a view outside but not inside, so the two did not directly face Xu Huo and the others but shouted in a slightly different direction.
"Are they for real?" Tong Qi craned his neck to size them up, "Doesn’t look like they’re too badly hurt."
"We can’t let them in," Liao Xiaorong added, "They might be here to fish for information."
"What if they really have escape clues?" said a short player standing behind them, whose name was unknown.
"Easy, just go out and ask if you’re so curious," Chi Xian replied.
The short player immediately fell silent.
The two outside had already entered the fifty-meter range of the Clock Tower, but unfortunately, those inside couldn’t warn them to keep their distance since talking inside couldn’t be heard outside. As they continued to attract attention, Xu Huo turned around and walked to the center of the Clock Tower, using the Black Blade to cut a hole in the floor, "I’ll be right back."
Although Yi Jun’s props sealed the ceiling and floor, being a Rank-B prop, the Black Blade cut easily. However, once opened, this prop became completely ineffective. Luckily, as the film fell, Young Master Mo used his prop to seal the window again and told Xu Huo, who had already jumped downstairs, "Knock when you’re coming back up, and I’ll let you in."
"The Rank-B prop was easily destroyed," Tong Qi whispered, "That Black Blade must be at least a Rank-A prop."
Having experienced Xu Huo’s "Spiritual Control," Liao Xiaorong whispered, "Obviously, a C-Rank Super Evolver can’t be that strong unless they’re exceptional."
As allies in the same boat, having stronger companions was beneficial. Tong Qi mumbled about how it was fortunate he hadn’t left in the morning, moved to the Tower’s center, and asked Young Master Mo to open a door so he could check if he could help.
Before Young Master Mo could speak, the newly added transparent prop barrier was knocked upon.
Young Master Mo rotated the circular disc in his hand, and as he moved, a circular opening simultaneously appeared at the center of the disc and the barrier-covered floor.
Xu Huo jumped back up, calmly walked to the window, waved at the two below indicating for them to leave, and then said, "No one should come for a while."
Tong Qi, still in his previous spot, saw from afar that the two really left and couldn’t help but curiously ask, "Did you fight them? How come there was no sound, and how did it end so quickly?"
He frowned in thought for a moment, "Did you just go to let off some steam?"
Liao Xiaorong and the others simply couldn’t bear to look at him.
Xu Huo said indifferently, "The ones who came weren’t very strong."
Whether they were strong or not, the others didn’t know, but their gazes toward Xu Huo carried a hint of awe.
As Xu Huo mentioned, after a small incident, nothing else occurred that night. The players, including Yi Jun, woke up only at dawn.
Retracting his place prop, Yi Jun wasn’t surprised that his defense prop failed, but rather regrettably said, "Never slept this well before."
Meaning, it was dreamless.
Among the Mi Yaojia group, some fell asleep in the instance for the first time, others for the second time. Some dreamed, some slept till dawn, with little relation to whether they had slept the night before.
In other words, for the twenty or so individuals who entered the Clock Tower, their sleep and whether they dreamt were random and mostly dependent on their specific conditions, unrelated to simple observable conditions.
Yi Jun and the others were already aware of Zhao Qing’s disappearance and felt somewhat anxious in the absence of clues. Someone suggested looking again to see if there were other possibilities or exchange information with other players.
So far, they hadn’t found anything valuable, and nothing related to the escape had been leaked, but players’ prop information could become exchange material.
Of course, they couldn’t stop others from leaving.
"Let me be frank upfront," Yi Jun said, "If anyone leaks my prop information, I guarantee they won’t see tomorrow’s sun."
As he spoke, he took out a sunflower plate-shaped prop and gently shook it, releasing more than twenty little beetles glowing with white light.
"Better safe than sorry; this prop can detect if someone is lying," Yi Jun caught one and placed it on the back of his hand, "I promise not to disclose any player’s information present here to others."
He paused before adding, "After leaving here, if I break my promise, the beetle will turn red."
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Young Master Mo rotated the circular disc in his hand, and as he moved, a circular opening simultaneously appeared at the center of the disc and the barrier-covered floor.
Xu Huo jumped back up, calmly walked to the window, waved at the two below indicating for them to leave, and then said, "No one should come for a while."
Tong Qi, still in his previous spot, saw from afar that the two really left and couldn’t help but curiously ask, "Did you fight them? How come there was no sound, and how did it end so quickly?"
He frowned in thought for a moment, "Did you just go to let off some steam?"
Liao Xiaorong and the others simply couldn’t bear to look at him.
Xu Huo said indifferently, "The ones who came weren’t very strong."
Whether they were strong or not, the others didn’t know, but their gazes toward Xu Huo carried a hint of awe.
As Xu Huo mentioned, after a small incident, nothing else occurred that night. The players, including Yi Jun, woke up only at dawn.
Retracting his place prop, Yi Jun wasn’t surprised that his defense prop failed, but rather regrettably said, "Never slept this well before."
Meaning, it was dreamless.
Among the Mi Yaojia group, some fell asleep in the instance for the first time, others for the second time. Some dreamed, some slept till dawn, with little relation to whether they had slept the night before.
In other words, for the twenty or so individuals who entered the Clock Tower, their sleep and whether they dreamt were random and mostly dependent on their specific conditions, unrelated to simple observable conditions.
Yi Jun and the others were already aware of Zhao Qing’s disappearance and felt somewhat anxious in the absence of clues. Someone suggested looking again to see if there were other possibilities or exchange information with other players.
So far, they hadn’t found anything valuable, and nothing related to the escape had been leaked, but players’ prop information could become exchange material.
Of course, they couldn’t stop others from leaving.
"Let me be frank upfront," Yi Jun said, "If anyone leaks my information, I guarantee they won’t see tomorrow’s sun."