But now...
Facing Ah Miao, Zheng Zai felt embarrassed. He didn’t want this woman to know he was a monster.
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The clock struck twelve.
Wen Xishu, Ling Fu, Ling Chen, Lang Haidu, and Yue Yun along with Xiaojin were already in front of the mural, waiting for new clues.
When the new numbers appeared, everyone was surprised.
In the corner of the mural, the person holding the sign raised it again, and this time—
The number of jars had become 60.
"In the next twenty-four hours... we need to open sixty jars?" Lang Haidu looked at Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu said:
"I’m afraid so. Let’s go, there are no other changes in the mural for now. This means that the second day isn’t too bad yet, with the only variable being the number of jars."
Everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts. If it was thirty jars a day, it felt like slowly boiling a frog in warm water...
But sixty jars, it was foreseeable that after everyone woke up and opened the jars... more people would die.
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...
Wen Xishu and the others did not choose to sleep collectively, instead, they arranged shifts.
To prevent any situations from occurring while everyone was asleep.
By noon, everyone gathered again.
Some people started to get hungry again.
But overall, everyone looked much better than the day before.
The second day’s jar-opening time arrived.
Wen Xishu’s explanation of the jars to be opened this time shocked everyone.
The number of sixty jars clearly diminished everyone’s sense of security.
Four groups, each group needing to open fifteen jars. And the number of people in each group was around fifty.
Almost a third of the people had to open the jars, causing a lot of discussions.
Based on yesterday’s jar-opening statistics, the death rate was close to thirty percent.
Thirty jars, nine people dead. This included the cadre Fang Tianhen.
Today, undoubtedly, was a heavy day.
But some were worried, and some were happy. For instance, those who opened jars yesterday didn’t have to do it today.
Wen Xishu instructed the leaders of each group to start counting the people who would open the jars.
Soon, although unwilling, people complied as yesterday’s group had done. Once order was established, people were reluctant to break it.
Some people shouted about unfairness, such as those in Lang Haidu’s group, where someone was dissatisfied.
But Lang Haidu was not a kind businessman; anyone who had fallen to the Deceit Tower was no gentle soul.
Lang Haidu’s method was simple, he arranged for a group of people to beat the dissenter until he was half-dead, then Lang Haidu said casually:
"Later, you’ll be taken to open the jars by the other two record-keepers, any more questions?"
"No... no... no more!" The person shook his head frantically.
Lang Haidu smiled gently:
"See, harmony brings wealth. If you’re good, we’re all good."
Actually, Ling Chen and Ling Fu’s group had similar issues, even Wen Xishu’s group did too.
But everyone quickly resolved the disobedience in their groups.
In the end, in the apocalypse of the Deceit Tower, no one would pamper you.
So soon, all four groups decided who would open the jars.
The first group was Lang Haidu’s.
Fifteen jars.
Lang Haidu himself also had to open one, but it was another empty jar.
Lang Haidu breathed a sigh of relief again. It felt like surviving a round of Russian roulette.
But what happened next to his group members wasn’t so fortunate.
The fourth jar, opened a shadow.
But Bao Longtao did not decide to save the person, and the person who opened the shadow desperately called to Bao Longtao for help, but Bao Longtao ignored him.
The reason was simple:
"Today, I’m sure more than one will die, I must save the most valuable person."
Everyone could understand this. Actually, they would do the same. But still, some accused—if you save someone now, it’s because you’re kind-hearted, later you can’t save them because the prop’s usage is exhausted, no one will blame you. Don’t you think you’re too self-serving?
Bao Longtao ignored this, he knew best what life was like in the Bunker after losing both hands.
"Don’t fucking buzz around, life won’t give me many chances, even if it’s just one, I have to seize it."
No one spoke again.
The seventh jar, a fragment of the goddess’s skirt. Another divine servant was born.
Knocked out by Zheng Zai, he was tied up. His mouth was stuffed, and his hands and feet were locked.
Wen Xishu did not choose to execute him, as the threat from a divine servant was minimal.
Previously, Ayoovic, actually Wen Xishu thought about it and realized, also didn’t deserve to die.
But Ayoovic was determined to reveal some information, and in the end, got his head blown off by the shoe woman.
After handling this matter, the jar-opening action continued.
But at this time, Ling Fu realized a problem—
Wen Xishu, was actually as terrifying as the shoe woman.
Because the skirt fragment, in fact, went unnoticed by the other two record-keepers.
And other people didn’t know what was happening, because others couldn’t see the people from opposing factions, there was no color distinction.
Only Wen Xishu could see it.
This made Ling Fu think... Wen Xishu could designate anyone as from the opposing faction.
Others had no way to argue their case.
Moreover, Ling Fu knew one thing—
The fewer the survivors climbing the tower, the higher the reward cap.
So, he was very curious, what kind of person Wen Xishu was... would he designate someone as a divine servant?
Would he do such a thing?
For the first time, Ling Fu had an extremely strong desire to observe someone.