I tell fortunes for NPCs in a horror game

As for the last one, No. 5, as a betrayer, he cannot excuse himself. After the game ended, he calmed down. During the game, the conversation between No. 7 and the host was swirling in his mind, and he felt that if he didn't work hard once, he would have nothing. He didn't want to leave the game in embarrassment, so even though he knew that he could not get to this point without the help of Nos. 1-4, he still gave in to his desire.

However, before Shu Ran announced that No. 5 was eliminated, Lin Xiangwan did something that surprised everyone - she drew two cards and handed them directly to No. 5.

"Take it," Lin Xiangwan said.

"What...what do you mean?" No. 5 looked at her in disbelief.

"There are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies. In several rounds, it was because of you that we all saved the cards. In the last round, we got three cards and no one lost anything."

"But this card is given to me, what will you do?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just take it." Seeing Shu Ran about to speak, Lin Xiangwan quickly stuffed the cards into his hand.

This copy is very special, there is no background, only a table, so any appearance is normal. Based on Lin Xiangwan's observations, she felt that No. 7 was most likely an NPC, but the identities of the other players were unknown.

Lin Xiangwan was not so selfless as to give up the chance of life to others. She was just very interested in the world on the other side of the glass window and wanted to see it.

For a person with open eyes, playing this kind of intrigue game is meaningless at all. Except for the small chance of bad luck that needs to be considered, the rest of the time it is a must-win situation.

Therefore, from Lin Xiangwan's perspective, if she wants to be "eliminated", she can only rely on dedication.

Before anyone else could think of a solution, Shu Ran couldn't wait to announce the result: "No. 4, eliminated."

"Sister!" Bian Zhao's shout rang in his ears, and the world began to spin, and he seemed to be thousands of miles away in an instant.

"Sister Wanwan? Can you hear it?" "Bang bang——"

Several sounds in succession brought Lin Xiangwan back to her senses. She looked at the empty rooftop and fell into deep thought.

When this scene appeared in front of her, the way she thought of death was to jump or fall from a building.

With this association, the elimination of No. 6 and No. 8 and the "fall" do have some superficial relationship.

No. 6 was obviously safe, but was hit by something falling from upstairs and hit the lower floor; No. 8 had completed the roller coaster segment, was frightened, and fell from the sky without any choice at the end.

Lin Xiangwan looked at the high-rise buildings around him and estimated that what he was stepping on was also an office building.

She turned around and glanced at the closed rooftop door, then walked towards the door calmly. The closer she got to the door, the more she felt a chill coming over her.

Lin Xiangwan tried to open the door but failed. This scene looked very much like No. 6 being unable to escape when there was an earthquake in the room.

But is Lin Xiangwan an ordinary person? She stopped pretending, took a half step back, and drew a powerful talisman on the palm of her left hand with her right hand.

"What is No. 4 doing?" The questioning voice should be No. 9.

Lin Xiangwan didn't stop moving her hands, but raised her head and said with a smile: "Open your eyes and take a good look."

She said this to Shu Ran.

Every time a player was eliminated, Shu Ran did not appear on either side of the glass window. But before No. 8 fell from the roller coaster, Lin Xiangwan felt an obvious ghost aura, which meant that she must be watching, and she might even be nearby.

Fu Cheng, Lin Xiangwan clenched her fist and slammed it against the iron door. There was a thunderous sound when the flesh collided with the iron, and she felt the ground beneath her feet shake violently.

After playing the dungeon several times, Lin Xiangwan already had a concrete understanding of space.

Dreamers have the ability to shape space, but most of the time it is closely related to their experiences, and their ability to resist creation is also different.

Bian Leda: "Is this door a decoration?"

Bian Zhao: "Brother, I'm not telling you, if I throw you in, you might not even get a scratch."

Murong Guangbai: "It's really awesome. Where did you find this great master?"

No. 9: "Then what... do you really think it's normal for her to be like this?"

Accompanied by the discussion of others, after smashing a hole in the iron door, Lin Xiangwan continued to exert force in the direction of the door lock without hesitation, making each blow firm.

There was already a gap between the door and the wall. Lin Xiangwan shook his wrist and was about to deliver the final blow when hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from the other side of the door.

Lin Xiangwan was prepared and took a few steps back. As soon as he stood still, the iron door fell down. Standing behind the door were a group of menacing men holding iron rods.

Before Lin Xiangwan could say anything, the leader knocked hard on the wall next to him with an iron rod. Every time he knocked, it was like scratching scars in the empty air, making a "whoosh" sound.

Lin Xiangwan did not appear to be trembling as everyone expected, but instead looked at the other party with a smile on his face.

The elder brother's voice was firm and powerful, like a sharp knife: "Pay back the money!"

"Do I owe money?" Lin Xiangwan chuckled, "Then tell me how much I owe."

"Two million, get the money quickly. It will be good for you and me." The eldest brother looked at him coldly.

"I have to ask for 200 million. Have you never seen the money?" Lin Xiangwan could feel the air around him becoming more solemn due to her cynicism.

The eldest brother pointed the stick in his hand at her and waved it twice: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Lin Xiangwan put away his playful smile and said in a very calm tone: "No money."

The eldest brother approached step by step with an iron rod. As he approached, Lin Xiangwan also retreated.

Lin Xiangwan watched with interest the dozen or so people who appeared behind him, imagining what would happen next.

Is the war of words escalating? Or violent conflict?

"Sister Wanwan, be careful!"

When Lin Xiangwan heard the reminder from another space, her steps suddenly stopped. The unusual touch of her heels made her subconsciously glance sideways and behind her.

Good guy! The rooftop that was still dozens of meters away when she walked over instantly shrunk by more than half, and she had already reached the edge of the rooftop after only taking a dozen steps back. This is clearly asking her to "jump off the building".

“Pay back the money!” “Pay back the money!”…

The NPCs were shouting desperately, and their voices were really higher than the sky and broader than the earth.

Lin Xiangwan curled her lips in boredom. She couldn't figure out why she couldn't bring props into the game. Otherwise, she could now use the peach wood sword to compete with these iron stick warriors.

With no way out, Lin Xiangwan simply attacked the eldest brother closest to her. With a loud "bang", she knocked the iron rod out of her eldest brother's hand with lightning speed. Not only that, there was also a clear arc left on the iron rod.

The eldest brother covered his injured wrist with a surprised look on his face, as if he didn't realize that she would resist.