On the way back, Cheng Miao was led by Qiudong.
She was completely immersed in her own thoughts, and she carefully recalled everything that had happened since she came to this instance.
You can also find that there are actually hidden patterns in it.
Qiu Dong didn't care very much. Just as Wei Jiao thought, the seven of them occupied the lowest survival quota.
I really can't think of it. Once everyone else is dead and the difficulty decreases, I can get out naturally.
But he also knew that Cheng Miao was definitely unwilling, let alone whether he was using the death of others to pave the way for himself.
Shan said that Cheng Miao had gone through 14 dungeons because she had always thought of her own way out. She definitely didn't want to leave any regrets in the last dungeon.
Now everyone is used to Yaya being an NPC who cannot be messed with, but there is not much communication with her.
Everyone ate their meals in silence.
Zhu Dingkun looked at the empty chairs next to him and sighed, "There are fewer and fewer people, and the chairs are getting empty."
Cheng Miao, who was drinking soup, instantly tightened his spoon and stared up at Zhu Dingkun with burning eyes, "What did you say?"
Zhu Dingkun was frightened by Cheng Miao's reaction, "I...I said there are fewer and fewer people..."
"That's not it."
Zhu Dingkun thought about it again and then said uncertainly, "Are the chairs getting more and more empty?"
Cheng Miao was silent for a moment, exhaled and closed his eyes, "I know what the rules are."
One sentence shocked a group of people.
Everyone wanted Cheng Miao to speak out quickly, but Yaya was still drinking the soup expressionlessly.
Although this NPC seemed fake most of the time, they still didn't want to risk discussing the dungeon in front of her.
Everyone finished their meal in a hurry, and while Yaya went to the kitchen, they all crowded into the bedroom.
The three paintings were still silent. Li Ying's body was decaying even more. Wei Jiao turned around and did not dare to look at it again.
The middle painting has more black circles, densely packed on the screen.
Cheng Miao sat down and took out a piece of paper from his space backpack, "I suspect that the order of death is related to the order of our seats."
Everyone looked at her in surprise, but she ignored them. She first drew a long square table on the paper and marked the positions of the seven people on her side.
Cheng Miao handed the paper to the others, "Mark your own position and the people around you."
After everyone passed it around and then it was passed to Cheng Miao, Cheng Miao frowned, pointed to the seats on the paper and asked Zhu Dingkun, "Are you sitting here?"
Zhu Dingkun shrank his neck, "If something happened to someone in the back, we would go forward to make up for it..."
Cheng Miao pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I want it on the first day."
A lot of people have died now, and many players' seats have been changed, but Cheng Miao clearly remembers that Zhu Dingkun's team sat at the back on the first day.
Zhu Dingkun took the paper back, revised it and handed it to Cheng Miao.
Everyone gathered together to take a look.
The ones closest to Yaya were Cheng Miao and Qin Musong opposite.
Next to Cheng Miao are Qi Jiajia, Qiu Dong, Qi Miao, Wei Jiao, Zhu Dingkun, Wu Jiayang, Ren Qiu and Zhou Chunyu.
Opposite Qin Musong were Lin Zhu, Jiang Chen, Chi Qing, Mu Yuan, Li Ying, Chen Shan, Shi Yun and Du Guang.
Cheng Miao exhaled, his eyes still on the paper, "Did you see anything?"
Zhu Dingkun couldn't believe it, "The order of death is...in the order of our seats?"
Cheng Miao nodded, "To be precise, in the order of seats from the beginning."
"But..." Wei Jiao wrung her fingers, "Zhou Chunyu and Ren Qiu's deaths can match each other, but Li Ying's accident happened later, not in that order..."
Cheng Miao circled Li Ying, Chen Shan, and Wu Jiayang who had entered the painting. "The three of them are not dead and are not included in the order."
Hearing what Cheng Miao said, everyone looked at the seat map again.
That's right.
Zhou Chunyu was the first to be injured in a fall, Ren Qiu was the second to be attacked by a tiger, Du Guang was the third to fall into quicksand, and Shi Yun was the fourth to encounter a landslide.
They indeed met their deaths at one time according to the position farthest from Yaya.
Zhu Dingkun's face was extremely ugly. If he looked at it this way, he would definitely be the next to die.
He forced himself to calm down and asked Cheng Miao, "Miss Cheng, why do people sometimes die and sometimes not?"
Cheng Miao looked at the painting, "Have you noticed that on the day when no one dies, there must be a player entering the painting..."
Everyone shuddered when they recalled it.
"This is... this is forcing players to die every day!" Wei Jiao was covered in cold sweat, and her bangs were wet on her forehead.
Cheng Miao didn't say anything, this was what the copy meant.
Although it does not mean that there is no life at all, it is indeed not easy to survive.
Everyone stopped talking, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.
"Then... does that mean that if a player dies today, nothing will happen to the players in the order?" Wei Jiao asked softly.
Cheng Miao's face turned cold, "I don't know this."
Wei Jiao was frightened by Cheng Miao, and Qi Miao also frowned and pulled her teammates.
Everyone fell asleep with their own thoughts, Cheng Miao looked at the painting that turned into black paper again.
Now that the rules have been found, the order is also known.
The only thing I don't know about is this painting.
But because the rules in this copy are very random, although the order is first, it will not cause death.
But if you violate the rules, you will go directly into the painting.
This is something you can't solve even if you have the tools.
Therefore even Cheng Miao did not dare to act rashly.
When he woke up the next day, he saw Zhu Dingkun looking like he was mourning for his heir. During breakfast, he told Yaya that he didn't want to go herding cattle today.
Yaya doesn't matter, it's still the old saying, just come back.
Zhu Dingkun had no expression. Others were gone, so he couldn't care about the cow.
However, Cheng Miao said that they would help him release him together.
There were no traces of any taboos in this copy. She thought it would be better not to make such stupid mistakes.
Zhu Dingkun's godless eyes showed some gratitude.
Wei Jiao was a little unhappy. Qi Miao asked several times but she didn't say anything.
But in fact, Cheng Miao knew that she was afraid that Zhu Dingkun had escaped a disaster and she would be the next one to get into trouble.
But this kind of mentality cannot be blamed. After all, many moral bottom lines can be abandoned in the face of life and death.
A group of people slowly went out to herd the cows. Qi Jiajia simply tied up all the cows with her hair. It didn't take much effort anyway.
Qi Miao and Mu Yuan came and thanked them seriously, then went back and sat still.
Now they are like lambs waiting for the sickle of death to strike them.
Just when Cheng Miao was calculating how many drawings were needed to complete the comic strip, a roar of thunder suddenly sounded from the horizon.
