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Chapter 20 (Peachland)

Chapter 20

The two of them went upstairs together, and they found a few people already standing at the staircase.

As they moved forward, they reached the third floor. The white walls were smeared with blood, and the door to the first room was wide open, with blood flowing down the floor.

A man was sitting with his back to the door. His clothes were drenched in blood, making it hard to tell what they looked like before. His face was a horrifying mess of blood and flesh, and his neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, with only skin and flesh hanging loosely. He had clearly been dead for a while.

The dead man was Zhou Wen. Liang Zuo, who shared a room with him, was hiding in the closet, trembling and looking terrified. He seemed deeply shocked and on the verge of a breakdown.

On the third floor, there were three rooms. The middle one was the suite where Wang Hai and Fang Qing were staying. The door was shut, and Fang Qing’s body lay crookedly outside. Her head had rolled to one side, and the cut on her neck was clean and precise. Her arms were stretched out, with her well-manicured nails facing outward, as if she was reaching out for help, but no one came.

Wang Hai, inside the room, was stunned by what he saw. Fang Qing’s body was blocking the doorway, preventing him from moving backward or entering. Despite his fear, he felt a small, hard-to-notice relief. If he hadn’t acted quickly the night before and used the tools he’d gotten from Zhou Wen to save himself, he might be in the same situation as Fang Qing.

In a survival game, people couldn’t afford to worry about others; their own lives were the priority.

The door to the third room was also closed, and it looked very quiet from the outside. But everyone knew the young man and woman inside might be in serious danger.

There was a lot of blood outside the last room’s door, spread across the walls and floor. Since Fang Qing and Zhou Wen’s deaths were some distance away, it couldn’t be their blood.

"How could this happen? They were fine yesterday," Zhou Yun said, her face turning pale as she stepped back. The scene was shocking.

If Ye Nianchu hadn’t suspected Ding Qi and her of working together, she might have believed it.

"There’s someone in the last room. Should we check it out? Maybe someone is still alive," Ding Qi suggested strongly.

The two waiters at the B&B shook their heads. They were just employees and didn’t want to risk their lives.

Ding Qi turned to the others. Ye Nianchu stepped back, showing she didn’t want to go.

As for the teenager, Ding Qi ignored him. "Why don’t we go together?" Ding Qi proposed.

Wang Hai hesitated but then felt the weapon in his pocket. He knew running away wouldn’t solve anything. He needed to find out what was happening to figure out how to survive. It was daytime, he had a weapon, and Ding Qi was alone, so he could escape if things went wrong.

There was still no signal today. Ye Nianchu looked at her phone and hurried downstairs, looking scared and like she was trying to escape.

Back in her room, she opened the photo again.

Sure enough, the photo had changed.

Three new faces had appeared.

Even though many people had died today, only three new faces showed up in the photo. This was a bad sign. It likely meant the faces in the photo pointed to the remaining players.

Do I need to gather all seven players to finish early?
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