At midnight, the world is pulled into a strange game.
While others were trembling for their lives, Lin Yuan fell into deep thought as he watched the translucent barrage floating in front of his eyes.
High energy ahead! Never look back at the ceiling!
[Don't believe the woman in red, she's holding Meng Po soup!
[There is a way to survive in the third drawer on the left, but remember to hold your breath when you take it!
While other players were still struggling to figure out the rules and faced being wiped out at any time, Lin Yuan had already relied on these "off-site assistance" to force the weirdness in the copy to write a letter of resignation overnight. Until one day, Lin Yuan discovered that the senders of these barrages seemed to be big bosses who had "died" in this game... "So, you are not actually dead, you are just hanging up?" Lin Yuan sighed and spread the boss's ashes with his backhand.
