Three Towers Game-Chapter 829 - 247: The Cruel Eerie Tournament

Twenty seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

It seemed as if something was stirring restlessly within the ten mirrors.

In five seconds, the massive divine punishment would descend, destroying all living beings. Zheng was sweating profusely on his forehead and back.

He couldn't withstand the divine punishment once it came.

"From one to begin, to ten to end. Numbered up to one hundred...ten mirrors of varying sizes that can reflect a person perfectly."

"Old Zheng. Go to number 81."

Literally speaking, from one to begin and to ten to end, seemed very much like one to ten...

So in these final seconds, a horde of bizarre creatures desperately wanted to squeeze into the coffins in front.

Especially the coffins numbered from one to ten.

Though there were only a few seconds left before the divine punishment, the coffins at the back were still largely ignored.

Wen Xishu could see the centipede legs on the van violently banging on the lid of coffin number six, trying to shatter the person inside.

And that peculiar, pure-hearted cockroach, surprisingly, just needed a crack to slip into coffin number three.

In theory, only one person could fit into each coffin.

But after the cockroach squeezed into coffin number three, there was no further movement.

Soon enough, blood began to ooze from the coffin's seams.

The grotesque contest was extremely brutal.

Some eyes even turned toward Wen Xishu.

"I want to bind this human to my coffin lid!"

A gigantic eyeball focused on Wen Xishu.

It was four or five times larger than a human, and from a distance, it looked like a gigantic eyeball.

Upon closer inspection, the eye was surrounded by limb-like appendages, the size of infant arms, giving it the appearance of hair around a spherical eye due to the size disparity.

It rushed toward Wen Xishu.

Wen Xishu naturally had a way to handle it, but Zheng grabbed Wen Xishu and ran swiftly:

"Bro, get out of the way!"

Due to the Chaos Card, Zheng's speed was amplified, and all negative attributes were erased, so Zheng was now very fast.

He attempted to push Wen Xishu into coffin number 81.

This made Wen Xishu quite touched.

Because of his extraordinary abilities, Wen Xishu lacked a sense of crisis.

But putting himself in Old Zheng's shoes, he could feel that perhaps in Old Zheng's eyes, this was a matter of life and death.

On the brink of death, Old Zheng chose to give Wen Xishu the safe number he deduced.

Wen Xishu felt a slight stir in his heart:

"Don't worry, Old Zheng. I don't need it."

Before the giant eyeball approached Wen Xishu, he hid in coffin number 80.

Only five seconds remained before the divine punishment.

The mirrors started to crack.

The massive eyeball creature saw that Wen Xishu had already closed his coffin, realized there was little time left, and gave up to choose a lucky number—seventy-seven.

Five, four, three, two.

One.

The sound of shattering mirrors erupted, accompanied by countless eerie laughs.

The laughter was chilling, like the bizarre mix of baby laughs and women's shrill voices in the dead of night.

Coffin number two suddenly burst open.

Countless bizarre creatures, a blend of women and babies with hundreds of grimacing faces, leered at the person inside coffin number two.

Soon, its bizarre, liquid-like body surged like a tide, engulfing Hujiang, the puppet-like rare creature inside coffin number two.

This was an urban legend occurring on the eve of the apocalypse, rumored to be a girl often abandoned by people.

Everyone who picked her up afterward would slowly grow to hate her, but if they tried to abandon her, they would die.

Compared to other monsters, her killing speed was too slow; it would take forever to upgrade from rare to elite.

So she was invited to participate in the grotesque contest.

But now, she was becoming part of the monster; she had been so close to the correct answer but still chose wrong.

The leader-level monster, Mother You, was devouring and assimilating her.

This wasn't happening to just this pitiful puppet.

The lid of coffin number three had also been opened. The pure-hearted cockroach, touted as a frontrunner for the championship in this zone...

It was also being mercilessly devoured by Mother You.

The cockroach, with over nine hundred points, regretted it immensely, still having many points left unspent.

But now, it couldn't draw any cards.

Before long, the cockroach was swallowed by the liquid Mother You and ultimately perished.

The championship favorite was ruthlessly eliminated.

This scene was happening all over.

The eyeball creature that tried to bind Wen Xishu to the coffin lid was no exception.

Even—

Wen Xishu himself was experiencing it too.

But when Mother You opened the coffin where Wen Xishu was, she glanced coldly at him and sensed the effect of Wen Xishu's Divine Card.

She headed toward coffin number one.

Coffin number one was one of the correct answers; theoretically, it couldn't be opened.

The being that entered coffin number one was a shadow.

Yes, its body was a shadow, appearing two-dimensional compared to other creatures.

This was why it could quickly, seamlessly sneak into coffin number one.

While others were fighting over coffin number one, the shadow had already used its body's characteristics to enter the coffin.

The punishment of the ten mirrors descended, with countless coffins being opened, but the shadow could feel its coffin was very secure.

Yes, the coffin it was in was one of the correct answers, one of the ten coffins that wouldn't be opened.

But now, its fate had been altered, and it had swapped destinies with Wen Xishu.