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Chapter 941: Chapter 893: Chessboard Rollers

Passerby A’s frantic shouts were still coming from a distance—not too far, not too near—and judging by the noise, it seemed he might have rolled a few times on the ground, so I’m the Best in the World knew that this hand was definitely not his.

A cold, somewhat stiff sensation was transmitted from the hand in his grip, and he knew it was the hand of a corpse.

He didn’t linger too long on the feeling; I’m the Best in the World trembled as he moved his hand away from the other cold hand.

How could a corpse suddenly appear? Is there someone else in this room besides Passerby A and myself? Given the many accidents that had happened in this instance, he had become somewhat numb.

He was not in the mood to fear the suddenly appearing corpse in the room; he just wanted to figure out what was happening and understand if he could still survive.

"It’s the Moron Group," a female voice suddenly emerged from the darkness as he was lost in his thoughts about an uncertain future.

The voice sounded young and composed.

There was no time to ponder why yet another person had appeared; compared to Passerby A, who was frantically screaming beside him, and the mysterious, eerie corpse at his feet, this new arrival seemed significantly more normal.

I’m the Best in the World quickly stood up and looked around towards the direction of the voice, but he couldn’t see anything: "Who? Who are you? What does Moron Group mean?"

But the voice didn’t answer him.

He only heard footsteps on that side, indicating the person who had spoken was leaving.

Listening to the unhurried, steady footsteps, I’m the Best in the World cursed softly in his heart.

Damn it! Why does this person seem to be able to see the ground clearly in the darkness!

He hesitated for a moment, then followed the direction of the footsteps, tripping slightly over the corpse at his feet as he went.

In fact, Anzhi Tianlan’s vision was also filled with darkness, seeing absolutely nothing.

But she was well-prepared; knowing that if a group of chess pieces remained in the square for more than ten minutes, something might happen, so when everything darkened at the ten-minute mark, she wasn’t flustered.

She tried to take out a flashlight to illuminate the surrounding darkness, but found that her inventory could not be opened.

"Other groups staying in the square for more than ten minutes are fine, but only this group experiences this situation, similar to when the instance was under maintenance before, where opening the panel and using any special items was impossible; however, the instance didn’t turn so dark during previous maintenance."

Then the ground beneath her began to shake, and she heard her Junior Sister’s corpse roll away with a rumbling sound, rolling far until the sound of it rolling was no longer heard.

The corpse rolled without encountering obstacles, and at this moment, Anzhi Tianlan realized the walls that had obstructed her had disappeared.

The treasure box square was just to the left of the starting room, so her first instinct was to go there and get the treasure box from the room on the left.

She had a good sense of direction, easily using her memory to discern the direction she needed to go, but she could not find the treasure box.

As she walked a little further, she heard a ghostly wail from ahead, coming from a foolish man.

Without thinking, it was certainly the sound made by people from Group Two; the direction matched the stereotypical impression Anzhi Tianlan had of Group Two.

Anzhi Tianlan didn’t want to deal much with people from that group, so she turned to walk in another direction.

Before long, she bumped into another person.

Both were cautious, walking silently, only realizing there was someone else when they collided.

Despite the collision, both maintained silence as a rule, quickly retreating a few steps in the darkness, making no sound, as if whoever spoke first would reveal their position first and face an attack.

Guigu waited in the dark, listening for sounds around him.

But the opponent seemed as resolute as he was, determined not to voice first, seemingly even stopping their breath.

Guigu also noticed shortly after the lights went out that all around him the walls had vanished, so he felt his way over, intending to find Hao Laoshi and Gu Mian, ensuring Hao Laoshi’s safety and wanting to reunite with the old friend Gu Mian who he hadn’t seen in years.

Having determined the general direction, he began to move over.

Unexpectedly, before he could find who he was looking for, he collided with a person who was silently there.

He knew this person could not possibly be Hao Laoshi or Gu Mian. Hao Laoshi, without a cautious personality, if he bumped into someone he would likely exclaim "Ah" loudly, then start apologizing, stating his name, and asking who the other was. And Gu Mian, Gu Mian did not require such caution.

So, Guigu concluded this person wasn’t Hao Laoshi or Gu Mian; they must be a stranger he didn’t know.

The individual’s direction seemed to come from the area of Group Two, but such a cautious, calm personality didn’t seem to match people from that group, and was more like someone from Group One or Group Three’s Chess Players.

Through the previous dozen rounds of games, Guigu greatly admired the intellect of the Chess Players from these two groups, observing their style of actions against other groups sometimes made Guigu momentarily recall Han Shan.

Although the Chess Player in Group Three had previously intended to kill him, their wisdom and decisive aggression were undeniable.

Who exactly was this?

If they were a Chess Player from Group One, that was fine; a friend’s friend is a friend, and they might even be someone he knew.

Guigu thought the Chess Player in Gu Mian’s group might be the man with glasses, his demeanor somewhat reminiscent of Han Shan, often accompanying Gu Mian’s name in the instance maintenance announcements.