The young man's complexion was pale, standing rigid on the spot.
Those around him successively passed him, shuffling towards the femme fatale's direction.
The femme fatale turned her head again.
Everyone stopped.
Because they were careful enough, this time still, no one was sacrificed.
If things were to continue in this state, passing the game would probably just take a few minutes.
Shen Mo was at the very back, maintaining a certain distance from everyone. If he wanted to overtake them, he could do it at any time, but he still harbored suspicions, feeling that the game had some trick up its sleeve.
After scrutinizing everyone for a minute with those golden vertical pupils, the ugly face turned away, and the beautiful face turned back, the femme fatale smiling as she asked, "The person at the front, do you have a question for me?"
Constantly asking the players questions, could the real trap of the game be these questions?
