To be honest, it still depends on one's ability to quickly become a leader among a group.
It doesn't necessarily rely on prestige; it can also rely on violence.
Finally, after passing through twelve T-intersections, what appeared before everyone was a corridor a hundred meters long.
Then there was a door on the other side.
On the door was a picture of a group of fierce ghosts and spirits being released, hideous and terrifying!
"We must have gotten out, right?"
Qian Jiahui let out a long breath, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes, hoping to smoke one to calm his nerves, but the cigarette pack was empty.
Xu Daguan had already handed out cigarettes, still mocking himself.
"One good news and one bad news!"
"The good news is, no one died, we got out of the maze!"
"The bad news is, we might be entering a haunted house filled with fierce ghosts, and a lot of people are probably going to die."
