"Wait, wait..."
Fatty rubbed his belly, which gave a lurch in fright. "The little figures in the game can move on their own. Does that mean the warning Liu Qing gave before he disappeared—'you will die if you don't follow them'—refers to the little figures in the game?"
Gu Mian nodded.
Fatty seemed somewhat agitated, sweat beading on his face. "So, the little figures can move on their own, and we'll die if we don't follow them. What if they jump off a building?"
If they followed and jumped, they would die; if they didn't follow, they would also die.
Gu Mian coughed. "I guess the little figures in this game haven't learned the highly intelligent skill of jumping off buildings yet."
Is that even considered intelligent?
Fatty glanced out the corridor window. The sun overhead radiated scorching heat; even through the glass, the fierce sunlight could be felt.
