Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead
Chapter 140: Healing Town (17)

Zhou Hong stared intently into Bai Liang's eyes, trying to find some clue in his gaze. But from beginning to end, Bai Liang remained calm and indifferent, as if nothing in the world could disturb his inner equilibrium.

After a moment, Zhou Hong shifted his gaze to the slogans plastered on the corridor wall and, frowning, said:

“Of the two rules, one is mistaken. The first rule should be: you must carry a light source that can fully encompass both the player and their guard.”

“If there is no light, it will devour the player. Do not doubt the truth of this statement; I will prove it.”

With these words, he pulled out a bundle of four flashlights. To ensure their light fully illuminated the surroundings, Zhou Hong taped them together, creating something like a glowing tower that scattered light in all directions.

With the makeshift contraption on his head, Zhou Hong ordered the guard to push his wheelchair into the corridor until they were completely enveloped by darkness. After spending some time there, they returned.

“Are you convinced now?” Zhou Hong looked at Bai Liang, awaiting a response.

Bai Liang nodded:

“Mhm.”

This was indeed crucial information. Other players shouldn't be underestimated their ability to uncover clues was top-notch.

“Now you must tell me how one can earn money,” Zhou Hong said with a slight nervousness in his voice. It was already the second day, and his initial capital of 1000 yuan on his medical card had shrunk to 700. If he didn't urgently find a way to earn money, completing the task in the remaining time would be virtually impossible.

Bai Liang pointed to the medical box in his hands.

Zhou Hong froze, bewildered:

“What do you mean?”

“The path to redemption it's right here!” Bai Liang smiled and opened the medical box, from which emerged... a chicken.

“A chicken?” Zhou Hong frowned. A suspicion flickered that Bai Liang was merely joking. He needed a way to earn money, not a chicken. Was this man mocking him?

“Sir, that's... a chicken,” Zhou Hong's bodyguard reminded him opportunely.

Hearing this, Zhou Hong pondered, trying to recall something. Suddenly, it dawned on him he remembered the contents of the “White Book!”

Upon realizing everything, Zhou Hong immediately understood what Bai Liang meant. His eyes lit up:

“Are you saying one can catch chickens and sell them?”

“Not a bad guess,” Bai Liang smiled faintly, closed the medical box lid, and added, “You can use not only chickens found on the street. Chickens from the market will also work. If you have doubts, you can buy them, discard them on the road, and then 'catch' them again.”

“With so many players, someone is bound to buy them. You'll be able to profit from the price difference.”

Zhou Hong thoroughly considered this method and found that it was entirely feasible!

In the “White Book,” the chicken in the medical box was the key point. Perhaps other players might also figure this out, but few would pay serious attention to it, much less spend time buying chickens.

Zhou Hong could leverage his early realization of this opportunity to be the first to profit.

However, as he thought about it, he suddenly looked at Bai Liang with suspicion:

“And why aren't you using this method yourself?”

This method only works for the first person to implement it. It would be difficult for everyone else to earn money this way. Bai Liang probably knew this, so why was he leaving this opportunity for him?

Perhaps this method had hidden drawbacks? Or was it a trap to make him err?

“I have a better way. This one is too time-consuming,” Bai Liang replied, shaking his head.

A better way?

Zhou Hong remained silent for a long time, then finally nodded and said:

“I will tell you all the information I know.”

“But on one condition: in the upcoming operation, you must cooperate with me. Until the mission is completed, we are allies!”

In the end, he didn't keep his promise. Once he learned a way to earn money, Zhou Hong saw no reason to share the rest of the information he knew. On the contrary, he decided to use it to control Bai Liang.

Bai Liang seemed to have anticipated such an outcome in advance but remained completely indifferent. He merely nodded slightly:

“Agreed.”

He never allowed anyone to take advantage of him; extracting benefits from others, however, was his signature style. Zhou Hong was too naive to understand this.

【What's happening? Did White God fall for a trick?】

【No way. At this scenario level, all players must be smart. White God surely anticipated this situation, yet still revealed the way to earn money.】

【I think White God has his own plan.】

【Zhou Hong is indeed clever. So far, he seems the most calculating player I've seen. It's a pity he had the misfortune of encountering White God. If he decides to get angry, it will be amusing.】

【Am I the only one who finds it strange that White God hasn't taken any action yet? Or does he think Zhou Hong is still useful?】

【And these aren't even top-tier players! Their manipulations are already impossible to predict. If I were in such a scenario, I'd be stripped bare of everything.】

【Rest assured, if you met White God, not even ashes would remain of you.】

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Zhou Hong held the flashlight, and his bodyguard pushed his wheelchair forward. Bai Liang and Fang Zhiyi followed behind him. Bai Liang had a headlamp identical to Zhou Hong's on his head.

The dark corridor was absolutely silent. The profound darkness surrounding them filled the space with an inexplicable sense of unease. The only sounds disturbing the quiet were the footsteps of two people and the soft creak of the rolling wheelchair's wheels.

As they ventured deeper into the gloom, the light from the lamp near the elevator vanished. The faint yellowish light of the lamp could not penetrate further into the dense darkness.

Bai Liang furrowed his brows and slightly squinted his eyes, sensing something strange, as if invisible eyes were intently watching him.

Haa... haa...

Suddenly, an intermittent breath was unexpectedly heard from the wall. The four of them simultaneously turned to check what it was, but their gazes met only emptiness. The corridor was completely deserted, and the strange sound vanished as abruptly as it appeared.

Zhou Hong felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively adjusted the flashlight on his head and, turning to Bai Liang, asked:

“Did you see what that was?”

Bai Liang was walking behind, so if there was anything, he would have noticed it first.

“No,” Bai Liang shook his head. He truly hadn't noticed anything, but conjectures began to stir in his mind.

Zhou Hong, hearing his reply, forced himself to calm down and said:

“It seems the second rule is correct. If we don't act alone, there will be no problems.”

“Let's move on.”

Zhou Hong turned around, and the group continued forward.

Bai Liang focused his attention on the iron doors on both sides of the corridor. Each door had nameplates affixed to them; he only needed to find the door marked “Freezer.”

Very soon, a door marked “Freezer” appeared ahead. A smile instantly appeared on Bai Liang's face he'd finally found it.

“Let's go,” Bai Liang said to Fang Zhiyi. She followed his gaze, saw the door, and immediately understood everything. Pushing his chair, she approached the freezer door.

Zhou Hong, who was ahead, noticed something happening behind him and turned around. Seeing Bai Liang and Fang Zhiyi stopped at the freezer door, his gaze suddenly became tense.