"How did he die?"

Li Yao's voice trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.

She gripped Yang Jian's arm tightly, as if only in this way could she draw a tiny bit of security from that extreme fear.

The scene before her eyes was beyond her comprehension.

That Iraqi player.

From the moment the door opened to death, it happened so fast it was horrifying.

There were no ghostly figures, no warning signs of attack, not even a decent scream.

He died just like that.

He died swiftly and decisively, yet his death was utterly inexplicable.

It was as if some unseen, absolutely deadly rule existed in the corridor, and he had just stepped on that line of death.

Those top players from various countries who had just occupied the room and formed an alliance were now frozen in place.

They hid behind their respective doors, not daring to even breathe.

That short, muffled thud just now.

They heard it clearly, along with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground right afterward!

problem occurs!

Someone died!

Who was it? How did they die? What exactly happened outside?

Countless questions gnawed at their hearts like venomous snakes, but no one dared to open the door to investigate.

That Iraqi player taught everyone the most vivid and terrifying lesson with his bloody death—after the bell tolls, hell is just outside the door!

Panic spread rapidly like a plague within these hastily formed alliances.

And this moment.

The global live streaming platforms were in complete chaos.

Footage from an Iraqi livestream.

The moment the player's head flew off, it was instantly stained blood red, then the signal was cut off, and the screen turned completely black.

"FUCK! What happened?!"

"God! What was that just now? I think I saw... a head fly up?"

"Why did he die? He just opened the door!"

"Rules! It must be that some deadly rule has been triggered! But what exactly are these rules?!"

"I don't understand! I don't understand at all! How am I supposed to play this? I'll die as soon as I step outside?"

Panic and confusion.

It enveloped the live-streaming rooms in every country.

Analyst teams from various countries frantically replayed the video at an unprecedented speed, trying to find the fatal details from that less than one-second-long footage of the death.

however.

Got nothing.

The footage shows nothing more than opening the door, taking a step, and then being beheaded.

That Iraqi player.

It's like voluntarily offering your own neck to an invisible guillotine.

Just when the world's elite think tanks were at a loss and all the audience was in despair.

In the official live stream room of Kyushu.

An inconspicuous comment quietly floated by.

Wait a minute...did you guys notice...his feet?

This comment was quickly overwhelmed by a flood of panicked remarks, but it was like a pebble thrown into a seemingly calm pond.

Hangcheng.

Inside a male dormitory at a university.

A young man wearing glasses and with a somewhat pale face was staring intently at the computer screen.

His finger dragged the playback progress bar, breaking down that one second of death into dozens of static frames.

"Something's not right... something's not right..."

He muttered to himself, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"From Yang Shen and Li Yao's perspective... that ghost... left footprints..."

"That Iraqi player opened the door... he took a step..."

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his pupils contracted sharply behind his glasses!

He found it!

In that infinitely magnified frame, he could see it clearly!

The Iraqi player's foot landed precisely on a charred footprint that stretched from the depths of the corridor!

They are footprints!

They're footprints!

Although the unseen ghost did not directly attack Yang Jian and Li Yao, the path it took was imprinted, forming a series of deadly traps!

"I understand! I understand!"

"It's footprints! It's footprints!"

The young man suddenly stood up from his chair, so excited that he even knocked over the water glass on the table.

But he couldn't care less about that anymore.

My hands were trembling.

He typed a line of text quickly on the keyboard, and then pressed the send button with all his might!

"They're footprints!"

"The ghost left footprints when it appeared, and those footprints are the only thing linking it to the ghost!"

"And the person who just died stepped in the footprints!!"

This bold, red-highlighted comment exploded like a thunderclap in the chaotic Kyushu livestream room!

The chat in the live stream suddenly stopped for a strange moment.

Everyone was stunned by this message.

footprint?

next second.

Countless viewers went into a frenzy, trying to recall what had just happened.

Through Yang Jian and Li Yao's crystal-clear first-person perspective, they did indeed see one after another the charred footprints that exuded an ominous aura!

And the moment that Iraqi player died...

Although the video is very short.

But after this "expert's" reminder, a clear logical chain instantly formed in everyone's mind!

A ghost appeared, leaving footprints.

The player opens the door and steps on the footprints.

Player died!

Holy crap! It really does seem to be true!

[Amazing! This guy is incredible! I went back and checked the recording, slowed down by 0.25x, and he really hit it! Absolutely perfect!]

So, that footprint is the key to triggering the murder rule! As long as you don't step on the footprint, you won't die?!

[My God! We...we found the rules?!]

After a brief silence, the entire Kyushu live stream room erupted in cheers!

excitement!

ecstasy!

A sense of relief and pride, like surviving a catastrophe, filled the hearts of every Kyushu viewer!

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