I woke up after 300 million years

Yan Fan pushed open the second pure white door with a sense of uneasiness, and instinctively ducked to the left, as if he was worried about the hidden mechanism inside the door.

However, this is not the case. There is peace and quiet inside his door, which is divided into two areas. The nearby area is a warm light area with thirty grotesque masks hanging on the wall. The far side is a dark area with no light. Can't see the road clearly.

Is it the right door... Yan Fan was silent for a second and moved his eyes to the left. It was a cute and peaceful fairy tale. Every frown and smile gave people the atmosphere of a young girl. Then, he looked to the right. His daughter Mo Mo Qingwu was also there, wearing a patterned black dress, which made her look stunning.

Along with his sight, he also saw the God of War Niu Duoduo, Chu Xin, Quan Tianzun...

The only thing missing is the talkative Urke.

An inexplicable force pushed them like a big hand, and everyone stumbled into the second room. The pure white door closed automatically with a bang, and the result was obvious.

Urk, eliminated!

Regarding this result, everyone's expressions were as calm as ever, and no one felt sad about it.

Yan Fan stared straight at the mysterious original intention, took a breath, and said in a heavy voice:

"What a good calculation. Don't choose the wrong door the first time, but choose the wrong door the second time. You know the noisy character of Niu Duoduo and Wuerke, and know that they will exchange with you. The one you want to replace is Niu Duoduo. , so you plan to kill him at the first level."

"Unexpectedly, at the last moment, Niu Duoduo wanted to exchange with you. You were already standing in front of the wrong door, but that idiot Urke exchanged with you again, and actually saved your life."

"You used the blood mist to cover your facial features to prevent us from observing you in the game, right?"

Chu Xin turned sideways, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and said in the same calm tone:

"You guys who think you're smart have a bad habit of overthinking, making assumptions about everyone, and using your so-called 'rationality' to analyze and see through the other person."

As he said that, Chuxin took two steps towards Yan Fan and got closer, "I am the planner of this game, not the master. After planning the game, I don't know the right or wrong choice for each level, because …These sequences are arranged by the Lord of the Immortal.”

"Arranged by the Immortal Lord!" Yan Fan raised his voice and focused his pupils little by little, as if he wanted to see through the face under the blood mist.

Su Xingyue, who was emotionally stable, interjected, "Didn't He say that he would not participate in the game?"

I wanted to laugh a little in my heart, "He has lied to you two or three times, and you still believe what he says?"

"Originally, he didn't have this kind of character. Maybe after staying with Yan Fan for a long time, he became fond of lying."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Yan Fan walked up to Chu Xin and retorted seriously, "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. My mother has told me since I was a child that my biggest shortcoming is that I am too honest and too kind!"

The ancient gods rolled their eyes.

Chu Xin was a head taller than Yan Fan. He lowered his head slightly to look down and expressed it in an understatement:

"I like directness and the excitement of the unknown. If I say I'll bet my life with you, I won't cheat."

"In this game, there is a narrow escape from death. Literally, only one person can survive to the end."

"If the number of people exceeds two, the game will not stop. Even if I am eliminated, you must continue."

"Have you seen the masks on the wall? There are thirty in total. Ten of them have special powers. After wearing them, you can see the dark area in front of you and enter the next room. The rest are wrong masks and will guide you. You go to death."

The handsome and scientific God of Order frowned, "Isn't there one person who dies in every level?"

"I never said such a thing." Chuxin turned to the right, her tone even colder, "In order to avoid you thinking that I will mislead you, this time, you choose first, and I choose last."

Thirty masks, ten correct and twenty incorrect, this probability... Yan Fan habitually tugged at the collar of his clothes, pinched his chin with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and became thoughtful.

Mo Qingwu strode towards the wall, reaching out to take off a mask for inspection.

At this time, Chuxin added, "Once the mask is touched, it cannot be replaced."

Upon hearing this, Mo Qingwu's hand paused in mid-air. After hesitating for a second, she picked up the relatively beautiful red and white patterned mask and said to Yan Fan, "Dad, in this game of luck, don't worry, you will lose if you hesitate." , be confident, it’s a thrill to play!”

Is it just a thrill to play?

You idiot, do you know what elimination means?

The person who wins this game can choose one of the abilities of Extraordinary Two. The further the game goes, the greater the gap between them. If they lose, it will be harder to stay alive!

Yan Fan thought to himself, walked to the wall, and looked at all the masks carefully, but couldn't see any clues.

This forced him to ask himself again: Is it really a game of pure luck?

The others came closer, observed the same, and made their choices.

If you choose first, the probability of getting the correct mask is still quite high. The further you go, the smaller the probability becomes.

Seeing the number of masks reduced, Yan Fan reached out and made the fifth choice, taking a dark red mask. The reason is simple, he likes red.

After the nine people each held a mask, Chuxin strolled to the wall and took off the leftmost mask without thinking.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the mask.

Niu Duoduo said decisively, "I want to exchange with you."

Chu Xin put on a mask and said indifferently:

"Once the mask is touched, it cannot be replaced... Next, I hope we meet in the next room."

After saying that, he ignored everyone, walked towards the dark area and disappeared.

Yan Fan gently stroked his daughter's back, "Dad can't help you with this kind of game. It depends on your luck."

"Okay, okay, I've always been lucky. This is the second level. If I'm eliminated, I'll take your last name!" Mo Qingwu smiled broadly, put on his mask, and walked towards the dark area.

Yan Fan followed closely behind.

As soon as he entered the dark area, the mask immediately gave guidance. A modern street appeared in front of him, two meters wide, with tall street lights on the left and right, and a black door at the end.

"Did I get the right mask?"

"Or...is this a wrong guide?"

Yan Fan murmured to himself and walked forward with warm steps, feeling a sense of human tension and excitement, as if opening a blind box, or like Schrödinger's cat. If you don't open it, you will never know whether it is alive. Is it death?

Twenty seconds later, he arrived at the black door, held the door handle, twisted it, and pushed it open!

What comes into view is the original intention wrapped in blood mist.

He stood not far away, with his hands in his pockets, and seemed to have been here for a while.

No one on either side spoke.

Soon, five more people arrived safely, namely: Su Xingyue, Fairy Tale, Quan Tianzun, God of War, and God of Order.

Yan Fan's heart sank and he sighed, "Yan Qingwu, Yan Qingwu, you tiger girl..."