The seven people divided into three teams, and the teams set out once again to gather information, but even as darkness fell, they still hadn't found any reliable information.
When the three teams returned one after another and exchanged what they had learned, they realized they hadn't gotten any useful information at all.
In room 701, Zhou Yingting listened to everyone's words, his gaze falling on the number on the talisman paper, which read two.
If this really was a death countdown, then the situation was troublesome.
If by tomorrow the countdown hasn't decreased, then the trouble would be over.
But if the countdown continued, things would indeed get troublesome.
"Since we didn't gather any useful information today, let's call it a day. Everyone go back to your rooms and sleep."
Zhou Yingting sighed and waved his hand.
The others listened to this and nodded lightly before heading back to their rooms.
