Last night.
"Only one person can survive, and in exchange, he must do something for me."
As soon as this voice echoed in their hearts, Wu Cheng immediately held back his tears and solemnly shouted to Wu Ping:
"Wu Ping, don't trust it!"
But Wu Ping seemed to be mute, unable to utter a sound.
"Wu Ping!" Wu Cheng urgently called out his younger brother's name.
"Brother... I don't want to die..."
"Get a grip! Even if it means dying, you must not become its puppet!"
Wu Cheng was emotionally agitated, the veins on his neck bulging as he shouted with all his might, hoping to awaken his foolish brother.
Then, the tentacles released them, and they fell to the ground with a painful cry. The voice echoed once more in both their hearts:
"Decide quickly, I only need one."
Then, eight tentacles, like a prison, enclosed them in a small space.
