Those who reincarnate must die.

As the flames subsided, Zhang Lang arrived at a magnificent circular hall.

There were ten large doors surrounding the hall. Every single one of them was exactly the same.

Zhang Lang sat in an ornate chair, wearing a strange bracelet on his wrist.

In front of him was an empty round table. On the edge of the table was a number 10 pointing to him, indicating that he was in the tenth position.

Besides him, there were ten chairs around the round table, but only nine people were sitting there. Counting clockwise, they were numbered one through nine, with Zhang Lang being number ten.

To Zhang Lang's left, in the eleventh or zeroth chair, there was no one sitting on it, nor was it numbered. There was only a huge ghost face above the back of the chair.

That must be the ghost position.

Zhang Lang tried to stand up from the chair, but found that there seemed to be an invisible force binding him, making it impossible for him to get off the chair.

Looking at others, it seems they are also making similar attempts, but none of them have succeeded.

Among them, the third position, a bald white man, even raised his hand and pointed it at the eighth position opposite him, suddenly shooting out a beam of light from his fingertips, clearly activating some kind of attack skill!

However, the light disappeared halfway through its flight, failing to harm anyone.

At the same time, a semi-transparent figure with an indistinct face appeared on the ghost position:

"It's currently a break between rounds. Attacking each other during this time violates the rules, but since this is your first offense, we won't pursue it. Just don't do it again!"

The sudden appearance of this figure put all ten reincarnators on alert, and no one dared to make any rash moves.

"very good!"

The figure nodded slightly:

"I'm sure you all know the rules, so I won't go into details. Now, let's begin drawing the first round of demons!"

As he spoke, the figure snapped his fingers, and a nimble pointer appeared in the center of the round table. The figure then made a flicking motion in the air, and the pointer immediately began to spin rapidly before slowly coming to a stop, eventually pointing to position seven!

This is the first round of ghosts!

Zhang Lang looked at Number Seven, a black man with a full head of dreadlocks, wearing a sleeveless vest that revealed his muscular arms. He had a tall and slender build, and even sitting there, he was more than half a head taller than the person next to him. When he stood up, he must have been more than two meters tall.

This physique reminded Zhang Lang of a reincarnator he had once dealt with; he had heard that the reincarnator seemed to be an athlete in some kind of ball game…

The black man smiled after seeing that he had been chosen as the first "ghost".

With a snap of his fingers, the number seven figure flashed and sat in the ghost seat.

"Start the timer now!"

The invisible man pointed to the chandelier above the long table, where a one-minute countdown had appeared:

"Start hiding! In one minute, the ghosts will start eating people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Lang felt the restraints on his body disappear. All the "people" stood up from their chairs and looked at the others warily.

"Let me remind you one more time!"

The Invisible Man clapped his hands and said:

"This hall is a no-war zone within the castle. Attacks launched here are ineffective. If you remain here after the timer expires, you will be forcibly removed, and who knows where you'll end up! At least if you leave on your own, you can be sure that it's safe behind the door..."

"By the way, time waits for no one!"

The countdown under the chandelier has only forty-odd seconds left!

The group looked at each other, then stepped aside, choosing different doors to leave the hall...

Zhang Lang, being cautious, followed one of the reincarnators as they pushed open the door and left...

Although the mission states that it is a game of ghosts catching people, it does not restrict people from killing ghosts, nor does it stipulate that people cannot kill each other!

If possible, Zhang Lang wouldn't mind being the second ghost!

But when he pushed open the door, he found himself in a long corridor, and he couldn't see the shadow of the reincarnator who had walked away earlier!

The two left within a few seconds of each other. The corridor was very long and there were no doors on either side. How could they have run so far away so quickly?

Zhang Lang looked back at the door he had just come from, intending to go back to the hall and take another look. But when he pushed open the door, he didn't see the hall he had come from before. Instead, he found himself in an unfamiliar room!

"It seems that the hall must be a separate space!"

The illusory figure analyzed, "Even if they leave through the same door, the reincarnators will be teleported to different parts of the castle! And unless this round ends, they cannot return to that hall!"

"It seems the altar doesn't want 'humans' to cooperate or kill each other!"

Zhang Lang frowned. There was no other way but to continue along the path in front of him and observe the surroundings first.

Judging from the decoration, the castle should be in the style of the Western Middle Ages. There are no complicated mechanical or electronic devices in sight, and apart from the reincarnators, there is no one else. It should be an empty city.

Moreover, the structure here is not like a conventional building. Each room basically has more than one door, and leaving through different doors will lead to different corridors or new rooms.

Behind the living room might be the kitchen, and pushing open the kitchen door might lead to the toilet, while another door might lead to a building going up or down...

It can be said that, except for a few corners and edges, the rooms here are basically interconnected...

This design doesn't contribute much to living comfort; it's more like it was designed specifically to make people get lost!

That's right, this castle is practically a three-dimensional maze!

Zhang Lang entered a living room, walked to a standing full-body plate armor, knocked on the thin iron armor, and then took the longsword and shield from the armor's hands.

Although they are decorative items, these weapons and armor are genuine.

As a seasoned craftsman with over a decade of experience in forging and machinery, Zhang Lang could tell that the sword's craftsmanship was very primitive. Compared to the steelmaking techniques of the industrial age, the material was rough and rich in impurities.

The only redeeming quality is that it was forged with considerable care, and it underwent quenching and sharpening, making it a decent weapon for the medieval era, and usable.

As for the armor, Zhang Lang didn't want to put it on. Firstly, it didn't fit him well, and secondly, the clattering sound would give away his whereabouts.

Passing through the room, Zhang Lang arrived at a bedroom. Rose petals were scattered on the huge, soft bed, and the carpet was fluffy and thick, without a speck of dust, as if it had just been cleaned…

There was a small window on the wall of the bedroom, and it was pitch black outside.

Zhang Lang initially thought it was night outside, but when he peered out the window, he found it was just pure blackness and he couldn't see anything at all!

Zhang Lang reached out, but was blocked by an invisible force at the window and couldn't reach out at all!

This should be an independent space completely isolated from the outside world!

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