At this moment, someone in the crowd raised their hand:

"Lord Wen Xishu, let me! I'll open the next jar."

Wen Xishu was very pleased:

"Sure, you go ahead. No problem at all, I appreciate your cooperation. However, I must say..."

"I don't intend to use such a precious thing as the finger on anyone else."

That person belonged to Lang Haidu's group. They were originally planning to rush forward, grab a jar, and then borrow the Godslayer's Finger that Wen Xishu had found.

But with one sentence from Wen Xishu, the person's actions were immediately halted, leaving them stuck in place.

Wen Xishu smiled and said:

"What I open belongs to me, of course. It can help me open more jars... draw more effective tools that can get us out of here."

"Earlier, I took a big risk to open the jar, so I feel it's fair to inform everyone here."

Wen Xishu deliberately paused. After everyone quieted down, he said:

"Whatever you draw from the jar, you can use however you wish. You can help others with it or choose not to. What you draw belongs to you. Good or bad, it's yours."

"No one can morally coerce you into using that item to help them open jars."

"If you have an item that can reduce the risks of opening a jar, I suggest you use it on yourself. Open a few more jars."

"Also, everyone must be very hungry, right? I am too. There's a huge dining hall here, enough for hundreds of us to sit down. But I suspect... if we don't open enough jars, we might all go hungry. Or rather... only those who open jars will not starve."

Wen Xishu remained very calm:

"Therefore, I hope you'll be more enthusiastic about opening jars."

"We have 28 jars left to open, and we are divided into four groups. That means each group should assign seven people. Our group has already sent me, so now there are 27 jars left. The other three groups can start drafting their lists."

This finger is indeed a good beginning.

But without some cannon fodder, Wen Xishu didn't think a single finger could achieve much.

After all, tens of jars must be opened in a day.

After Wen Xishu's speech, all the groups began to discuss fervently.

There was no doubt, those who opened jars and survived were the heroes.

While everyone was discussing...

Wen Xishu walked over to Ayoovic, calling him aside:

"Surprised, aren't you?"

Ayoovic was shocked.

Wen Xishu was actually planning to decide after opening jars whether to execute Ayoovic or not.

He was also considering if he had exhausted Ayoovic's value yet.

Thus, Wen Xishu approached Ayoovic to test him out.

"You... you don't mean..." Ayoovic stammered in fear.

Wen Xishu nodded:

"My Anti-Magic Value is high, granting me certain privileges. Yes, I found you, Ayoovic. You are not on our side."

Ayoovic fell to his knees with a thud:

"I truly don't want to betray you. You are the hero of the Bunker, I genuinely don't want to harm you!"

Wen Xishu let Ayoovic kneel and said:

"Without my means, wouldn't I already be dead? Or be just like you?"

Ayoovic no longer hid anything. At this time, though the effect of the goddess's skirt was still there, Ayoovic was no different from a normal person without new orders.

Wen Xishu was also very curious...

What would happen to an exposed undercover agent?

Ayoovic began to recount the instructions he had received:

"The goddess has many parts, even organs..."

"The skirt is the simplest. The goddess's ultimate goal is resurrection."

"It needs to control people to open jars and draw out certain jars to reveal its parts..."

"Each part has specific functions. For instance, if the goddess's mouth is drawn, it will..."

Ayoovic suddenly found himself unable to speak.

Panicking, he widened his eyes at Wen Xishu. Then, raising his hands, he began to strangle himself.

"Help..."

Ayoovic struggled to make a sound.

"Help..."

"Me!"

Wen Xishu immediately removed Ayoovic's hands from his neck.

His strength far surpassed Ayoovic's. Ayoovic struggled to breathe, tears streaming down his face:

"Lord Wen Xishu... huh... huh... I, I truly don't want to harm you. I know you are a hero. Trust me, I truly don't want to harm you!"

"But I am about to die. I know I'm about to die!"

"I must tell you the rules I know about this place."

Wen Xishu was actually a bit surprised.

He didn't expect this young man to have such awareness.

Ayoovic said:

"If the goddess's mouth is drawn... you will periodically hear whispers, a terrifying tool that will drive many people mad, possibly triggering a mass jar opening..."

"Also... don't ever draw... don't draw... ahhhhh!"

Ayoovic began to roar in fury.

This sound attracted everyone's attention. Before long, a large group of people still discussing the jar opening order started gathering around Ayoovic.

They saw Ayoovic in agony, twisting, his hands being held down by Wen Xishu.

Ayoovic looked as if he were possessed.

Ayoovic said:

"Don't draw the goddess's... hand... the hand can move... move the evil objects... to different jars..."

Another piece of information, Ayoovic felt like he was about to collapse.

Not knowing what the skirt was controlling, Ayoovic only felt like his head was about to explode.

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