Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Bai Zhi's cutting remark plunged the entire Riddle Room fell into an unprecedented silence.
"Dear me, do you thumb your nose at my riddles, sir?"
The ragdoll dropped its pretense of courtesy and flew back to its throne.
"This is but the first riddle!" The plastic eye that was missing a half seemed to radiate cold malice. "For your own sake, don't underestimate the brilliance of my brain-teasers, or you'll be joining the two hundred souls who did, sooner than you can say 'Chuck'!"
"Am I wrong? I was expecting way trickier questions, but these are just simple lateral thinking exercises... If anything, I overestimated you."
Bai Zhi frowned and choked down the chocolate in his mouth, pulling the corners of his mouth down in contempt as he did.
"Tsk tsk tsk, a ragdoll is no more than a ragdoll, after all. When what you have for brains is cotton wool, to make something of it is the errand of a fool..."
"My dear guest! Rest assured, indeed, that when I make the doll of you, I'll bless you with an extra spike or two. In the cabinet you'll go, under lock and key, to drown in agony for all eternity!"
Bai Zhi seemed to have struck a sore spot, as the ragdoll's voice became shrill and piercing.
"Once the game begins, it can't end until one of us wins, so you have nowhere to run!"
Bai Zhi snickered, then said languidly, "Run? Why would I? The answer to your riddle earlier is simple. The corpse in the desert did drown to death, but when it drowned, the area was a lake, or perhaps an ocean. But the ravages of time took its toll and the lake eventually turned into a desert. Isn't that right?"
"Correct!" The doll wore an enigmatic expression as it flapped its stubby arms in front of it, by way of clapping. Now you, dear guest. Remember, a tie is a win for me. And, since you were so hellbent on angering me, I'll let you know something that's sure to send you spiraling into despair!"
"Oh? Soz, I've never felt 'despair' in my life. If you actually succeed at making me feel it, I should be so grateful to your whole family—a
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* Reference to a comedic movie starring Stephen Chow, presumably a comment on the way the ragdoll uses their opponents' knowledge against them. A less literal translation might be "choking me with my own tie".
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