Now it's... 11:40 PM.

Bai Haozheng glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, re-synchronized the time with the clock in the corridor, and lowered his rolled-up sleeves.

During the day, Hei Shengzi cast the final vote for everyone to gather together.

According to the principle of minority subordinating to the majority,

The remaining eight surviving players will spend the second to last night together on the twelfth floor, where the Mu Yin Zhi Gui (Eye-Concealing Ghost) died.

The reason for choosing the twelfth floor was mainly based on Li Ang's suggestion—the players could confirm that people had died on floors 12, 11, 10, 9, and 1.

Floors eleven and ten could be traversed back and forth through the gaps in the floors of rooms 1108 and 1008. The red-clothed old woman might attack based on this.

Although the first floor only needed to guard against attacks from the floor itself and the floor above, without having to guard against the floor below,

Those figures in bamboo hats were the first to arrive at the first floor.

Setting up a defensive position there would not allow enough reaction time for strategic transfers—

The players' idea was to use the power of the group to resist the corridor monsters.

If the tall, thin figure in a bamboo hat appeared, they would enter the elevator room and the elevator shaft.

The elevator shaft also had the safe attribute of eliminating aliens, and could possibly withstand the tall, thin figure in a bamboo hat.

This would allow the players to safely attack the opponent in the elevator shaft. If they could eliminate it, that would be the best.

If the opponent was too strong and it was impossible, then everyone would retreat back to their respective floors.

As for who would be taken away by the tall, thin figure in a bamboo hat, they would have to leave it to fate and see how lucky they were.

Under such considerations, the players moved into the twelfth floor (the tall, thin figure in a bamboo hat would make a sound when entering the hotel and walk upstairs, so staying on the twelfth floor provided more reaction time than staying on the ninth floor).

I wonder who will survive tonight...

Bai Haozheng, leaning against the wall, let out a long sigh, suppressing the unease in his heart.

During the day, he told his companions that the note he received contained the simple message ["Don't get killed"], and that like the Plague Doctor, he had been attacked by some kind of monster.

He successfully killed the monster with his own combat power, and after that, he met Hei Shengzi who came to support him.

But in reality, only Bai Haozheng himself knew that he had lied.

He didn't see any monsters last night. On the contrary, like the Mu Yin Zhi Gui (Eye-Concealing Ghost) who died earlier, he received a note that said ["Please sleep"].

He even saw in his dream the woman wearing geta sandals and a kimono that the Mu Yin Zhi Gui (Eye-Concealing Ghost) had described.

And from her, he learned the essence of the hotel and the truth about the hotel's mutation.

So that's what Wanli Fengdao saw on TV before...

Bai Haozheng gently pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his mind racing.

His gaze swept over Mule and others who were repeatedly checking the corridor defenses.

"This should be enough."

Mule, who was squatting on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, put the corridor carpet back in place, and stood up, supporting himself with his hands on his knees.

In this script mission, there was no such thing as friendly fire protection.

Even teammates who matched together from the same guild could cause accidental injuries.

Mule, Liu Wudai, Hagoromo Kokoro, the Plague Doctor, and others took out some manually controlled or passively triggered trap devices from their inventory.

They were buried in different corners of the twelfth floor to target the corridor aliens that might attack in groups during curfew.

To avoid harming allies, the players exchanged information about the triggering methods of the trap devices in advance.

They also explained the specific effects of some of their equipment and skills.

They also practiced a bit during the day, preparing a plan for coordinated attack and withdrawal.

In Hollywood movies, there are often scenes where the protagonist works hard to practice a certain skill in a short period of time through a lot of montage editing, and finally achieves outstanding results.

But reality is not a movie.

Even players can't possibly work together as a close-knit team in a day.

What's more, everyone has their own thoughts. It would be good enough if they could barely exert their combat power and not hinder each other. You can't expect so much.

"A mechanical golem that can emit high-intensity beams is placed at the door of room 1225, kept in an invisible state, as a fire output point.

Spider mines that automatically track enemies are placed at both ends of the corridor.

A spiritual sense guardian that detects hostile units is placed at the door of room 1270 and room 1201.

Two machine gun turrets are set up at 1226 and 1246, pointing to both sides of the corridor.

They are loaded with standard-caliber 7.62x51mm heavy bullets that have been personally blessed by eminent monks, which can cause effective damage to spirits.

Each time the ammo is changed, about a liter of holy water needs to be poured on the gun body to cool the barrel and re-enchant the machine gun,

Applying divine attributes."

Mule held the defense map that had been discussed during the day and reminded everyone for the last time: "Mr. Bai Haozheng has already drawn a Vajra Circle between rooms 1230 and 1250.

Although this circle is a low-end version drawn by the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, with his golden cudgel in *Journey to the West*,

It can't bring its own high-level mysterious pressure effect, making tigers, leopards, wolves, insects, demons, and ghosts afraid to approach,

But it is more than enough to resist one or two attack frequencies of corridor aliens (including the Terror Grandma).

The time it takes for the aliens to break through the Vajra Circle is enough for Wanli Fengdao and Hagoromo Kokoro, who are operating the machine gun turrets on the periphery, to retreat to the inner layer of the defensive position—

This place is covered by the Plague Doctor's healing barrier. Any minor injuries can be quickly healed..."

The players set up their defensive position in the middle of the corridor, between rooms 1230 and 1250. No matter which side the corridor aliens attacked from, they could retreat to the other side.

"So, why do I have to be responsible for operating the machine gun..."

Wanli Fengdao sighed, patted the long sword at his waist, and muttered: "Isn't my external sword energy better than machine gun bullets?"

"Because your ranged attack ability is too weak,

Your overall spiritual power capacity is low, and the number of external sword energies is limited. It's better to stay inside the Vajra Circle and sweep with the machine gun."

Li Ang, wearing a dragon head mask and a white coat, said lightly: "You can draw your sword for close combat when the enemy rushes to your face—anyway, archers have always been the strongest melee units since ancient times."

"You really trust me."

Wanli Fengdao complained with a squint, but his body still honestly took out a small stool, sat behind the machine gun covered with yellow paper talismans, and reached out to pull the trigger.

Everyone else had ranged attack methods to varying degrees.

Only Wanli Fengdao and Hagoromo Kokoro were only good at close combat.

The ranged attacks they released were equivalent to tickling the enemy in this level of battle.

They simply took charge of the machine gun position to buy output space for others.

"Don't worry, these two blessed machine guns provided by Miss Liu

are high-level equipment sold in the mall for thousands of game coins. They will not increase the difficulty of the script because they are industrial manufacturing weapons."

Li Ang comforted him: "I myself also know a little bit about military strategy and formation.

When I was a mercenary leader in Africa,

I was best at commanding mercenaries on the battlefield to achieve all kinds of incredible magical micro-operations,

For example, moving the machine gun position forward five meters, so that the machine gun is immersed in the water pit, and using water cooling to quickly cool the machine gun.

Or organize a ten-person bard class, holding guitars, suonas, gongs, and erhus on the battlefield,

Using beautiful music to inspire the mercenaries under their command and encourage them to bravely kill the enemy.

Unfortunately, my personal charm doesn't seem to be enough, and the mercenaries I recruit are never enough."