Chapter 170 All are Deadly Problems_1

Atop the stone platform, there was a pair of gold scales with a black cat nestled beside it. As it asked the first question, it stretched out its little pink tongue and licked its paw, the picture of utter boredom.

Yet this question, to everyone's ears, sounded like a greeting from the Death God, as if the next moment its scythe would hack at everyone's necks and reap their souls.

The dark mist became thinner, allowing visibility to exceed fifty meters, but the environment was still dim and eerily silent, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

There were also the variously posed Cat Statues, which seemed as though they might spring to life at any moment and bite everyone.

The man in black was the one being questioned, but everyone was pondering this query since it could very well be their turn next.

"You have thirty seconds to think!"

The little paws of the Black Cat tapped against the stone platform with a steady rhythm, counting down the time.