A group of people stared at that sentence for a long time and then collectively said, "Hmph—".
"What a piece of junk, they even faked it to confuse us!"
"The production team's twisted humor isn't just usual; which staff member who watches cartoons every day drew this?"
"Such a sloppy drawing, I almost thought it was some fogged-up car window."
"No wonder it's so gaudy, turns out it's useless."
"What's this about some useless card? Putting a useless card in such a thrilling place, the production team is sinister!"
The most frustrated ones were Han Xizheng and Mu Qiu. Han Xizheng had just finally managed to find this card on that eerily realistic fake corpse, only for it to be completely useless. Mu Qiu had been analyzing away, only to find out it was all for nothing.
Such a disgrace.
Mu Qiu thought over and over again, feeling the need for them to arrange for an even worse control group, so he suggested:
