Chương 189: Latest Rules
The first two tightrope walkers failed very quickly, they were all dragged down in blood within two minutes of the show. The third and fourth came up together because they were going to perform flying trapeze.
A man and a woman were pushed onto the platform. The woman held the pull rod and jumped out of the platform under the push of the executioner behind her. She just kept swinging, she didn't know what to do, the man opposite also grabbed the pull rod like her, swinging in the air.
The two had no tacit understanding, it was impossible for them to cooperate, let alone play flying trapeze, however when they were swinging like this, the executioner behind them stopped urging them, but walked down the platform and sat on the only empty chair under the stage, watching with interest.
"This is also called juggling a." Duan Yan yawned, "Holding the pull rod and playing on the swing? So boring."
Bai Leshui: "This is an execution." He looked down and flipped through the information. There are nine players among the prisoners this time. There are only nine ordinary NPCs except Yan Li and Rong Zheng. The first four are NPCs. Coincidence?
Maybe they used cards ba, deliberately move their ranking back.
Bai Leshui looked down at the list for a while, and moved the list of prisoners labeled as players to the back. When he was about to look up, he heard a loud bang on the stage.
Bai Leshui's face became more ugly, he didn't dare to look up again.
Performance backstage.
Rong Zheng sat on the motorcycle and watched the executioner drag the bloody woman down. Some of the prisoners were pale and dared not look, and some were muttering to themselves. There was still one person left on the stage, holding the pull rod and struggling to support himself. The clown stood at the door, smiling and watching when he would fall.
The man who drew the No. 4 flying man had obviously practiced before, and he held on for five minutes without making a sound.
The clown turned his head to look at the backstage lounge and asked with a smile: "Is No. 5 going up now ma?"
The man holding the No. 5 sign was a tall and thin man. He looked at the people in the backstage and said in a hoarse voice: "Anyway, we all have to go on stage. What's the difference between a minute earlier or later. Don't think you can avoid it. Everyone will die." After saying that, he smiled and turned to go on stage.
Rong Zheng looked at Andy. He had seen the wooden sign in the hand of this player. The sixth person, the program was also trapeze artist.
Andy was still hesitant. He had prepared a card, but it was just a physical enhancement card. He had never tried to hang in the air for fifteen minutes with two ropes and a short pole, and he didn't want to experience the feeling of falling in the air. It would definitely leave him with a psychological shadow.
Anyway, there were still people on the field, so it was better to delay for a while...
"Hey." Someone patted Andy on the shoulder, Andy was startled.
"What?" He turned around and saw the big sister in the character setting, and another one dressed very simply... woman? Man?
He glanced at the other person's neck. Very good, a man.
Why would a man wear lipstick a.
"We want to go on stage. According to the rules, we must go up one by one." Yan Li shook the No. 8 aerial silk pendant sign at him, "You know it, right?"
Andy: "I've never seen anyone so anxious to court death..."
"Court death?" Yan Li snorted coldly, "Of course not, I'm quite good at this. It's just that those people lucky enough to get cards at the back makes me very unhappy, so I plan to go on stage directly, I certainly won't give them time to rest."
Andy looked at Anna: "Do you think so too?"
"If it ends earlier, can't we rest earlier ma?" Anna blinked her beautiful big eyes and said in a tender voice, "It's almost our turn too." After that, she motioned Andy to look behind him.
Andy turned around and just met a bloody face. This was the prisoner No. 4 who had unfortunately fallen.
Now there is only one person left on the stage. If he falls too, he will have to go on stage immediately.
It really doesn't make any difference whether he goes early or late. Andy took a deep breath and turned to go on stage. Anna and Yan Li, who are No. 7 and No. 8 respectively, followed him.
The clown was very happy. He walked to the control panel on the side and said happily: "I like positive people. I really like you. If your performance is wonderful, I will allow you to rest for fifteen more minutes." Red silk was lowered from the ceiling. This is what is needed for the silk hanging performance, but now no one cares except Yan Li and Anna.
Resting for fifteen more minutes is a good bait, and naturally people are caught.
"Does this mean that they can rest for an hour and fifteen minutes after performing for fifteen minutes ma?" Hill asked, "What if the performance is half an hour ne?"
"That means they can rest for two and a half hours." The clown danced with joy, "It's only valid for the first time o, and it's when I'm in a good mood. I'm in a good mood now. Are you coming ma? Come on ba. There are so many guests."
"Hey, who are number nine, ten, and eleven? Hurry up, I want to go on stage." Hill shouted in a rough voice, and remembered halfway through his words, he walked to Chapman, "You must be number eleven ba."
Chapman recognized this man. When he wanted to snatch David's equestrian sign, this man just came to find David. After hearing the other party's question, Chapman sneered, "Are you really so anxious? Why don't we change?"
Hill's face was ugly. He remembered the performance program on Chapman's sign, the flywheel of death, he definitely didn't want to get involved.
"Sooner or later, you have to go on stage. I'll see how long you can wait." Hill sneered and walked to David and sat down.
David glanced at him: "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Hill: "Equestrian performances are the simplest. We only need to ride horses for half an hour, then we can rest for a long time, and then go on stage for fifteen minutes, and today is over."
David: "If it's that simple, it's easy."
"What's so difficult? The clowns and executioners won't care how we perform, even if we just ride horses for two laps." Hill said.
David: "But we haven't seen horses yet."
Hill said proudly: "It doesn't matter if it's a wild horse. There is no horse I can't control."
David: "What if I don't give you a saddle, stirrups and reins ne?"
Hill's expression froze. He really hadn't considered this.
David stopped talking.
He is different from Hill. Hill only rode a horse for a few steps when traveling before, and someone was leading him, so he thought it was no big deal. But David is different. He doesn't ride horses, but it doesn't prevent him from knowing a friend who loves horses like crazy. Not only did he join the club, he also spent hundreds of thousands to raise a pony. Because that friend talks about horses every three times, David knows a little common sense even if he hasn't ridden one himself.
For example, TV dramas are all lies. Riding a horse with two people is very dangerous. You can sit on it and pose for photos, or take a few steps, but galloping on a horse is a death wish. Even those with superb skills dare not do this casually. Given that horses are so expensive now, no one would abuse their beloved horses like this.
As for not using a saddle, only people with superb horsemanship dare to do this. If there is no rein, no matter how good a person is at riding a horse, they will not go up to seek death.
And this is still the premise that the horse is docile. If it is an untamed wild horse, David thinks that they may die the moment they goes up ba.
Half an hour? It would be a miracle to last for fifteen minutes.
David sighed, looking at Hill's unconcerned expression, and did not say much.
It was just a temporary teammate, a stranger who didn't even know the other party's real name, it was not worth his trouble to persuade and remind him.
Prisoner No. 5 was carried down. He hung on the platform for fifteen minutes, then returned to the stage with a relaxed look. There was a clock on the stage. Prisoner No. 5 remembered the time and decided to wait an hour before going on stage.
The four prisoners in front of him were all dead. He was the first one, so he didn't need to worry about his rest time being blocked by the prisoners in front.
There were three people on the stage. Andy was still struggling to support. In comparison, Yan Li and Anna, who were playing with silk hanging, were more relaxed.
After strengthening his arm strength, he climbed up by grabbing the red rope, tied the red silk around his waist smoothly, then raised his arms or stretched his legs from time to time, which was considered a performance.
Yan Li was very relaxed, but Anna was a little difficult. She spent a lot of effort to get her body off the ground, but she couldn't go any higher, so she could only hold the silk and support herself.
"Not high enough a, that woman, you are not high enough a!" The clown pointed at Anna and shouted.
It was indeed not high. Even if she fell down now, she would only fall on her buttocks, less than half a meter from the ground.
"I'll help you, don't be polite." The clown smiled and began to operate on the control panel. Yan Li and Anna's red silk was immediately rolled up to a height of three meters, and continued to go up until it was as high as Andy who was playing the trapeze.
The clown could operate the facilities on the stage at will. Rong Zheng and some players noticed this and quietly took note of it.
The difficulty of survival increased again.
Anna looked at the height of more than five meters and screamed in fear. She looked up and looked pitifully at Yan Li, who was one meter taller than her: "What should I do, I'm scared."
"It's okay, just grab the red silk to death." Yan Li shouted.
"You don't move, how can you not move!" The clown roared angrily, slapping the buttons on the control panel fiercely.
The roller hanging the red silk began to move, and Andy held the pull rod tightly, his palms began to sweat.
"We need some warm colors! Only warm colors will make me stop." The clown was still shaking the joystick.
"Simone, I'm so scared." Anna, who was swung around by the red silk, shouted. She had begun to slowly slide down.
Yan Li looked at him, thought for a while and stretched out his hand and said, "Come, I'll hold you, you climb up."
"Okay." Anna stretched out a hand with great effort, and almost touched Yan Li's fingertips.
"I can't reach it, move down a little more." Anna said loudly.
Yan Li sighed, and his hand moved on the red silk around his waist, as if to untie it. Anna's mouth corners slowly curled up. As long as the other party untied the red silk, she could pull people down...
The clown said that he needed warm colors, so that he would stop controlling this damn machine, and the silk would not shake.
Red is the warmest, as long as someone falls and sacrifices...
"It takes someone to sacrifice a." Yan Li said.
Anna: "...Hey?"
Yan Li still had the silk wrapped tightly around his waist, not only that, he also tied the red silk to his legs. He tried to free his hands, holding a blade with a cold glow on his fingertips, and was cutting Anna's silk.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm just giving you back what you wanted to do." Yan Li cut Anna's red silk calmly, "The aerial silk performance requires two red silks, we are destined to drop one. The clown also mentioned it, of course that person is you, not me. I helped you through the maze anyway, just consider it as a debt of life you owe me bei."
Anna's expression was distorted, she screamed with all her strength: "You bi..."
Before she finished her words, she fell to the ground with the broken red silk, and fell silent after a bang.
The clown laughed wildly, the hand operating the machine stopped.
Someone must be eliminated in the same group of performances, otherwise the clown will make trouble until someone is eliminated.
Rong Zheng guessed so. In addition to him, obviously others also thought of it.
The temporary teammates who had been discussing together immediately fell apart. David could clearly sense that Hill's eyes were no longer friendly when he looked at him.
Forget it, he didn't care.
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