"Do you think she can escape successfully?" Tong Zijun lowered his voice and communicated with Cang Xi.
Ji Jiujiu has been thrown into the water tank. If she cannot escape within ten minutes, she will be suffocated to death by the water-filled tank.
"It depends on her luck." Cang Fu said he was not sure.
Tong Zijun clicked his tongue and said, "Brother, if you are so cold-blooded, be careful not to get a girlfriend."
Cang Fu retorted, "I just need to find a boyfriend."
Tong Zijun was autistic, and when he glanced at Cang Fei's face, he once again felt that it was a pity that it would be a pity not to sow such good genes.
Neither the clown nor the host shouted anything, so the performers did not need to enter the water directly. Ji Jiujiu twisted his waist for a while before they all stepped into the water tank.
Ji Jiujiu is an acrobat. Her bones are very soft, and struggling to escape while tied up in the water is her strength.
A task that no one else dares to do is considered a good job in Ji Jiujiu's eyes, and the water tank escape is simply tailor-made for her.
The only person Ji Jiujiu missed was Cang Fu. That bastard tied her up too tightly, and she felt a little anxious.
The escape performance is just a gimmick, and a normal circus would not tie the performers tightly.
A layman only knows how to watch the excitement. How can he know whether the rope is tight or not? Even if he checks it himself, he can't tell anything.
"Why didn't she jump into the water even though she was pregnant?" Tong Zijun muttered in a low voice.
Cang Rao glanced at the water tank and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
The water tank was already half full, and the girl only had ten minutes to escape. She had already panicked.
Tong Zijun was a little confused, but he saw clearly how the young master helped others throughout the whole process.
"I don't dare to say that, the girl did not make any mistakes, and her crime will not lead to death." Tong Zijun calmly approached the water tank.
Cang Fei glanced at the location of the water tank, turned around and stepped off the stage, pulling his box and continuing to distribute the dolls.
There was still more than half of the remaining garbage from his mission, so he had to clean it all up while Tong Zijun wasn't paying attention.
There is no need to worry about the other players. Those with low levels are not very vigilant and will not understand what he is doing if they see him.
Tong Zijun is a god-level player. He has experienced countless dungeons. He can understand if the player is abnormal.
It’s not that Cang Fu listened to the system and didn’t reveal his identity, the main reason was that he wanted to play games, and he wouldn’t be free if he was exposed.
The system obviously uses him as a tool, exposing the identity of the main god, and the players have to use him as a life-saving talisman.
"No. 8527, died four years ago, level 53 player, professional doctor."
"After death, he was reincarnated into an NPC. He took the player's memory with him and was unwilling to die. He killed more than 30 new players."
"No. 7563, died six years ago, level 58 player, professional electrician."
"After death, he was reincarnated into an NPC. He took the player's memory with him and was unwilling to die. He killed more than 30 new players."
Cang Ji used the virtual screen to find the characters and cleaned up the remaining garbage according to the procedure. The task went smoothly.
The performances on the stage were also going on at the same time. Ji Jiujiu delayed for a long time and finally had to enter the water tank.
She lost her usual grace and began to struggle as soon as she entered the water. Unfortunately, the rope became tighter and tighter.
Ji Jiujiu cursed Cang Xi eight hundred times in her mind. The rope could not be untied, and the fear in her heart became stronger.
What the audience likes to watch the most is the simulated performance of the performers, especially when they see frightened expressions on their faces.
"Come on, someone voted for you." Tong Zijun encouraged the little girl selfishly.
The number of player deaths cannot be less than five. According to the circus mission, a hundred players are not enough to die in one round.
As the chief judge, Tong Zijun certainly doesn’t want all the players to be wiped out, as their death will have an impact on his rating.
Ji Jiujiu didn't have time to talk to him. She struggled desperately, even pulling her hand forward and biting it with her teeth.
The water level was getting higher and higher, and soon it was below Ji Jiujiu's head, and her face in the water became even more ferocious.
"Please give Miss Jiujiu some encouragement!" Tong Zijun took the lead in applauding.
Some people who liked watching this performance clapped along and shouted, "Come on," hoping that Ji Jiujiu would escape successfully.
When Ji Jiujiu heard the voice of encouragement, she felt like she was back in the acrobatic troupe, biting off the rope in one go.
There was a splash, and the person in the water tank emerged. Tong Zijun hurriedly stepped forward, but she sprayed water on her face.
"Sorry." Ji Jiujiu said weakly.
She had just inhaled a lot of water and spit it out as soon as her head popped up. She didn't expect Tong Zijun to come over.
"It's okay, it's okay." Tong Zijun said with a smile, "Congratulations on your success, you are so courageous."
Ji Jiujiu smiled sadly. She was almost suffocated to death. It was not easy to stay alive.
She climbed out of the water tank, ignoring the water all over her body, and bent down to salute the audience, her eyes fixed on Cang Xi.
Cang Fu, who handed out the dolls, sensed murderous intent, but he didn't take it seriously. The entire circus was no match for him.
——Ding! The audience voting ratio exceeds 10, and the water tank escape performer passes the task.
The task of the fourth game came to an end, and Ji Jiujiu stepped down amidst the cheers of singing.
Tong Zijun continued, "I'm going to invite a special performer. His show is called Sword Swallowing."
A very sunny young man walked onto the stage, raised his arms and bowed to the audience. He was a good and polite boy.
"Handsome guy, what's your name?" Tong Zijun handed over the microphone.
The young man smiled and waved his hand and said, "My name is Mo Zheng, hello everyone, hello host."
Tong Zijun replied with a hello and asked, "How did the young man think of swallowing a sword? Have you practiced it for a long time?"
Naturally, Mo Zheng has never practiced. Why would a normal person learn to swallow a sword if he has nothing to do? Is it so that he can be hospitalized and nurse all year round?
This is not cheating with props, players rely on luck to get the characters, and Mo Zheng was just unlucky and got the sword swallowing role.
Mo Zheng didn't dare to admit that he didn't know how to do it. He smiled and said, "Of course practice makes perfect for this kind of thing."
Tong Zijun understood when he saw his forced smile, and encouraged, "Then you have to work harder, I'm optimistic about you."
Mo Zheng smiled at him, took out a prepared prop, and asked the host to check whether the sword was real.
Tong Zijun pretended to check it out, interacted with the audience, and then asked the young man to start performing.
Mo Zheng held the sword and danced wildly, then raised it up and started stuffing it into his mouth. Halfway through, he took it out and continued dancing.
When he swallowed the sword, he didn't really swallow it into his stomach, but used props to make the sword disappear, and all he swallowed was air.
The principle of the sword is not a real sword, but made of special materials, but it looks just like a real sword on the surface.
Mo Zheng is very good at things. He swallows the sword halfway and then stops swallowing it. He insists on arousing the curiosity of the audience.
After he earned the ticket, he began to practice the real sword-swallowing technique, stuffing the entire hilt of the sword into his mouth.
——Ding! The audience voting ratio exceeds 10, and the sword-swallowing performer passes the task.
"It's awesome!" Tong Zijun was also nervous just now.
Although he knew in his heart that the sword was fake and what he saw with his eyes was real, he was afraid that the sword would burst the young man's mouth.
Mo Zheng bent down and said thank you, "Thank you all guests for your votes. Please support me more next time."
