"Sir, why are you beating them up on stage?" Tong Zijun asked in a low voice.
When friends cross the river, it is not just as simple as crossing the river. They need to cross the river on a single-plank bridge.
You pick five players on one side, and they need to collide with each other and push their opponents off the bridge. It's very exciting just thinking about it.
There was no way to arrange a river on the stage, so bayonets were used instead, and the floor was covered with knives inserted upside down.
The single-plank bridge is two meters above the ground. If you fall off, you will definitely be stabbed to death. This show is another massacre game.
Cang Fu glanced at him and said with a mysterious smile, "The lucky audience is of course lucky."
Ten lucky people were arranged to stand under the single-plank bridge, and the players were led onto the single-plank bridge. They walked in groups of five or five facing each other.
The single-plank bridge is only six meters long. Ten people can stand on it. If they want to cross the bridge, they have to push each other down.
Players will die if they kill them. If they push them to the ground, they will definitely be stabbed to death with so many sharp knives.
"Hurry up! How can you perform if you don't move? Do you still want tickets?"
"Hurry up and push them down. If you look at you in a daze, you might as well go home and pick your feet. Come on, do it!"
The audience became impatient and began to urge, expressing their desire to see the performer being stabbed to death.
Cang Fu clapped his hands and shouted, "Start performing."
The ten selected performers all stared at Cang Fei resentfully. This newcomer was too naive and he wanted to kill them.
Tong Zijun urged, "Stop being so annoying. If you make the audience unhappy, you won't get any votes."
The orders of the chief judge and the newcomer are still different. Although Cang Fu changed his identity and became the boss, he is still a newcomer after all.
If Tong Zijun could ensure that the couple survived before, he would definitely be able to keep their group of performers alive.
This is the fanatical self-confidence of players. If you have level and strength, we will blindly trust you. Otherwise, we will reject you in various ways.
Although Cang Xi's methods are extraordinary, players still don't believe him. In escape games, weakness is the original sin.
Ten men were pushing each other on a single-plank bridge. They couldn't just push their opponents off, they had to create a show effect.
"Sir, do you want the lucky spectators to die instead of the players?" Tong Zijun asked, covering his mouth.
"Shut up." Cang Xi told him not to make any noise.
"You haven't finished one cake yet." Tong Zijun felt something was wrong after asking, "No, where did you buy the cake?"
"I'm telling you, don't eat whatever the NPCs give you. Be careful not to get caught by ghosts. Those female ghosts are too fierce."
Cang Xiang glanced over and said, "You don't understand human language even if you don't speak human language?"
Tong Zijun was inexplicably threatened, so he shut up honestly. Then he thought that he was a god-level player, why should he be afraid of a newcomer?
Cang Xiu ignored Tong Zijun and ate the cake very slowly, wanting to kick the person away without revealing his identity.
The performance on the stage is still going on. At first, the players pretended to create a show effect, but later it became a real hit.
The players are all angry, hoping that someone else will die and they can be the last one.
It wasn't until the first player landed on the ground that the player's pushing game became a little more restrained.
The player who pushed him down was extremely nervous. He didn't hear the erasure message from the system for a long time, so he dared to open his eyes.
——Ding! The owner of the funny circus uses lucky gift certificates to change the identities of performers and lucky spectators.
After hearing the system announcement, the players collectively saluted Cang Xi. How did this newcomer trick the NPC?
They originally thought that the young master just bought the circus for fun, but they didn't expect that he could come up with a clever plan to replace it.
If NPCs could replace players, there would be no need for the performing players to die.
There were lucky spectators at the bottom, and the players would not die even if they fell, and they all began to become bolder.
The Little Enemies show ended, ten players survived, but nine lucky viewers died.
Because the last person wins, he doesn't have to fall to the ground, so he doesn't have to die, saving one lucky spectator.
"This is different from what was promised!" the remaining yellow-haired boy shouted sharply.
The bodies of the lucky spectators were so swollen that they seemed to have really drowned, lying on the ground white all over.
Cang Xi smiled at the young man and said, "Are you particularly lucky?"
"Experience how to die once, and you won't feel the pain the next time you die."
"Lucky ass!" the boy shouted, "You are killing someone, you are breaking the law!"
Cang Ji sighed softly, "Why don't you say it's against the law when a performer dies?"
——Ding! If the player angers the NPC, the system will give you a warning.
The boy was chattering and cursing at the side, and called on all NPCs to boycott the Funny Circus and demanded refunds for their tickets.
Cang Ji grabbed the young man's neck, lifted him up, and stared at his face with a smile.
"If you enter this young master's circus, there is no reason to refund your ticket. If you don't want to die, just sit tight and sit tight."
"The performance hasn't ended yet, how can the guests leave first? Who dares to leave the gate without permission?"
The local spirit Jiji cooperated with his master and kicked the door shut. Now no one in the group of NPCs could escape.
Cang Fu turned to the young man and smiled, "Since you are dissatisfied with not experiencing the fun, I will let you accompany other lucky spectators."
The young man was thrown under the single-plank bridge. His body became white and swollen, as if he had been lying dead for several days.
Cang Fu's intimidation was so strong that the audience not only did not dare to leave the venue, they even did not dare to shout.
Tong Zijun's scalp was numb and he said, "I've seen your deceptive ability in a big shot."
Cang Xi smiled at him and said, "I'd like to get to know him if I have the chance."
Tong Zijun waved his hand directly, "It's impossible at the moment. We are at the ceiling and you are just a newcomer."
He didn't agree on the surface, but he was extremely shocked in his heart. Isn't this newcomer too hardcore?
He dared to kill NPCs despite being warned by the system. He must be a tough guy to dare to kill NPCs despite being warned by the system.
Tong Zijun usually spends a lot of time with pandas, and his IQ is more animal-like. To put it bluntly, he is just a not-so-smart guy.
Since the reincarnation mission, everything has been arranged by Cang Ji, and Tong Zijun has become a circus worker.
"What was the original performance?" Tong Zijun asked, looking through the list.
Players don’t have to perform continuously until the audience has recovered, they can take a ten-minute intermission.
Cang Ji didn't hide it from him and said five words, "Stew a big goose in an iron pot."
"Could the big goose be..." Tong Zijun's throat seemed to be strangled by something.
Cang Fei snorted, "It's just what you think."
"The number is ten?" Tong Zijun hissed.
Cang Fu reminded, "There will be several group-killing shows later, so you'd better figure out how to perform them."
Tong Zijun said bluntly, "Can't you continue to die as a substitute?"
"Do you think NPCs are cabbages?" Cang Xiang shook his head in disgust.
I really didn’t expect that the boss of the Lone Ranger has such an impressive IQ. I’m worried that I’ll die if I try to trick him.
Tong Zijun still doesn't know that he has a fragile title. He is still struggling, why is the newcomer so stubborn?
