Everyone present fell into deathly silence.
Eleven living people, gone…
No one knew what they’d experienced, no one knew where they’d gone. Just like that, as the chairs rotated, then—vanished without a trace.
Li Li’s face was deathly pale. The pink heart before him had decreased by one—now only two remained.
Bai Youwei was truly speechless about this person. Just moments ago he’d looked down on the question, then immediately answered incorrectly, slapping his own face with remarkable effort.
Tan Xiao laughed loudly nearby: “Guessed right hahahaha—hic!”
Tan Xiao gained a small pink heart.
Yan Qingwen scanned everyone’s point situation and asked with a frown: “Li Li, which one did you choose?”
“D.” Li Li answered sullenly. “Rainbow colors—orange, yellow, red, green, cyan, blue, purple.”
Zhu Shu kindly told him: “Li Li, it’s red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple.”
Li Li’s expression was bitter: “How could this be… I felt like orange, yellow, red, green, cyan, blue, purple sounded smoother…”
Having gained hearts, Tan Xiao was acting cocky, using both hands to make a heart shape at his heart position, making shooting-love gestures toward Zhu Shu.
Zhu Shu couldn’t help but laugh.
“You brat! Acting like I’m dead?!” Li Li fumed from across the way. “Before flirting, go home and look in a mirror! Stop coming out to offend people’s eyes!”
“Damn!” Tan Xiao glared and cursed back. “What business is it of yours if I flirt with girls?! You busybody! Li the Busybody!”
“Say that again, I dare you?!”
“I said it, so what? Ugly four-eyed frog! Come hit me if you dare!”
Li Li wasn’t good at cursing or making threats. Trembling with anger, he pointed at Tan Xiao: “I’ll see how long you can be arrogant! Next question I’m sending you to meet your maker!”
Tan Xiao pulled out his puzzle piece to show off: “You can’t send me~ Yo yo, you can’t send me~”
Li Li: “You brain-dead killing Matt!!!”
“Have you two made enough noise?!!”
An angry roar suddenly erupted from the other side—it was Fei Ge.
He sat in the metal chair, face full of rage, eyes bloodshot, veins bulging on his neck!
“You! Bas! Tards! What are you yelling about?!! My brothers are all dead, and you still have the mood to bicker here?!! Get lost! All of you get lost ahhhhh!!!”
Fei Ge roared hoarsely, then large tears poured from his eyes, losing composure as he covered his face and wept bitterly: “Damn it! All dead! My brothers are all dead! My brothers…”
Everyone quieted down.
The entire venue could only hear the grieving, painful cries of a burly man.
Regardless of what grudges everyone had before, at this moment bound to this spinning wheel, their fates and hearts were united—if the lips are gone, the teeth will feel cold.
No one felt good inside.
Eleven people had died.
This was something even Bai Youwei hadn’t anticipated.
Because she truly felt this question was extremely, extremely simple!
However, who could accurately estimate someone’s scope of knowledge? Everyone had their own blind spots. Perhaps the next question, which seemed incredibly simple to others, would only leave her puzzled.
Bai Youwei said leisurely: “Your brothers died, so you want to cry. We escaped death, so we want to laugh. They had a quarrel, so they’re angry. People’s joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness fundamentally don’t connect with each other. Even if right now you see a tiny bit of sadness on our faces, it actually doesn’t have much to do with your brothers… Those emotions, in the end, still come from associations with ourselves.”
Her voice was soft, casual, appearing especially cold-blooded in the oppressive atmosphere.
As if born with a heart of stone.
Fei Ge resentfully raised his head, staring hard at Bai Youwei, viciously!
As if pouring all his hatred onto Bai Youwei alone!
—Hatred for the game! Hatred for the world! Hatred for himself! All hatred!
Bai Youwei looked at him expressionlessly: “Just now you cried so painfully—was it really only for your brothers? Not even a little bit for yourself?”
“…” Fei Ge didn’t speak, only his eyes grew redder.
The monitor said: “The game continues—”
