Chapter 59: Beat The Drum, Pass The Flowers (2)

Chapter 59: Beat The Drum, Pass The Flowers (2)

Do you have anything you want to say to me? The bald man spoke, and no one at the scene answered.

All players kept to their blank expression. As they experienced the feeling of holding the walkthrough of a dungeon in their hands, the players felt as though they had opened up God ViewRefers to the third-person view mode in Real-Time Strategy games like Starcraft and Warcraft 3..

The bald man said this sentence, which proved that Jin Cheng didnt lie to them.

At this point, the bush of red hydrangeas was in the hands of a player. The big man glanced at the player, put a blind fold on himself, then raised his drum sticks: Boom! Boom! Boom!

The hydrangeas started being passed around. Every NPC was acting as the most enthusiastic player and totally committing themselves to the game, unable to wait to pass the bush of hydrangeas the moment it landed into their hands while being both excited and nervous at the same time.

Amid the drumbeat, the passing speed was only getting faster and never slower, and many NPCs were shouting with excitement. Their cries echoed in the empty factory along with the drumbeat, building up an even tenser atmosphere.

Soon, the red hydrangeas were passed to Jin Chengs hands.

The slip of paper could only be taken out after the drumbeat stopped, but Jin Cheng needed to check it carefully with his own eyes, because seeing was believing. According to the game rules, the hydrangeas mustnt stay in anyones hands for more than five seconds and must be passed to the next person without jumping across other players, so even though he wanted to pass it directly to Tang Cuo, he had to let go of the thought.

Tang Cuo was staring at the drummer, meticulously observing each of his movements and carefully listening to each of his beats. Because the walkthrough mentioned that the drumbeat was supposed to carry with it a certain pattern.

During his drumming, he also used a pair of drum hammers to rhythmically strike the left and right edges of the drum. This action would occur four times in total. No matter how fast or slow the man beat the drum or what the melody was, as long as the hammers hit the drum for the fourth time, the drumbeat would stop.

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The red hydrangeas mustnt stay in any players hand for more than five seconds, so these five seconds were the key.

Tang Cuo waited until the third time the hammers hit the drum and said loudly: All players, starting from me, from left to right, I am No. 1, Red Shirt is No. 2, got it?

Although the players had no idea what his intention was, but under the presence of the big boss Jin Cheng, and with the fact they themselves had the thought of hugging his thigh, everyone nodded very cooperatively.

Tang Cuo continued: Now, listen to my command.

At this time, the red hydrangeas were passed to Tang Cuos hands. He held the flowers for three or four seconds, then only at the point where the five second mark was up, he passed the bush to the next person.

No. 2 was separated from him by five NPCs.

Tang Cuo listened carefully to the relentless drumbeat, his eyes following the bush of red hydrangeas without blinking. The moment it landed in No. 2s hand, he said: No. 2, keep it for five seconds before passing.

No. 2 hurriedly nodded, holding the red hydrangeas quietly and counted for five seconds. Right when he was about to pass, the hydrangeas suddenly popped up in the next persons hands the system was indeed tough and wouldnt spare anyone even a second.

No. 3, continue.

No. 4, continue.

Under Tang Cuos commands, the players inevitably began to feel nervous, many of them sneaking a glance at Jin Cheng, but Jin Cheng just leisurely watched them. At this point, the drumbeat suddenly accelerated.

No. 5, pass it quickly! Tang Cuo immediately changed his instruction.

Startled, No. 5 threw the bush aside as soon as he touched it, as if it was a hot potato.

Tang Cuos sharp eyes quickly watched the hydrangeas being passed. There were five NPCs between No. 5 and No. 6. Considering the speed of each NPC to be about two seconds on average, and that No. 6 and No. 7 sat next to each other, he originally wanted to control the passing speed of the hydrangeas so that No. 6 or No. 7 could get it. Both of them had ten seconds in total, which should be sufficient.

But the drumbeat had suddenly picked up, so he had to act fast. At this moment, the beating of the hammers followed.

At this time, the red hydrangeas were two NPCs away from No. 6. Tang Cuo raised his eyes to look at Jin Cheng. Jin Cheng understood and a silver light flashed in his hands as he tightly pulled on his mechanical bow.

Swoosh Just as the drumbeat was about to stop, Jin Chengs arrow hit the NPC next to No. 6 and the vigorous force directly knocked him off the chair. The red hydrangeas that were supposed to be passed to him simply fell to the ground.

Pick it up. Tang Cuo said firmly.

Regaining his senses, No. 6 almost bounced off his chair as though shocked by electricity, leapt to the side and picked up the hydrangeas. He hugged it tightly in his chest, then looked at Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo with awe how did he become the first to get the flowers?

At this time, the bald man untied his red blindfold and turned around: Do you choose to give a performance or answer a question?

Jin Cheng put away his bow and arrows: Answer a question.

No. 6 was so nervous that he just plainly repeated the same thing: Answer a question.

The bald man glanced at Jin Cheng but didnt say that he had violated the rules. After clearing his throat, he began to read out the puzzle

An ancient temple is in the clouds. No one knows how many monks crowd.

Three hundred and sixty-four bowls, not one too many and not one too few.

Three monks share a bowl of rice, four monks share a bowl of soup.

This calculation was very smart indeed.

But Leng Miao still didnt like the way Heavens Will was developing. Since Chong Yanzhang didnt have the courage to break away from Chen Liu, it would be difficult to achieve great things. Moreover, Chen Liu and Jiang He were kept in jail together yet Chong Yanzhang didnt show up to visit them for thirteen days, because he knew that they were at odds with each other.

This was probably the one factor that prompted Jiang He to give up on Heavens Will.

Without Jiang He, there was nothing worthy of attention to say about Heavens Will anymore. But then, Leng Miao suddenly remembered about a message leaked by a player who was sent to jail two days ago, which talked about the [Twelve Movements] being found inside a dungeon in Zone E.

If Chong Yanzhang still had the courage to gamble his everything and head to Zone E to try for the movement, there might be a chance for Heavens Will to turn the situation around.

But would he?

Leng Miao was lost in thoughts.

On the other side, Jiang He smoothly walked out of the cell. Yong Ye City was a circular city where every zone was fan-shaped, and Zone G was no exception. The two sides of the fan and the curved part were rows of cells stacked atop each other, like a huge wall separating Zone G from other zones, while the central part was an empty lawn.

This large lawn was the main arena where the warden played games with the prisoners. Sometimes he also arranged the games to take place inside the cells, but that was only sometimes.

At this time, the lawn was a sheet of green grass where not a single shadow could be seen.

Jiang He walked unhurriedly, and after five minutes, he realised that he was wrong it wasnt that there was no one here, rather, someone had fallen on the grass.

She was extremely thin, looking as though all her skin was almost attached to her bones. Her plain clothes were covered with blood stains and sticking closely to her body, such that her whole figure was nearly wholly concealed behind the grass, even though the grass wasnt very tall in the first place.

Jiang He recognised her. She was the little girl in the opposite cell.

A day ago, the warden took her out for a game and she never came back. Jiang He thought she had died and didnt expect to meet her again here.

He couldnt help but squat down and probed her breaths.

Her breathing was so subtle that Jiang He couldnt tell whether she was dead or alive.

Just as he was hesitating whether to walk away or to do a good deed, the little girl suddenly lifted her bony hands and grabbed his ankles tightly.

Jiang He was instantly alarmed and pulled his dagger out of its sheath.

The little girl raised her head to find the daggers tip facing her eyes, its cold light reflected in her empty pupils, forcing her to get back to her senses at once.

Bring me out. Her voice was coarse, as though it had scratched against rough sand, not the kind of voice that a girl of this age should have. Her eyes were terrifyingly filled with resentment and hostility, yet it was rather funny that her head was bald.

For every word that came out, she had to slow down a bit, as if this act of speaking was exhausting all her strength. But her hands still firmly grasped Jiang Hes ankle, as though holding onto one last chance.

Bring me out. She repeated.

Why do you want to get out? Jiang He asked.

Why? The little girl suddenly laughed, which triggered her wounds and made her cough up blood, yet she still said stubbornly: I was born weak, so I dont have the right to live, right? Everyone can step on me. Even if Im dead, no one wants to let me go! Why?!

Falling out with her hysterical questioning were the tears from her eyes.

She glanced at Jiang He for one last time, then abruptly let go of him and began to crawl towards the gate by herself.

Jiang He looked at her, then at the path behind her. The blood stains hidden in the grass might be evidence that she truly wanted to go out.

Since she appeared here and could go outside, it meant that she had finished serving her sentence.

Jiang He looked down at the tear drops on his shoes.

He never cried. Even if he had to leave Heavens Will and become a lone dog again, he wouldnt cry. But for some reasons he couldnt quite understand, the girls tears had moved him.

So he bent over, picked up the little girl who hadnt crawled far and quicked walked out.

The little girl struggled in his arms, as if she didnt want to accept his pity and mercy anymore, but she really had no strength and soon stopped moving.

As he walked, Jiang He suddenly felt that someone was watching him from behind. He immediately turned his head and his gaze swept across the highest part of the prison, a tower on the west corner. But no one was there.

There was only one person in the entire Zone G who could be there Warden Xiao Tong.

Was it him?

Jiang He frowned in suspicion, but the little girl might really die if she wasnt attended to soon, so he had to take her away at once. The moment he stepped past the gate, Jiang He suddenly remembered that he didnt know her name, so he asked: Whats your name?

A long time later, the little girl answered: Zheng Yingying.

Since the moment they became neighbours inside the prison, this was actually the first time they spoke to each other.