Chapter 139: Children's Park's Style Changes
Chapter 139 The style of "Children's Playground" suddenly changed
"Too few samples, continue to observe."
Jiang Qian's steady tone and calm expression gave the group members a reassurance. Everyone continued to concentrate on their duties.
At this time, the second-ranked group had also taken their positions and were ready to start the game.
It was almost the same as the opening of the first group. Facing the second-ranked group's circle field, the little good boy and the naughty ghost began to sing the same ballad alternately:
"Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief~"
"Put it gently behind the little friend~"
"Put it gently behind the little friend~"
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The two groups played the game at the same time, and each group had a pair of exclusive little good boy and naughty ghost to sing the ballad.
If you happen to stand between the two groups and listen to the ballads on both sides, it's like listening to a duet, and it's easy to be confused if you don't pay attention.
Since the first group did not cause any accidents or noises in the first round of throwing the handkerchief, the players in the second group were confused at the moment, and could be said to have no sense of direction.
Accompanied by the familiar chanting, the players who were drawn to pick up the handkerchief could only return to the periphery carefully like the first group, jumping and walking around in circles.
While walking around in circles, they looked for someone to throw the handkerchief behind.
According to the game process, one person must be chosen to throw the handkerchief.
So, this smart player drew on the only previous experience and threw the handkerchief to a player who seemed not as strong as himself.
After throwing it, he turned around and ran!
However, he ran only two steps, and suddenly his whole body froze, and he almost sprained his ankle: the ballad of throwing the handkerchief has changed!
"Don't tell him~"
Everything was still familiar at this sentence. The teammate who was "pitted" found the handkerchief and stood up to chase.
The problem lies in the next sentence.
The brisk chanting changed from the original "Catch him quickly!" without any warning:
"Catch him quickly! Kill him quickly!"
... Kill him!
Kill him!
Such instructions made the players watching from the outside gasp at the same time, and their expressions became nervous.
This sudden change even stunned the players in the same group who had just stood up and started chasing.
The reason for his stunned was not only because of surprise and accident, but also because he knew that he was not the opponent of the opponent...
He wanted to make a move, but he couldn't beat him!
"Catch him quickly! Kill him quickly! Kill him quickly!"
The waves of urging continued to release pressure, but the players holding the handkerchiefs were struggling in a dilemma.
In the end, the first player successfully took the position of the "thrown" player.
The first round of handkerchief relay of the second group was completed, and the penalty time was about to begin.
Just as the player to be punished cursed and was about to walk into the circle to roll the dice, a stream of blood sprayed straight onto his snow-white shirt with numbers printed on it...
Suddenly, the whole audience was shocked again!
"Damn..."
"Fuck!"
"What the hell..."
Most players focused their attention on the second-place group that had just come on stage, but ignored the handkerchief passing in the second round of the first group!
However, the blood was coming from the first group.
In the field next to the first group, two players who were running and chasing each other started a "fight" and ended the battle cleanly...
The latecomer successfully killed the first player, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he walked back to his seat with a heavy expression.
The corpse not far away fell stiffly, and was sucked into the "gap" that suddenly appeared on the ground in an instant, and disappeared.
The handkerchief was not passed smoothly in this round.
So, the first group had to randomly select one person and go back to the field to continue the game.
The onlookers watched the situation unfold in astonishment. After a while, some people finally uttered some decent exclamations:
"What's going on..."
"The rules suddenly changed? Why?"
"It seems that the problem is not with the players. It must be the copy that is weird! Otherwise, why are both sides in trouble?!" Someone said impatiently.
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While the onlookers were still talking, the failed players of the second group had already come to the center of the circle.
He picked up the dice absent-mindedly, threw it out of his hand, and prayed silently in his heart.
The dice rolled on the ground for several circles and finally stopped slowly.
The side facing up said: dancing.
"Why, why dancing again?"
The player suddenly had an ominous premonition, which even made him want to turn around and escape the upcoming punishment.
However, it was too late.
The music had already started.
Under the gaze of everyone, the player's body seemed to have lost control of itself, and began to dance to the melody and rhythm of the music.
This time the dance was not a waltz, but a passionate, fast-paced samba.
As the beat gradually quickened, the player twisted his hips and kicked his legs stiffly, and each movement brought a "creaking" protest from his body!
But he was like a spinning top that could not stop, and could only dance with a grin, doing each movement to the extreme.
However, the rhythm of the dance music continued to accelerate.
Speed up again and again!
The flow rate of the music even gradually exceeded the scope of human ear appreciation, turning into distorted noise, and the punished players in the field gradually collapsed in this extreme rhythm!
First, his feet... joints were dislocated and bones were cracked.
Then it was his legs, the bones were overwhelmed, and the muscles twitched! As a result, the turning movement could not be perfectly coordinated, involving the waist!
The severe pain made the player curse, but he still couldn't stop the surging music!
But his curses, the strange and twisted dance postures of his limbs, and the frequent jams due to not keeping up with the rhythm... all brought great sensory stimulation to other players on the scene.
Finally, the player broke his neck in a difficult move and ended the performance in the center of the circle.
The torture finally came to an end.
The naughty ghost rolled his eyes and urged the start of a new round, while most of the players on the scene were confused and shocked.
The newly dead player was quickly sucked into the gap on the ground.
Some people stepped back subconsciously, which was the usual reaction when facing something scary.
Some people were even more irritable and cursed directly! After the cursing attracted the "collective attention" of Xiaoguaiguai and the naughty ghost, they closed their mouths in a cowardly manner.
In Jiang Qian's group, the mixed-blood beauty made a European and American exclamation at the time of the incident.
Lu Fanni next to him swallowed quietly and tried his best to control his emotions that were repeatedly shocked.
Including Bai Ji and others, all the big men were pale and frightened by the scene just now.
At this time, only a few players were still calm.
The one who attracted the most attention was Jiang Qian.
Facing the successive deaths of two players, Jiang Qian's expression was calm, as if his emotions had never been affected by the environment.
His "gaze" was covering the entire field.
Did this game really start only now? No, there must be something different. What did the first round of the first group do differently from the second round and the first round of the second group? What key details were overlooked... Jiang Qian was fully focused, looking back at everything he and the button camera saw.
At the same time, the third-ranked group had been forced to enter the game area.
The situation was already very urgent.
Because the next group that was about to start the game was the Jiang Qian group that took the initiative to choose the "fourth rank"!
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