Saying that, it floated to the top of the cave, still below the round opening, and said in a cheerful tone:
"The second round of the game is about to begin. Players have one minute to prepare. Countdown begins, 59, 58, 57, 56…"
The air seemed to solidify.
Hatred, anger, pain, or heartbreak all became worthless at this moment in the cold countdown.
All emotions were suppressed by the threat of death.
People dispersed with wooden expressions, looking for a suitable hiding place.
"50, 49, 48…"
Shen Mo observed the surroundings, thinking about whether to change Bai Youwei's position, when his arm was pulled by her. Bai Youwei pointed to a snail shell next to her.
The snails here were all empty shells, half of the opening sunk in the mud and half exposed, like a semi-circular doorway. Looking inside, one could vaguely see the space extending inward.
"You want me to carry you in?" Shen Mo looked into her eyes. "If hit by the golden ball, the snail will sink."
Every time it was hit, the snail would sink a little deeper into the mud, maybe half, maybe the whole thing, depending on the force of the golden ball's impact.
So, if Bai Youwei really wanted to hide in the snail shell, she might be buried alive.
"It doesn't matter." Bai Youwei's voice was cold and calm. "The air inside should be enough for me to hide for a while. And don't forget, even if the ball knocks the shell into the mud, it's only for 20 seconds. After 20 seconds, the frog will turn the mud, and the shell will return to the top of the mud layer."
That was true.
Just now, the whole cave had been smashed into a pit by the golden ball, and many snails had been buried, but when the frog appeared, the cave seemed to have been hit by an earthquake, and all the snail shells in the mud were turned over.
Shen Mo pondered, "There are so many snails in this game, there must be a reason. Maybe the existence of the snails is to provide cover for the players?"
"Perhaps…" Bai Youwei murmured.
She seemed to be thinking about something else, a little absent-minded.
Shen Mo looked at her but didn't ask any more questions. He just carried her into the snail shell and settled her down.
"32, 31, 30, 29…"
The countdown continued.
Shen Mo didn't intend to hide. Hiding in the snail shell was safe, but he couldn't observe the situation outside.
He had to stay outside to see where the golden ball would eventually land.
At this time, Teacher Cheng, who was huddled in the corner, suddenly stood up and shouted desperately, "Listen to me everyone! – Listen to me! We can hide in the snail shells. Frogs have dynamic vision! As long as we don't move, in its eyes, we are no different from mud! It won't find us!"
"Old man, get down! The countdown is about to end!!!"
Tan Xiao, caught off guard by his sudden rush, quickly grabbed Teacher Cheng's arm and dragged him back with force!
"Are you tired of living?! Do you want to be smashed to pieces by that blind ball?!"
Teacher Cheng staggered from being pulled, heartbroken as he said to Tan Xiao, "Xiao Tan! We have to find a way to save ourselves! We can't just sit here and wait for death! Tell everyone to hide in the snail shells! We can't let the frog eat us anymore!!!"
Perhaps because of his profession, although Teacher Cheng's voice was old and hoarse, it was exceptionally loud and clear.
Tan Xiao hurriedly pushed him into the snail shell, nodding repeatedly, "Got it, got it! Everyone heard it! Hey, old man, move your legs faster, climb in quickly!"
"16, 15, 14…"
Tan Xiao turned to go to the snail shell he had chosen, but found it was already occupied, by the fat man who had wet his pants!
His body fat blocked the snail shell tightly.
"Damn it!" Tan Xiao cursed.
There were also snail shells further away, but walking in the mud was not as easy as usual, and there was simply not enough time!
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1…"
Tan Xiao ran desperately towards another snail shell!
The golden ball floated in mid-air, its tone as gloating as ever:
"Game, start."