When I started rebelling in the rule ghost story

Chapter 493: Walking a tightrope at high altitude

In the original arrangement, the candidates selected by Brunei did not need to participate in this performance. The original plan was for Acrobats No. [-] and No. [-] to perform.

But the current situation is that he also needs to play.

Although it is true that the Brunei national candidate has long legs, he is naturally afraid of heights, and asking him to walk on a tightrope is basically the same as sending him to death.

Brunei's national electors were not happy at the time.

he asked two teammates.

However, his teammates told him that this was the punishment for a bad performance yesterday, and the team leader would also watch it in person.

The words of his teammates made the Brunei national selection feel depressed. Needless to say, behind this performance was the instruction of the team leader.

How could two teammates allow themselves to play without the instruction of the team leader.

At this moment, the Brunei national candidate thought a lot. He had already thought of himself falling from a high altitude and being smashed into a pulp.

And just when he was about to leave a will in advance, the urging of his teammates prevented him from even having a chance to leave a will.

Amid the cheers of the audience, the Brunei national selector followed two teammates and climbed onto the high platform of more than ten meters.

Standing on the high platform and just looking down, the Brunei national electors could not help but tremble in their hearts.

"It's over, it's really over this time."

"Am I really going to die here?"

Afraid of heights coupled with fear made the people selected by Brunei feel despair.

He couldn't believe he was going to die here so soon.

He still has a lot of unfinished business.

He still harbored hopes of clearing the level, but he didn't expect to be knocked back to reality so quickly.

"Follow us, I say, don't fall behind! If you make another mistake in your performance this time, I think your end will be very miserable."

On a high platform of more than ten meters, teammates handed the Brunei national selection a red umbrella for performance. After briefly giving instructions, the two teammates stepped onto the straight Bund rope one after another.

At this time, the host's voice also sounded in my ears.

"Dear viewers, now we can see that the two acrobats are ready and they have stepped onto the tightrope without hesitation."

The host Chong then acted as a substitute.

"We can see that the two acrobats are very skillful in their movements. It seems that they have been practicing hard in the audience..."

The host interacted enthusiastically with the audience.

But when he saw the Brunei national elector standing still, the host was confused: "Uh... we can see that one of our acrobats is very panicked now. He may need our help." Applause and encouragement, don’t be stingy with your applause, okay?”

As soon as the host finished speaking, the audience burst into applause again.

At this time, the audience unanimously believed that this was the effect of the program.

Whose circus show will let new people come on stage?

Isn't this a waste of time for yourself?

At this time, outside the live broadcast.

Countless netizens are staring at the motionless Brunei national candidate, walking on a tightrope at high altitude, and many netizens can't help but sweat for him.

"Damn it, what a real punishment. The circus actually let newcomers perform directly. The key is that the audience didn't notice anything was wrong at all. Is this reasonable?"

"The audience thought it was a show effect. It would be strange to find out."

"I asked, did the audience really not notice at all? Didn't you notice that something was very wrong with those audiences?"

"There is indeed something wrong, but how on earth did the Syrian selector do it just now? Why didn't I see it clearly?"

"To be honest, I didn't see clearly either. It felt like those three flying knives didn't look like they were shot, but more like something weird guided them to hit."

"Weird thing? Where is it?"

"The weirdness this time is very good at disguise. It's difficult to find it..."

"I think there's something wrong with Captain Bond. Otherwise, how can we explain the abnormality in the eyes of the chosen one?"

"Do you think it is possible that there is more than one kind of weirdness in the circus? It seems that what the chosen ones from Asan Kingdom encountered was the second kind of weirdness..."

"Why do I get more and more confused the more I listen to it? What does this have to do with the current Brunei national electorate?"

"There must be a relationship, but we can't see any relationship now."

"Cut, it's nothing to say."

"..."

Outside netizens are talking a lot about everything in the circus.

They could sense that something was wrong with the circus, but they didn't even notice what was wrong.

Guesses are just guesses after all, and facts require reliable evidence.

In the world of ghost stories.

At this time, on the high platform, the Brunei national selector was still afraid to move forward. Even if the other two teammates had steadily reached the halfway position of the steel rope, what he was thinking about now was not following them.

What he was thinking about was how to escape from here.

But obviously, it is almost impossible to escape in this situation.

Besides, where could he escape to?

He can't go anywhere until he clears the level.

"No, rule three says that you must maintain absolute composure when performing..."

"Yeah, yeah, now I need to stay calm."

The Brunei national candidate resisted looking down. He tried to look calm, but soon he found that he couldn't do it at all.

"Damn! How can I stay calm in this situation!"

On the high platform, any slight shaking can make Brunei national electors tremble with fear.

It's not that he doesn't want to perform this show well.

It's just that he was originally afraid of heights, and coupled with the constant threat of death, this suddenly posed a huge challenge to his courage.

"Hey, you want to stay there forever?"

"Looking at you, you seem to be scared...don't be scared, who hasn't had it for the first time..."

"Hahahaha, look at how timid you are, do you think you are a man..."

On the slightly swaying steel rope, the two teammates looked at the Brunei selector mockingly.

For them, walking a tightrope is as easy as eating and drinking.

Not only can they walk easily on the rope, they can even jump on it.

This is something that Brunei’s national electors cannot do.

But at this moment, the Brunei national candidate who had been holding on to the railing slowly stood up.

"I'm not called Hey! I'm not a coward either. If you can do it, I can do it too!"

The Brunei national elector glanced down at the high platform.

His eyes met with the Syrian candidate under the high platform.

"It's a gamble!" Brunei seemed to have made a difficult decision. He immediately stood on the tightrope with a sudden change of heart.

Standing on the rickety steel cable, although the Brunei national elector felt scared, the strange thing was that the steel cable was unusually stable.

The feeling of standing on the tightrope is the same as standing on the ground.

There isn't a huge difference between the two.

"I...I seem to understand, haha, I understand!"

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