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There were no accidents in the trapeze today. After several actors left the stage, the high stage was quickly removed and replaced with the arrangement needed for Ye Yishuang's show.

The thin wooden plank across the stage is set on the pit covered with steel nails, and a big red and white ball is firmly placed on one end of the wooden plank.

Ye Yishuang took a deep breath, exchanging all the air in his body, muttering something in his mouth, and walked onto the stage step by step.

The curtain was raised, and the mechanical applause sounded lively and noisy, and after a short roar, there was a long silence.

All the faces in the auditorium were staring at the people on the stage, but Ye Yishuang seemed to feel countless malicious eyes staring at her, which made her hair stand on end.

In the huge space, she could only hear her own heartbeat, sonorous and powerful, trembling and contracting.

It's okay, I've practiced many times, it will definitely work.

She tried her best not to look under the stage, nor to look at the steel nails on both sides. She focused all her attention on the ball under her feet, put one foot up, then slowly squatted down, and put the other foot up after keeping her center of gravity.

Hold on, it's fine, don't panic.

Ye Yishuang straightened up slowly, with his hands outstretched to maintain balance, his body swayed slightly with the ball, but quickly maintained the movement.

The surrounding area was quiet, and the people watching in the background were also quiet. Somehow, they were more nervous than watching Cui Ziyuan's high-altitude tightrope walk just now, and they were all sweating.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Yishuang stepped on the ball and moved slowly.

At first, he was a bit at a loss, but after walking about one meter, Ye Yishuang's condition gradually improved.

Her forward speed was obviously much faster, but when she was about to reach the center of the board, her rhythm was wrong, her steps were chaotic, and she panicked again.

"Hey...hey! Hold you...I'll go! Ah, ah...ah——"

Ye Yishuang screamed, and even dribbled the ball and fell into the pit on the left.

Backstage Lulu also screamed and covered her eyes.

The field built on the stage was relatively high. Looking at it from Luo Feifei's perspective, they could only see the ball being pushed against the pit by steel thorns, and the tips of a few thorns standing in their field of vision were pierced by blood and covered with fresh paint. the red.

After Ye Yishuang fell down, she made no sound, and after a while, she appeared in the background out of nowhere with a mournful face.

"...can I say that I'm dead, can I stop going up?" She stood at the door leading to the stage, her face full of despair, "This is the only life I have left..."

"If you can't complete the task, you will be eliminated." Luo Feifei didn't know whether to comfort him or poke him with a knife, "Come on, people are mortal."

"..." Ye Yishuang looked back at him in pain, and after ten seconds, he closed his eyes and turned his attention, and stepped onto the stage again.

"Hi everyone, just let us pay a moment of silence for the unfortunate experience of the performer just now. I am her twin sister Ye Xiaoshuang."

When he was nervous, he wanted to do something to distract his attention. Ye Yishuang acted in a low voice and stepped on the ball: "I will complete this performance in place of my poor sister."

The shadow brought by the moment of death still hangs over the head. It is too embarrassing to let go of the same place in such a short time.

Ye Yishuang tried his best to ignore the blood stains visible to the naked eye on the steel thorns next to him, built his mind well, and set off again.

This time, he played steadily all the way, not rushing or impatient, carefully rolling towards the opposite side at a uniform speed.

When the person rolled past with the ball, the suspended plank trembled, looking like it was about to break off from the middle at any time.

Wait, suspended planks?

It was only then that Luo Feifei noticed that there was no support under this thin and slender board except for the two ends.

He wanted to remind Ye Yishuang to be careful, but firstly, it was useless to be careful now, and secondly, he was afraid that he would scare her by shouting out suddenly and disrupt her rhythm directly.

But just two seconds after he realized the danger, everyone heard the cracking sound from the quiet stage.

"Crack-"

"what……"

Before Ye Yishuang realized what was going on, his body had already dropped the ball as the board broke. The ball went to the left and the person to the right fell into the pit.

The steel thorn pierced her throat, and she could no longer make a sound.

The scene was extremely quiet for a long time, and even the breathing of the people next to him could not be heard.

The head of the group didn't know what he said in front of the stage, but the audience applauded vigorously again, like irony.

Luo Feifei sighed softly next to Qi Yu, with a bit of regret for the death of a rabbit and a fox.

The backs of their hands were touching, Qi Yu moved his fingers, gently held Luo Feifei's hand, and squeezed.

The stage props were removed along with Ye Yishuang's body, Yuan Zhiming and Lulu were the next ones to take the stage.

Yuan Zhiming didn't speak again until he took the stage. He had just eliminated someone, which undoubtedly put him under a lot of pressure.

Fortunately, his program does not necessarily require him to "live" to complete.

As long as he is alive when he appears in front of the audience again.

With the determination to die, Yuan Zhiming habitually pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and followed Lulu on the stage after the leader introduced the program.

The cabinet was white, and if the blood left marks on the cabinet along the sword, it would be quite eye-catching.

During practice, he was poked countless times with a wooden stick, and now seeing the real sword, Yuan Zhiming felt that all the parts of his body that had been poked were aching.

"Be merciful." He whispered to Lulu, curling his lower lip, "Poke slowly, and don't poke me into a hedgehog."

Lulu nodded seriously.

Even though Yuan Zhiming didn't make any sense until her nod, I don't know how many times he had communicated with her before, but she acted as if she couldn't understand human words, so she should still poke.

Yuan Zhiming walked into the cabinet and closed the door.

Lulu picked up the swords that were shining with cold light one after another, and stabbed them in from all angles with smooth movements, so fast and ruthless.

At first, Yuan Zhiming could still be heard inside, but after about half of the sword went in, there was no sound.

Watching this performance made Luo Feifei feel heartache, Cui Ziyuan grinned and gasped continuously, making his front teeth feel cold.

"Is this girl from the circus?" Cui Ziyuan leaned over and asked Luo Feifei in a low voice.

Qi Yu also stuck to Luo Feifei on the other side and said, "Have you found a chance to end?"

Luo Feifei was sandwiched between the two, looking ahead with complicated emotions.

In the final analysis, he was the one who saved this suspected traitor... No, it can't be counted as a rescue, it was because he was trapped and he didn't get rid of it immediately.

Oh, how good it was to throw her to the lion at that time.

Luo Feifei silently recited a Buddhist gatha in his heart.

After stabbing all the swords, Lulu pulled them out one by one.

From such a distance, Luo Feifei and the others could see that half of the swords were stained with blood. Lulu cried when she pulled out a bloody sword, and finally squatted on the ground trembling after pulling out all the swords.

After three seconds of silence, the cabinet door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

Yuan Zhiming's shiny leather shoes, which were incompatible with the blood stains, stepped into the pool of blood, and gave a "tsk" with some disgust, then didn't look at Lulu who was squatting on the ground crying, slammed the door behind him, straightened his clothes and walked backstage .

When he came back, he pushed his glasses again, walking with wind, relaxed and joyful like relief.

It wasn't until the curtain came down and the venue was cleaned up that Lulu stood up from the stage sobbing, returned to the backstage and watched Yuan Zhiming bewildered, and finally shrank to the corner by herself.

It also looked pitiful.

But at the moment, no one wants to talk to her, and no one has the heart to talk to her.

"Amazing, glasses boy." Cui Ziyuan smiled in shock, and pushed him, "How did you survive being poked so many swords?"

"...My name is Yuan Zhiming." Yuan Zhiming corrected Cui Ziyuan's unqualified nickname, "Guess."

"I guess..." Cui Ziyuan looked at him up and down, "Oh, that's not right, you haven't even torn your clothes, you... oh!"

He suddenly realized, and suddenly felt that it was meaningless.

Co-authoring means being stabbed to death inside, and then resurrected on the spot after the sword is pulled out, as if he had never died.

Tsk, it really hurts, it must be more painful and terrifying than falling directly to death... Cui Ziyuan rubbed his arms, imagining the feeling of being stabbed to death by a sword in a dark space, and took a breath.

Before the breath was exhausted, Luo Feifei and Qi Yu moved their arms and legs that had been standing for a long time, and dragged out the lion prop from a corner of the backstage, ready to go on stage.

The chill in Cui Ziyuan's stomach turned into worry in an instant: "Brother and sister-in-law, you...come on."

Qi Yu just stretched his legs into the lion's front legs, stared in disbelief, and laughed, "What do you care about me?"

"Do you have any comments?" Luo Feifei cast admiring glances at Cui Ziyuan while wearing a lion skin, "Yangyang is so good, big brother didn't love you for nothing."

Cui Ziyuan chuckled.

Qi Yu turned around and pinched Luo Feifei's waist, and leaned closer to his ear with a low smile: "Wait outside, I want you to see who is brother and who is sister-in-law."

Luo Feifei followed his example and raised his lips and smiled: "Don't make such dangerous remarks, Young Master Qi."

As he said that, he pinched Qi Yu's buttocks gently, and whispered in his ear: "Later, I will be behind you."

Qi Yu was shocked.

The expression on his face can probably be interpreted as: Long time no see, our family Luo Luo will play hooligans on me? ? ?

"Don't, don't, I was wrong." Qi Yu pretended to beg for mercy with a smile, "Don't be on the stage, the influence is too bad."

"Hey, why are you so dirty in your thinking?" Luo Feifei pouted.

When the two of them communicated, they were very close and their voices were not loud. However, in a quiet and not spacious space, people around could still hear this level of whispering.

Especially the two people who were whispering did not lower their voices very low, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

The innocent Cui Ziyuan blushed half upon hearing this, and turned his head to stare blankly at the little monkey who was already dressed and standing on the stage waving a whip.

Yuan Zhiming held back for a while, but couldn't bear it anymore and said: "I beg you to go up quickly, don't blink my eyes anymore, okay? Think about the feelings of the people who just escaped from death."

The two glanced at Yuan Zhiming, then looked at each other and smiled.

Qi Yu hugged the lion headgear, Luo Feifei followed behind him, walked to the door and looked at the impatient little monkey and the lit fire ring on the stage.

Qi Yu raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Cui Ziyuan, put on his hood and said sullenly, "Don't worry."

Luo Feifei, who was already bored in the props, also said confidently: "Well, your brother and sister-in-law have a lot of lives."

Cui Ziyuan made way for them, and smiled far-fetchedly: "If you have too many lives, you can't use them indiscriminately, it hurts so much..."

It was clearly a shoddy fake lion, and it was a little more realistic than the cartoon version, but now Cui Ziyuan felt that its thick mane gave it the illusion of majesty.