Wang Yijia picked up the cup from box number one and chugged it down. The next second, he spat it out, "Ugh, so salty!"
Wang Xiang glanced at the cup in Wang Yijia's hand and announced, "Congratulations to Wang Yijia for gaining ownership of the treehouse floor."
Although Wang Yijia was utterly disgusted by the saltwater, he was clearly very satisfied with the result, his lips almost unable to suppress his smile.
"Damn it!" Mu Li couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that kid to be so lucky; he actually dodged it."
While everyone was still marveling at Wang Yijia's good fortune, Chichi was already preparing the next victim: "You, yes, Deng Fei, Fei Ge, it's you."
Deng Fei's eyes widened, "Why me? Why is it me? Now there's only a 50% chance."
Chichi blinked, feigning an innocent and bewildered look, and said, "What else did you think? Why else would I pick you?"
"You're holding a grudge!" Deng Fei roared.
But Chichi didn't even look at him, casually saying, "Hurry up, don't waste everyone's sleeping time."
Deng Fei instinctively sought help from the others, but he clearly underestimated the ugliness of human nature, or rather, the ugliness of human nature in "Wu Ha."
The other few people kept urging him on, clearly ready to watch a good show.
"You'll regret this!" Deng Fei declared his final statement, taking a few steps to the table.
Five minutes later, Deng Fei was still staring at the remaining cups from numbers 2-7.
Chichi was starting to get impatient: "Director Wang, can he just keep looking and looking, and not choose? Should we go to sleep first?"
Wang Xiang also said helplessly, "Please make your choice within 10 seconds, otherwise the selection will default to ascending order."
"10, 9, 8…" As Wang Xiang began to count down, Deng Fei clearly panicked: "Wait, Director Wang, I'll be right there…"
Wang Xiang didn't even bother to respond to Deng Fei: "5, 4, 3…"
"Wait, I've already chosen!" Deng Fei immediately picked up cup number six.
Due to the lighting, the liquid in the cup had no discernible color. Deng Fei swallowed, closed his eyes, and quickly poured the drink down his throat.
Five seconds later, Deng Fei opened his eyes, a look of surprise and delight in them: "Huh? I'm fine?"
Everyone gasped, while Deng Fei immediately began to dance.
The production team also cooperatively played music, which was Deng Fei's famous work – "Invincible."
Accompanied by Deng Fei's incredibly smug expression, his seductive hip-shaking dance, and the perfectly timed music, at this moment, Deng Fei felt like he was about to fly.
"How lonely, how lonely is being invincible…" Even Wang Xiang didn't want to announce it anymore, and simply urged, "Next, next."
As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions changed.
Of the remaining five options, three were herbal teas.
Wang Qin said with a mournful face, "Brother, don't pick me. I don't care about not sleeping in the first half of the night; the main thing is I don't want to drink herbal tea…"
Even Chichi himself couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Besides Mu Li, he was the only one present who had tasted that herbal tea.
He had a deep impression of the taste of that herbal tea… huh? He actually had no impression?
Chichi began to frantically recall the taste of that herbal tea, but the taste of the herbal tea seemed to have disappeared from his memory.
No matter how he tried to remember, he only recalled taking a sip of the herbal tea, then everything went black, and he remembered nothing else.
It is well known that once a person experiences a stimulus far beyond their tolerance in a short period of time, the brain will activate a protective mechanism – forgetting.
Therefore, many people who have been in car accidents, or who have experienced a great shock like the death of a loved one, will experience temporary amnesia.
Clearly, Mu Li's herbal tea had this effect.
To protect Chichi's body, Chichi's brain directly chose to block that extremely painful memory.
However, although that memory could not be recalled, it had not completely disappeared; it was merely hidden in Chichi's subconscious.
This is why he only knew the horror contained in that herbal tea but had forgotten its taste.
And as for this herbal tea 2.0 version, Chichi didn't even need to think; this kind of herbal tea would only make people feel even more pain.
Chichi quickly calculated in his mind: "The chance of not drinking the herbal tea now is only 40%. This probability is too small. I cannot take such a risk."
Chichi quickly observed the remaining four people, and finally tentatively asked, "Big brother? Can you do it?"
Fan Yizhi took a deep breath, pretending to be nonchalant: "I don't care, it's just herbal tea, isn't it? I used to drink it often when I was in Yangcheng…"
"Big brother, it's all up to you!" Chichi patted Fan Yizhi's shoulder and said solemnly.
Fan Yizhi was not a hesitant person; he directly chose number five, picked up the cup, and chugged it down.
"Huh? It has no taste," Fan Yizhi said with some surprise.
However, when the remaining four saw Fan Yizhi's expression, they instantly despaired.
"No! Don't!" Chichi was the most distraught one.
The other three had ashen faces at this moment, especially Mu Li. He knew the herbal tea he made himself.
It was a taste that even he himself couldn't bear.
"No, there's still one last hope," Peng Xiaochang muttered as if possessed.
"That's right, there's still one hope!" Wang Qin's eyes were also filled with light.
A one-in-four chance was simply too low.
Chichi absolutely could not gamble on such a probability.
"Peng Peng, it's up to you," Chichi finally made his choice.
Peng Xiaochang smiled; he seemed to have accepted his fate.
"It's over, it's over, this kid has gone crazy," Fan Yizhi couldn't help but complain, "Look at your production team, you've turned a perfectly good kid into this…"
Peng Xiaochang, as if controlled by something, walked to the table, picked up the seventh cup of drink, and drank it in one gulp.
The entire process was swift and decisive.
Then, Peng Xiaochang suddenly collapsed to the ground, his whole body began to convulse, and foam appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Everyone was startled. Chichi immediately walked to Peng Xiaochang, and just as he was about to speak, Peng Xiaochang suddenly flipped over, knelt on the beach, and tried to vomit.
However, he dry-heaved for a long time but never spat out any mosaic.
The others could only stare wide-eyed at Peng Xiaochang's actions.
The next second, Peng Xiaochang stopped dry-heaving and began to clutch his throat, rolling on the ground, constantly shouting, "Water, water…"
Chichi quickly handed him a bottle of water. Peng Xiaochang grabbed the bottle and chugged the entire bottle of water.
As he guzzled down the bottle of water, Peng Xiaochang's complexion gradually relaxed, but when the water was gone, in less than a second, Peng Xiaochang's pupils suddenly dilated, his entire body became incredibly stiff.
He clutched his own throat with both hands, as if trying to say something, but couldn't.
This action lasted less than five seconds. Just as Chichi was about to step forward to ask, Peng Xiaochang suddenly softened like a puddle of mud, slowly lay on the ground, looking expressionlessly at the sky, tears silently streaming from the corners of his eyes.
The tears flowed more and more, like a faucet that had been turned on, gushing out continuously.