Chapter 150: Pictionary

Wu Xian rubbed his hair.

He walked onto the stage with a bitter face.

Du E followed behind him with her head down, her steps small and dense, like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

Having watched the first three programs.

Both of them knew clearly that this program was not so easy to complete.

Situations like Wei Dian and Guan Daorong, where divine worship items or blessing abilities happened to come in handy, were lucky. It would be terrible if they encountered a scene where they couldn't use divine worship items at all.

After all, there were too many malevolent entities in this banquet hall.

Their only way to survive was to complete the program.

Trying to quit by force was absolutely impossible; that would only implicate other teammates.

Steward Hu saw the lot they were holding.

A strange laugh immediately appeared on his face.

"It's Pictionary. Among all the programs today, this one is considered the most watchable. Everyone is in for a treat."

As soon as he said this, the malevolent entities cheered.

None of the first three programs had resulted in deaths, so they must have thought this program would finally be a bloodbath, right?

Steward Hu clapped his hands.

Four items appeared at the feet of each of them: a mask with only two holes for the eyes, a rag, a white board 40 centimeters square, and a whiteboard marker. Between the two of them, there was also a digital clock for timing.

These items were different from the style of the banquet hall.

Perhaps it was because Steward Hu had gone to the human world and wreaked havoc, making his mindset a bit more modernized.

Steward Hu explained the rules of the program with a smile.

"This program is very simple."

"Both of you wear masks. One draws an idiom, and the other guesses it. Both sides take turns, and the program ends once ten idioms are guessed."

"There can only be drawings on the drawing board, no text allowed, not even foreign languages we don't understand. The idioms used cannot be repeated, and you cannot make them up."

"Before starting to draw, you must explain to the servant next to you what idiom you are going to draw. The person guessing must say the corresponding idiom loudly to count as a correct guess."

"There are three minutes for each round of guessing and drawing. If you don't guess or draw an idiom within three minutes, it counts as a failed performance for both of you."

Steward Hu finished speaking.

The malevolent entities below hissed.

Steward Hu had just said this program was interesting, but to the malevolent entities, this program neither bled nor screamed; just watching two humans guessing riddles with each other, what could be interesting about that?

It is no exaggeration to say that only half of the malevolent entities below barely understood the rules of the program.

As for the other half...

They were still trying to understand what an 'idiom' actually was.

Steward Hu laughed strangely: "Don't be in a hurry. I haven't finished stating the rules yet. There are five supplementary rules."

"First: Neither of you is allowed to speak."

"Second: Neither of you is allowed to have any aggressive behavior."

"Third: Neither of you is allowed to turn your head."

"Fourth: Both of you must operate within the light circle."

"Fifth: Only the person drawing can move; the person guessing must remain motionless."

The malevolent entities were still confused, some having already given up on trying to understand the rules, just staring blankly at the stage with both eyes.

But Wu Xian swallowed his saliva.

Many of the rules of the program were easy to understand. Not being allowed to speak was normal, and wearing masks was to prevent the two from communicating through expressions, which was also very normal.

But the four supplementary rules that followed seemed a bit bizarre.

Not allowed to attack meant there would be danger!

Not allowed to turn your head meant there might be something behind you!

What was the range, and why was the person guessing not allowed to move?

Not giving Wu Xian too much time to think.

Two Liu mansion servants walked over, leading Wu Xian and Du E to the designated positions, where the two stood facing each other at a distance of four meters.

Clap, clap!

Accompanied by Steward Hu's clapping, the lights in the entire banquet hall suddenly went out, and two beams of light shone down from the ceiling, exactly illuminating Wu Xian and Du E.

Du E's heart tightened immediately.

After the two beams of light shone down, all she could see was Wu Xian opposite her; the rest was just pitch black... no, not entirely pitch black, there were also the shining eyes of those demons and ghosts, pairs of bloodthirsty eyes staring fixedly at them.

Ding!

After the bell rang, the first round of timing began.

Wu Xian took the whiteboard first. He had a foundation in drawing, and although he didn't draw well, it was easy to draw the characteristics of things, so he wouldn't make people think wrongly easily.

Just when Steward Hu was explaining the rules, he had already thought about how to complete the idiom guessing game.

After whispering the four-character idiom to the Liu mansion servant next to him, Wu Xian wrote quickly and showed it to Du E immediately. The things on the whiteboard were:

'←, a bone, →, a plate.'

"East... Left, left bone, left and right looking (Looking left and right)!"

Du E only took a few seconds to say the idiom Wu Xian wrote.

At the same time, she also understood what Wu Xian wanted to express.

The most difficult part of this program was definitely not the idiom guessing itself.

Therefore, they had to minimize the time cost and understanding cost spent on guessing the idiom.

The idioms should be common ones, and the drawer should use symbols or small patterns to represent the four characters of the idiom, not considering the meaning of the idiom itself, but only seeking to match the four sounds quickly.

After Du E said the idiom, the time on the timer began to reset.

Du E drew in the same way:

'↑, five-pointed star, ↓, smiley face'

Wu Xian didn't need much effort to guess that the idiom was "those above set the tone, those below follow suit."

This showed that Du E understood Wu Xian's intention and was willing to cooperate with him.

Wu Xian was somewhat glad that the person cooperating with him was Du E. They were of similar age, and their brainwaves, knowledge level, and intelligence were all on the same page.

If the person cooperating with him was He Dama, or someone with a low level of education, just guessing the idiom itself in this program would have been fatal enough!

Ding, timer reset.

Two idioms had been completed. Up to this point, Wu Xian didn't feel anything difficult; they could guess an idiom in less than a minute, let alone three minutes.

Wu Xian leaned his mouth toward the Liu mansion servant.

Just as he was about to say the next idiom, his face suddenly changed, and his spine felt cold.

He actually saw that behind Du E, at some point, a bizarre human figure had appeared!

This figure was wearing a tattered robe, bald, hairless, and the exposed skin was earthy yellow, covered with suture marks. The corners of the mouth were split wide by nails, maintaining a bizarre smile, which made one feel phantom pain in the corners of the mouth just looking at it.

After this figure appeared.

Sounds of cheering suddenly appeared below.

Some of the malevolent entities whistled, some cackled strangely. Only now did they feel that this game was really starting to get interesting.

The four people who had already performed their programs wanted to remind them, but found that at some point, Steward Hu was already standing behind them, so they could only remain silent, not daring to give the slightest reminder.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 151 =====