Sowing Discord
Su Yu's words quieted the scene once more.
Qin Sha pursed his lips disdainfully.
For a moment just now, he had wanted Shen Wuxiao to stand up and tell everyone, "Everyone here is trash."
But he still did not do it. If they could avoid a major conflict, it was better not to stir one up.
If they really started fighting, Uncle Yan might not be able to beat them.
Then Qin Sha would get beaten up.
The scene fell silent.
Su Yu had still hoped everyone could chat and build some rapport, so that the road ahead would go more smoothly.
When things were difficult and dangerous, cohesion was extremely important.
If they themselves fell into chaos, each thinking of revenge and plotting against the others—
Then it would be better to disband sooner rather than later.
The bonfire burned brightly, and the scene was quiet. The flames crackled and popped as they burned.
Shen Wuxiao looked especially at ease, leaning against the rock wall and munching sunflower seeds.
He then took out a bag of potato chips and crunched away at them.
He just had to make some noise when they were already irritated.
Gu Moxiu was the most miserable one. He could not help looking at Shen Wuxiao, then lowering his head; after a while, he looked up again.
Shen Wuxiao naturally noticed. He had always possessed a skill called Sound Control. Although he had not used it in a long time, it was extremely useful for sowing discord.
Shen Wuxiao quietly locked onto Gu Moxiu.
When Gu Moxiu looked at him again, Shen Wuxiao decisively used Sound Control.
"Enough already! What are you eating for? Aren't you annoying? If you want to eat, go outside and eat!"
Shen Wuxiao entered the game himself, using