Sang the Wrong Song

Wenren Sheng listened for a while. The eerie nursery rhyme had already counted to thirty-seven.

"Thirty-seven people, thirty-seven mouths, seventy eyes and one hundred twenty legs, splash splash splash splash..."

Outside, the people listening felt their hearts grow restless and their bodies heat up. Some wanted to return to their hotel rooms and turn on the air conditioning, only to discover that it could remove the heat from their skin but not the restlessness in their hearts.

What was more, the nursery rhyme contained many errors. It had miscounted in so many places.

Yet it was precisely this that made Wenren Sheng realize that something major might happen.

Zhao Han had become an Otherworldly User relatively recently. On top of needing to study, she had not been born into an Otherworldly User family. When facing such a bizarre Otherworldly Species directly, the predictive information she received was far from comprehensive.

He looked toward the room where his family was staying. No one moved.

After sensing their condition, he found that they were all doing fairly well and were not as agitated as those outside.

That was the difference between Ordinary People and Otherworldly Users—no, between Otherworldly Users with deep backgrounds.

There had been plenty of such disparities in his previous life, so he did not lament them, much less feel they were unfair.

All he could do was fulfill the responsibilities he ought to fulfill. He would not dwell on anything else or burden himself with it.

That was simply the kind of broad-minded person he was.

As midnight drew nearer, a fisherman finally jumped straight into the water.

With a splash, it seemed to signal the opening act.

Then more fishermen followed, taking the lead in jumping into the water.

"It feels so cool!" a young fisherman said happily.