"What does 'waiting by a tree stump for a hare' mean?"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked curiously, leaving Chen Changan somewhat exasperated.
Damn it!
What kind of level was this place at?
They didn't even know what "waiting by a tree stump for a hare" meant?
"I know. He's calling us pigs."
"I can understand him calling us pigs, but why's he calling himself a rabbit?"
"I don't think that's right. Let's analyze it word by word. Look, 'waiting by a tree stump for a hare'—first, 'waiting' means to stay there or guard something."
"So we..."
"Everyone shut up."
"Did I ask you to break down the phrase for me?"
"Answer my question from before."
Chen Changan cut off the crowd as they started discussing. It was terrifying how ignorant they were, yet they sure could make a racket.
"I don't know. I saw everyone staying here, so I stayed too."
"I... I heard someone say it might be dangerous inside, and that even if we went in, we might not find anything. So it was better to stay here and wait for news. That's why I stayed."
"I heard a lot of people went in, but very few came out, so I didn't dare go in."
"I saw there were lots of people here. It felt safer, so I didn't go in."
"I..."
Their reasons were all over the place, but most boiled down to one thing: they were afraid to die and didn't dare go in. Some had simply followed the crowd.
"Enough. All of you, be quiet."
"I can tell you this for certain: I don't know whether there are Promotion Beads inside, but it's definitely extremely dangerous."
"Those who went in and never came back are already dead in there. Their corpses are scattered everywhere."