"Does this bamboo slip of mine count?"
Ai Xuyue looked at the bamboo slip, more than half of it burned away, and asked anxiously.
"Why not go pick another one from the furnace?"
Sannomiya Airi thought Ai Xuyue was being ridiculous. At a time like this, she was still worrying about something like that? Of course she should grab another one to be safe. She could even snatch someone else's.
Don't forget, you're Lin Baici's Team Member. Forget those no-name weaklings—even Kurita Isao wouldn't dare scold you.
"Oh, right!"
Ai Xuyue hurried over to the furnace, ready to get another one.
Clap, clap, clap!
The King applauded.
Everyone immediately turned to look at him. The fear on their faces faded when they saw his broad smile.
"That means we've passed, right?"
"He smiled. He must be satisfied with the result, right?"
"Bless us, Buddha!"
They muttered among themselves, like death-row prisoners kneeling at the execution ground, waiting for the emperor's pardon.
The furnace flames roared to life again, continuing to roast Marquis Changxin's charred corpse.
The stench of burning fat filled the air.
But no one paid any more attention to the fire. They had all followed Lin Baici's instructions and obtained seven bamboo slips.
"Come, drink!"
The King picked up the Bronze Wine Vessel and took a sip.
The concubine beside him remained kneeling where she was, pouring wine for him. She trembled like a quail.
"Oh yeah, it's over!"
Xia Hongyao was delighted. "Let's go back and drink!"
"As expected of my Lin Jun!"
Sannomiya Airi hugged one of Lin Baici's arms, humming a little tune.
"The kid guessed right again?"
Kurita Isao let out a sigh of relief, then marveled at Lin Baici's performance. He was just too good.
"Lin God, well done!"
Wang Helin patted Lin