The Living Worry About Hardship, the Dead Enjoy Peace

"Let them go," Chu Changge suddenly said from the side.

The number of lower-class people who advanced on the field determined whether Teacher Slaughter could successfully enter the second and third stages and continue hosting.

Only the top-ranked host would get to host the next two stages.

If all the contestants from Joyful Heaven Capital died, Teacher Slaughter would lose his chance to host the next two stages, so he wouldn't slaughter them all.

007 turned to look at Chu Changge. He was watching a hot-air balloon shaped like a dead fish. 007 remembered that someone had fallen from it not long ago.

"Did you notice the types of hot-air balloons in the plaza?" He turned his gaze back to 007.

"Types?" 007 looked up at the balloons, trying to figure out what he meant by "types."

They could be classified by size, color, or whether they were alive or dead. Some balloons even shared several of these traits.

There were simply too many ways to classify them, and she didn't know where to begin.

"There are two kinds," Chu Changge said from beside her. "Those with lookalikes and those without."

007 understood.

None of the balloons were exactly alike, but some belonged to the same type.

Earlier, a contestant had fallen from a bloodshot-eyeball balloon. Teacher Slaughter had ordered a camera drone to film it, but it had picked the wrong target. There were four eyeball balloons in the plaza, and although they differed in subtle ways, the drone had still gone to the wrong one.

"The host uses the stage-entry permit as the focal point, so he can't afford to miss a single detail. That means he must know which balloons contain real permits. That way, when someone is about to get one, he can spot it in