"Can I not ride the carousel? I want to watch you guys play," a middle-aged man said fearfully. "I have a feeling this carousel is dangerous."
Some hesitated, too afraid to get on the wooden horses, but Gou Wa's men forcibly drove them onto them.
Among the thirty-nine people, Gou Wa had brought seven exceptionally brawny men, firmly keeping control of the situation.
After sitting on the carousel, Qing Chen realized that the patterns on the horses were not all the same. Every other horse bore a different design.
The horse he sat on had lightning patterns on its hooves. The horse in front of him had cloud patterns, and the horse on the inner ring to his right also had cloud patterns.
The cloud-patterned and lightning-patterned horses alternated with each other, as if dividing their riders into two camps.
Qing Chen looked around and saw that Gou Wa and his people were all riding cloud-patterned horses.
Moreover, when Gou Wa's men shoved the "tourists" onto the horses, every tourist had been pushed onto a cloud-patterned horse. Only three new tourists had been muddleheadedly pushed onto lightning-patterned ones. This was no coincidence. They knew how to clear the first stage, so they also knew what would happen here and had deliberately chosen the same pattern.
Qing Chen silently got off his horse and switched to a cloud-patterned one.
Gou Wa glanced at him but said nothing.
After all three tourists had mounted the lightning-patterned horses.
A youthful girl's voice came from within the carousel, asking brightly:
"Conditions to activate the stage have been met. Is everyone ready? It's about to begin. Click, clack."
As clear gear-turning sounds rang out, machinery inside the carousel seemed to engage continuously.
In an instant, the horses' heads opened, revealing sword hilts within.
Qing Chen