An amusement park should have been a place for happiness.
At the very least, Qing Chen had been very happy when his kayak ran over Buddha Lord's face. As for whether Buddha Lord had been happy, he had no idea.
To be honest, although the tide was magnificent, it was not like a flash flood, mixed with trees, power lines, and sharp debris. So even if someone was swept into it, as long as they were not struck by a kayak paddle, they still had a chance of surviving.
Buddha Lord's misfortune was that he had run into Qing Chen.
At this moment, Qing Chen sat in the kayak and drifted downstream with Gou Wa and the others. Buddha Lord had long since disappeared somewhere.
The surging tide carried the kayak along, wave after wave. Without the kayak, they would probably have been tossed about in the terrifying tide until they drowned. Yet Qing Chen, seated in the kayak, still had the energy to contemplate the amusement park's underlying design. It was like how top students, while reviewing for their final year of high school, might even investigate who was leading that year's exam-setting committee.
They did that to infer what types of questions might appear that year, and what kinds of traps might be hidden in them, based on the categories of questions the person had set in previous years and the ways they had laid traps. The amusement park was the same. Ren Xiaoli, Qing Qi, Li Shentan, Yan Liuyuan, and others had built it, but one of them had to be the main designer. Qing Chen believed the primary person in charge had been Qing Qi, an ancestor of the Qing family, while the secondary person in charge had been Li Shentan, the Demon Whisperer.
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