Li Qingxian pondered inwardly. A new game appearing just as the Fate Star was about to fall could not possibly be a good thing.
Everyone looked toward the three intersections. Soon, seven children clad in blue-black cloth garments emerged from the southern road.
The child at the very front stepped forward. The second child rested both hands on the first child's shoulders, the third child rested both hands on the second child's shoulders, and so on down the line.
The six children behind them had no heads on their necks—only cabbages.
Where the cabbage roots met their necks were three rings of bloody scars.
The first child's head was normal rather than a cabbage. He wore blue-black cloth garments, with white cloth wrapped around the top of his head. Yet his face was nothing like a child's tender, smooth face. It was incomparably aged, crisscrossed with wrinkles, as though an old man's face had grown upon a child's body.
The seven children sang in unison, "Chop, chop, chop cabbages. Cabbages grow round little heads. Children, come and take one chop, tomorrow they'll be sold at the market."
Though it was only an ordinary nursery rhyme, everyone felt a deep chill and turned to look at Li Qingxian.
Li Qingxian looked at the child in front. That child with the aged face and muddy yellow eyes smiled merrily back at him.
The heads of the six Cabbage Children behind him slowly blossomed open. Foul blood trickled from between the gaps in the cabbage leaves, flowing down their necks and across their bodies, leaving a long bloodstain behind the procession.
"Does anyone know how this game is played?" someone asked through a Voice Transmission Talisman.
Wang Buwu explained, "The Cabbage-Chopping Game was originally very simple, without any competitive element. One person pretended