Wan Lan knitted her brows, looking like an old person staring at a phone as she watched the Narrator rolling back and forth in utter madness, at a loss for words.
Then she looked at her teammates.
"Could this be... poisoning?"
Poison administered by Ye Buyu?
Was this the result of her saying she was going to poison someone?
That was a little too fast.
Someone in the front row gaped. "This is clearly possession. What kind of poison makes you act this bizarre and deranged?"
What the hell was Cucumber?
Several Narrators emerged from the [Withered Glory Theatre] and took Number Nine away, with Number Eight taking over.
Spinning the microphone with nimble fingers, Number Eight raised the corners of his mouth in a comically exaggerated smile and extended his left hand toward the crowd, shouting in invitation.
"At present, the only ones who can ignore the boundaries of the [Withered Glory Theatre] and throw weapons inside are our beloved Hall of Fame Leading Actors. Come on out, Hold Up the Heavens!"
"Clang~"
Number Eight looked down. A grenade rolled up to his feet from behind.
"Huh?"
Wasn't that coming from the wrong direction? Shouldn't it have been thrown from the crowd? Why had it come from behind?
Before he could think it through, the grenade at his feet split into a brilliant grin like a nasty child, so brilliant it was blinding.
"Boom!"
The explosion came right on cue, sending billowing dust into the air with its roar.
The people in the front row retreated several meters in unison, raising their hands to block the blast, only to discover there was no need.
Like waves meeting a reef, the blast seemed to be confined to another space. Not the slightest trace of energy escaped.
Everyone swallowed and stared