The onlookers had all been watching the decidedly unusual Hero Xie, but those with sharp eyes noticed something happening beside him.
Seated there, Zhang Huaiyu looked increasingly dazed, his gaze fixed on a spot in front of him.
He raised his right hand several times, then lowered it again, but eventually reached beyond the edge of the Echo Drum and gently stroked that invisible cheek.
But clearly, attachments were all illusions. He had only seen through it, not broken it, and the phantom had no substance to the touch.
Zhang Huaiyu came awake as if from a dream and glanced around. Seeing the other four still struggling to hold on, he could not help looking embarrassed.
"Looks like I really am a lecher... Huh?!"
Discovering Xie Jinhuan staring at him from across the way with bitter hatred, as though he wanted to hack someone apart, Zhang Huaiyu jumped.
"Young Master Xie, what's wrong?"
The beautiful woman working her mischief hastily explained:
"Young Master Xie is too upright at heart. He may have seen a monster."
"Oh? Really?"
Zhang Huaiyu was stunned. Finding that nobody was paying attention to him, he hurriedly stood and withdrew to the side to watch.
Nobody had expected Zhang Huaiyu to be the first eliminated, but they really had no attention to spare for him now and simply kept watching Xie Jinhuan.
And right now, Xie Jinhuan was suffering far more than the spectators imagined.
Watching Chief Steward Hou lying on the ground with his backside pointed at him, frantically shaking his hips, Xie Jinhuan was on the verge of losing his mind.
He even wanted to beg Ghost Wife for mercy and have her switch back to the honey trap. He would accept social death.
He only wanted to earn a little money, or at