The moment the countdown began, Tan Xiao could not help but swear.
Zhang Hua quietly observed Shen Mo and Tan Xiao before climbing back into the shell without a word.
Out of 19 people, no one died in the second round.
Now, as the third round was about to start, only Shen Mo and Tan Xiao were brave enough to risk their lives; the rest of them were hiding in their shells—
They all knew very well that if they could not find the golden ball, they would remain trapped here, even if they weren't eaten by frogs.
Everyone knew this.
And yet not one dared to come out!
An old man with white temples tumbled out of the shell, his small body landing in the mud, his mouth full of foul-smelling sludge!
He coughed violently, once again imploring the others: "Don't give up! Cough, cough!... We have 19 people. If each person searches one hole, that's 19 holes. The probability of finding the golden ball is very high! Cough, cough, cough!"
