All he could provide were his own suggestions.
Jing Huashui understood this clearly. She nodded without saying much. At this point, speaking more was useless, unless she wanted to make herself feel foolish by deciding to give up next time the red flower was passed to her, directly handing out the red flower without raising her left hand.
Thus, the red flower was passed around for three rounds, and the drumbeat did not stop.
This supported Qian Cangyi's previous observation, which had thwarted the masked people's plan. At least for the time being, their strategy to precisely time the murder of the actors was thwarted.
After several more rounds, a masked person was devoured by the red flower. This time, Jing Huashui survived, without any unexpected incidents along the way.
"This is the normal situation." Lan Xing said joyfully.
"There are still five masked people left." Mo Ran glanced around.
