After a few rounds, the drum went quieter and the rhythm slowed down, like it was going to stop.
The feeling was like waiting for the images on a slot machine to stop spinning, it was always full of anticipation.
The three actors had already adapted to the rhythm of the game, but unlike the Masked People, they still had kept the red flowers in their hands after the limited time had passed.
In this way, regardless of whether the Masked People continued to manipulate time, their strategy would be disrupted.
The volume and the frequency of the drumming began to drop, all signs of this round nearing its end.
When Qian Cangyi received the red flower, there was no sound of drums in the room anymore. So, without any hesitation, he rose his left hand and passed the still cold red flower to the Masked Man on his right with his right hand.
