The five missions took eight minutes.
This was beyond Yang Noir's expectations. In order to survive, these people were very crazy.
Time continued.
The mission continued.
The sixth question.
[Nail removal: Use a pair of pliers to remove one of Zhou Yi's nails.]
Zhou Yi's face instantly tensed up, while Fan Lili's face darkened. Her cheeks were leaking when she spoke.
"Do you want to do it yourself or do we help you?”
Zhou Yi didn't say anything. His eyes were extremely cold and filled with a murderous aura.
Han Jindong did not speak or move. He stood at the side with a dazed expression.
"Hehe, I didn't see you being so cowardly when you carved words on my body and hit my face with a steel wire brush. Fine, my face is ruined anyway. I don't want to live anymore. It's up to me whether I want to do this quest or not. This is karma.”
"Damn it, you can shut up! I'll do it myself!" As Zhou Yi spoke, he walked over and picked up the pliers. He chose the pinky on his right hand. After all, the fingernail of the pinky was smaller, and his right hand was already crippled.
However, when he clamped his nails, a chill made him shiver.
He hesitated.
He didn't want to relive the pain of his palm being skinned.
Ten Fingers to the Heart!
The pain was probably too much!
Cold sweat instantly dripped down.
Han Jindong saw that he did not make a move for a long time, but time was passing by second by second. He was a little anxious.
"Brother Zhou, why don't I help you?"
Zhou Yi looked at him with a look of trust and handed him the pliers.
"Come on!"
Zhou Yi extended his right hand.
Han Jindong bit the tip of his nail with the pincer and grabbed Zhou Yi's arm from both sides. His right hand held the pincer, and a heavy force came from his arm.
"Ah!"
Zhou Yi screamed like a ghost, and tears fell.
Han Jindong ignored him and continued to exert strength. He saw that the area under his fingernails was already stained with blood. He could vaguely hear the sound of flesh and blood breaking and peeling. It gave people goosebumps.
"F * ck, this is so strong. It's like drinking a bottle of Erguotou!”
"These two fellows seem to have a special tacit understanding since they started talking. They seem to be especially considerate and concerned about each other!”
"This is called love comes from time, don't be gay!”
Zhou Yi let out a series of howls. His bloody fingernails slowly separated from his flesh, and thick blood dripped from his fingers.
" F * ck, f * ck, f * ck!!!"
"I won't let this go!"
"I will make you pay me back tenfold!"
Zhou Yi's entire face was twisted in pain. Tears flowed down her face as she trembled.
Then, the three of them looked at the big screen nervously. There were only two left. They nodded their heads and pressed the pushpins. No one wanted their names to appear.
The seventh question.
Pressing the pushpins: Pressing 30 pushpins on Han Jindong's face, displaying the word 'slut'.
"Clang!"
Han Jindong's heart trembled, and the pliers in his hand slipped to the ground.
"Jindong, I don't have to say anything more, right?" Zhou Yi smiled bitterly. Everyone is equally miserable. Accept your fate!"
" Come on, Brother Zhou. I can hold it in. We've survived the most difficult moments, haven't we…" Han Jindong's gaze became a little strange and excited.
"F * ck! The two of them had really kissed and produced sparks of love!”
"Are you f * cking saying sweet nothings? I'm so f * cking disgusted by all of you! You two damn perverts! Go to hell!"
Hundreds of thousands of netizens were disgusted. Even Fan Lili was disgusted.
"A true foundation in adversity?"
Fan Lili shook her head and felt like vomiting.
In fact, compared to pulling nails and slapping people, pressing pushpins was child's play. However, it was still very painful to press them in one by one.
"Ah! Ah!"
Han Jindong grimaced in pain, and his face twitched. Thirty pushpins formed two words: Bitch.
"There's only one left!" Zhou Yi exhaled and looked at the big screen.
The eighth question.
[Nodding hair: Set Fan Lili's hair on fire and burn it naturally. You can't cut it off and then light it.]
Women loved two things, their faces and their hair.
Fan Lili was the kind of person who valued her hair more than her life.
If anyone touched her hair, she would risk her life!
"None of you come over. You've already ruined my face. I won't allow you to ruin my long hair!”Fan Lili grabbed the fruit knife and started waving it.
Zhou Yi snorted and said," Fan Lili, as long as we can get out of here alive, your face is not a problem at all. It can definitely be cured, not to mention your hair. It can still grow back if it's burned. But what if we die?" Can he come back to life?"
" But..." Fan Lili had already broken down a long time ago. When Zhou Yi mentioned it, she was at a loss.
Zhou Yi stepped forward and said," As long as you do as I say, it will definitely not hurt you. It will just burn your head. If you don't cooperate, it might even burn your face. So for everyone, you know what to do, right?”
"Wow…"
Fan Lili put down the fruit knife and burst into tears again.
Zhou Yi immediately walked forward. Han Jindong also came over with a lighter. Then, Zhou Yi asked Fan Lili to lie on the table and let her long hair hang down.
"Point!"
"Pa da!"
The flame shot out and his long hair was instantly ignited.
It turned into a big fireball in an instant, heading straight for Fan Lili's head.
"Ah!"
Fan Lili screamed. It felt like wax was dripping on her scalp. When it hurt, she felt her entire head was hot and almost cooked.
In the blink of an eye, her beautiful long hair was burned away by the fire, turning her into a black bald head.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!"
Applause rang out as Yang Noir's cold and mocking voice rang out.
"Good revision. Congratulations on passing. The third key number has been displayed!”
The three of them looked at the big screen.
“6”
It was another 6, so he immediately filled it in.
"What about the fourth number?" Zhou Yi quickly asked.
" The last step is very simple," said Noel Yang." I've already sent the correct answer into the live broadcast room. At this moment, everyone watching the live broadcast knows the answer.”
As Yang Noir spoke, a line of words appeared in the live broadcast room: The fourth key number was 6.
"The fourth number is also a 6, so many 6s, streamer 666.”
"And then? What is the host trying to do?"
Yang Noel continued," The television screen will be showing the live broadcast soon. You can plead with everyone watching the live broadcast to tell you the correct answer. You have five minutes left. Let's start now!"”
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