Yue Yun didn’t speak. He knew that Wen Xishu’s words meant he already had a way to ensure the first jar he opened would be good.
So confident? So sure of his luck? How was he going to do it?
Yue Yun didn’t believe that with Wen Xishu around, he, Nissen, or Xiaojin could have any standout performance.
But at least, at least like Zheng Zai, he could learn some tricks.
It was indeed difficult for Yue Yun here.
Because Wen Xishu’s methods weren’t something you could figure out by thinking; they were like "cheating."
Wen Xishu had already thought of how to solve the problem of the first jar.
Lang Haidu also pointed out the biggest issue:
"Mr. Wen, I know your abilities are strong, but... what if you open the jar, and it’s a bad result? You are... you are the hero of the bunker. If we let you do it, will it lead to..."
Lang Haidu, being a businessman, was good with his words. He didn’t spell it out and shifted the topic:
"Or have you actually found some kind of pattern?"
Of course, everyone wanted to know that pattern, hoping Wen Xishu would reveal it.
But Wen Xishu was unceremonious here:
"There’s no pattern with the current information. If it’s a bad result, I can rely on my Anti-Magic Value to tough it out."
"Let’s go. We need to gather everyone."
No one objected. Wen Xishu opening the first jar and taking the first risk would indeed be beneficial to breaking the deadlock if it succeeded.
No one else dared to do it.
...
...
Unknown level, mysterious underground, the hall.
Everyone was gathered again. It was evident that some were starting to feel hungry and thirsty.
Among the people in the crowd, some were rubbing their stomachs, while others were occasionally licking their dry, cracked lips.
And this was only the first day.
Wen Xishu began to explain the results of the earlier discussion.
"The outcome of opening the jars, the result of getting bad stuff, everyone knows it."
"I’ll demonstrate the result of getting good stuff."
"If I get bad stuff, resulting in my death, then Zheng Zai will lead everyone."
Wen Xishu pointed to the iron mask beside him.
Zheng Zai was shocked, a little panicked.
Ah Miao widened her eyes. Ah Shu chose this big dummy?
She realized Zheng Zai might indeed have some tricks.
Wen Xishu continued:
"If I get good stuff, it belongs to me. This is one of our established rules."
"A kind of encouragement for everyone to open jars."
"Of course, you can choose to sell the stuff to trade for what you want. Just like in the bunker, now, we are a small ’society,’ and just like the big society, every status must be fought for with your life."
"Then, life and death are up to fate. Everyone must understand one thing: no one is obliged to save you, but we are trying to save you."
"So if you want to survive, you must follow the rules we set. After I lead by example, each group must send a few people to open the jars next."
"As for how each group arranges the jar opening, whether it’s orderly turns, random draws, or votes, I don’t care."
"But if someone refuses, they will be the enemy of all of us. Agreed?"
The horrific scenes after opening jars were still vivid in everyone’s mind.
Everyone was terrified, and Wen Xishu’s words were clear, leaving no room for refusal.
Not opening might mean death by tomorrow morning, but opening might bring good stuff.
Under this logic, there was almost unanimous agreement.
Everyone acknowledged Wen Xishu’s handling of the situation.
However, if Wen Xishu died, it was conceivable that this method would be highly questioned the next second.
Zheng Zai was already starting to panic.
If Wen Younger Brother died...what would I do? Could I replace Wen Younger Brother? I can’t handle it! Can’t handle it at all!
Ah Miao looked at Zheng Zai and found it funny. Although Zheng Zai’s face was covered by an iron mask, Ah Miao could still see the panic in his eyes.
"My lord will be fine. What are you thinking? You are not devout at all."
Ah Miao softly comforted him, slightly tilting her head towards Zheng Zai and speaking in a voice only he could hear.
Zheng Zai immediately stood at attention.
Yes, what was I thinking? How could Wen Younger Brother have a problem? That’s Wen Younger Brother!
Thinking this way, Zheng Zai felt much better.
Soon, the center of the hall was cleared.
Wen Xishu found four helpers—one from each group.
Among them was Ayoovic, whom Wen Xishu saw as the first to open a jar but didn’t die, instead switching sides.
Wen Xishu said:
"Can you four give your suggestions? I’m someone who believes in mysticism. I think you four have the appearance of long-life people. Your opinions could help me find the right answer."
As soon as he said this, Ling Fu squinted his eyes.
Ling Fu thought Wen Xishu might have found a target but was reluctant to find this target directly, fearing the target’s wariness.
So he found three others to pad the numbers.
This was Ling Fu’s first reaction. Just like Wen Xishu believed in his guess, Ling Fu also believed in his own guess.
However, Ling Fu couldn’t find...among the people Wen Xishu selected, what was special about them.
Ayoovic, Lampard, Chen Wentong, Yibo’er.
These four people were ordinary, their actions normal, showing no signs of anything unusual.