Flood Control Memorial Square.

After the triplets appeared, a pale red hemispherical halo, about thirty or forty meters in diameter, appeared centered on them. It was almost transparent, like a large bowl placed upside down on the ground.

Everyone understood that this was a mysterious realm.

One of the triplets, Xiao Gui, ran up to Xia Tianqiong with a bouncy gait, his bald little head held high and a cute smile on his face.

"Big brother, play a game with us!"

The child's voice was tender, clear, and pleasant to hear.

Meanwhile, the other two of the triplets ran into the crowd and asked the same question.

"Uncle, Auntie, please play a game with us!"

These are death rules; if you don't agree, you'll be killed on the spot.

Although those people were terrified and extremely unwilling, they had no choice but to agree.

Before long, the three little devils brought forty or fifty people.

Everyone was invited into the ghost realm and, as Little Ghost instructed, squatted on the ground, forming a large circle.

"Is everyone ready?"

The triplets, nicknamed "Little Ghosts," stood outside the circle and spoke in unison.

As everyone looked over, they saw that each of them had a red silk handkerchief in its hand, and then they started running around the perimeter of the circle.

Their faces were beaming with smiles as they ran and sang cheerful nursery rhymes.

"Drop, drop, drop the handkerchief, gently place it behind the child, everyone don't tell him, hurry up and catch him..."

Everyone looked at each other in confusion; it turned out to be a game of dropping the handkerchief!

Almost everyone knows this game and how to play it.

The normal way to play is for one person to walk outside the circle and secretly drop a handkerchief behind someone else. The person whose handkerchief was dropped has to pick it up and chase after them.

The person who drops the handkerchief has to run outside the circle and sit down in the spot where the person who dropped the handkerchief was. That's how they win. If they're caught, they have to perform a talent. If the person who dropped the handkerchief isn't caught, they become the next person to drop it.

This is the normal way to play, but it's clearly not normal now.

The three little ghosts each have a handkerchief. Is it a three-on-three grabbing game, or a one-on-three grabbing game, or is there some special way to play?

Everyone present was filled with speculation and doubt.

"Drop, drop, drop the handkerchief..."

The three little ghosts were singing very happily when everyone suddenly realized that the handkerchiefs in their hands had disappeared.

Everyone immediately turned around and looked behind them.

"Damn it, how could it be me!"

A chubby young man let out a wail, quickly picked up the red handkerchief, and stood up to chase after him.

When everyone looked over, they found that this guy was 1.8 meters tall and his waist was probably 1.8 meters as well.

She had a round belly, like she was ten months pregnant.

"Come and chase me!"

The three little ghosts ran ahead, occasionally turning back to make funny faces.

To be honest, the three of them weren't very fast runners, only slightly faster than average children. If a normal person ran at full speed, it wouldn't be difficult to catch up with them.

But the young man was too fat; his belly jiggled as he ran, and even a small ghost couldn't catch up with him.

The game ends when one of the little ghosts runs around and stands back in its original spot.

Suddenly, the cute smiles on the faces of the three little monsters turned into something extremely sinister.

The way he looked at the fat young man was like he was looking at food.

The chubby young man realized he had triggered the death rule, but he was unwilling to die. He threw down the handkerchief, turned around, and ran away.

He had only taken half a step when he suddenly stopped.

He found that his hands were out of control, gripping his neck tightly as if trying to strangle himself.

"The loser has to perform something! How about you strangle yourself?"

The triplets, nicknamed "Little Ghosts," spoke in unison, then ran towards the chubby young man, stood around him, and watched quietly.

It really felt like watching a performance.

Everyone watched in panic, knowing that they might be the next ones to die like this.

Xia Tianqiong remained calm, squatting there seemingly lost in thought.

He recognized the triplets, each a fierce demon, whose combined strength could barely reach that of an evil demon; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to create the demonic domain.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Xia Tianqiong's arm from the left.

"Black Wolf Hero, what should I do? Please save me!"

This was a young girl, her pretty face filled with panic.

Xia Tianqiong didn't speak, but someone on his right was tugging at him; it was a young man in a suit.

"You're so capable, you must know a lot, right? If we catch them, will we avoid triggering the death rule?"

These words were spoken quite loudly, immediately drawing expectant glances from most of the people.

Everyone was waiting for Xia Tianqiong's answer.

But he just shook his head. "It might trigger the rules."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then someone questioned, "So you're just going to watch us die?"

"Exactly! If you can't say, then hurry up and break the rules to end the game. Don't send us to our deaths!"

"This whole mess started because of you, otherwise Liu Bo wouldn't have sent us all here. You have to save us!"

It was another typical moral blackmail tactic, something Xia Tianqiong was already used to.

He kept a cold expression and said nothing.

A few minutes later, the fat young man rolled his eyes back, stuck out his tongue, and actually strangled himself to death.

The three little monsters suddenly inhaled deeply, and an invisible force floated out of the fat youth's brain, splitting into three streams that entered the noses of the three little monsters respectively.

They are consuming souls.

"Hehe, it's delicious."

"Let's continue the game, I can't wait!"

"Drop, drop, drop the handkerchief..."

The cheerful children's song started playing again, and everyone present tensed up.

Nobody wants to be the one who gets their handkerchief thrown at them.

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