Chapter 284: White Orchid Rain Festival (Sixty-seven)
About ten minutes ago, when everyone was driven into the yard, according to the eldest lady's opinion, they needed to disappear for a while to create a panic psychologically.
The first thing Nan Huan did when he came back was to check on Bei Xi's condition. He found that the other party was still in the same condition as before. The little bit of luck in his heart was gone.
"Miss, what are we going to do by bringing these people back?"
The Workers' Union President already had a lot of questions to ask, and after watching the eldest lady check on the condition of the first president, he could no longer hold back and hurried forward to ask questions.
Nan Huan understood the worry and hesitation on her face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was not a perfunctory smile, but a very sincere one. "Do you think my behavior just now was inappropriate? You want to ask more than just this, right?"
President Alice and President Hongfen had been listening in the courtyard for quite a while, and finally knew what these people had done outside. Seeing that the eldest lady looked calm, they had already guessed, "Could it be that if we tie them up, they will honestly believe in the Dragon God again?"
President Alice was slowly expressing her doubts, and she really couldn't understand the logic behind this. "We have treated them like this, will they still listen to us? Although this group of people seem timid, if we reveal our purpose, they should also be able to find something on us and know their own value. Then it will be difficult to deal with them."
President Alice's words were not profound. After all, everyone present initially thought that the eldest lady was going to use the method of persuasion. After all, they could now make a deal with the residents of Bailan City by offering to take them away from this hellhole, telling them that as long as they believed in the Dragon God again, they could leave here, and this was a win-win strategy after all.
But the eldest daughter seemed to have completely abandoned this path, and turned around and did many things that they couldn't understand.
"How likely do you think it is to convince so many people at the same time and achieve a win-win situation?"
Nan Huan knew what they were thinking and did not answer these questions directly. Instead, he asked for their opinions seriously as if it were an academic discussion.
"I wouldn't say it's 100%, but it's at least 5%. After all, they are afraid of death and want to get out of here." President Barbie weighed the pros and cons and gave a fair number. But after thinking about it, she added, "But this is based on the premise that the evil god and Man Wugui will not appear again."
Nan Huan nodded, approving of the percentage, and added, "Not only that, the probability is generally not particularly out of the ordinary, but at the same time we also need to fight for time. For us, this win-win strategy is that we cannot convince everyone in a short period of time, nor can we demonstrate our abilities before we succeed. We don't have time, and we don't have another chance, so it's best to succeed 100% at once."
Nan Huan had already thought about all these issues last night, so she knew very well the difficulties in the success of each strategy, because once they failed once, this group of people would lose the opportunity to act again.
In the mission description, the system said that the residents of Bailan City needed to believe in the Dragon God again. Nanhuan was very sure that the system was determining all the residents, not just a 50% probability.
She even thought in an extreme way: if she killed those residents who were unwilling to surrender and let the rest of them complete what they needed to do, would it be considered as completing the mission? Although the system did not prohibit killing, Nan Huan quickly considered that the decrease in the number of people might be a problem for the Dragon God's coming again. That was why she told the president of the Workers' Guild and President Barbie when she went out early in the morning that they could take action but they had to save their lives.
"But is there such a method that is 100% successful?" The Red Pink President couldn't help but said, "I really can't think of any way to make them listen to us obediently?"
The eldest lady smiled and shook her head, as if to say that the Red Pink President's idea was wrong from the beginning. "Whether it's from the perspective of human rebelliousness or the psychological foundation of the people in Bailan City, they are not the type to be obedient. First, they were brought here by the evil god, and they are essentially related to the Dragon God. In addition to the various grievances before, this instinctive rejection has, to some extent, foreshadowed that they are unlikely to be obedient. Second, we must not reveal our purpose from beginning to end, because some things are useless no matter how much outsiders say. If we go out now and tell them that this is the only way to achieve a win-win situation, they may think that we have bad intentions. This is human instinct, so we have to find a way to let the other party take the initiative to walk into the circle. This is 100% safe."
Nan Huan's thoughts were very clear. After all, she had not slept all night last night. While watching Bei Xi's condition, she had gone over all the details in her mind several times, fearing that there might be any mistakes.
"Take the initiative to enter the circle?" The president of the workers' union repeated this sentence subconsciously. He felt that he seemed to be on the verge of grasping something important, but he was still in a daze and swaying and had not grasped it firmly.
"Okay, it's almost time. You'll be able to see it soon. Let's go out."
Seeing that the time was almost up, Nan Huan asked them to prepare some things before he slowly walked out and drank two cups of tea in a row at the altar.
Time goes back to the present. When everyone under the altar heard Nan Huan say that he was the executioner, they couldn't help but tremble, as if they finally realized at this moment that the sword hanging over their heads had finally fallen.
The boss who was thrown onto the altar by the Workers' Union President was already so frightened by Nan Huan's words that he didn't know what to say. He couldn't help wanting to step back and get down from the altar, but with the Workers' Union President behind him, he couldn't move at all.
He had been to this altar several times, the altar of the evil god. Although it was difficult and painful, he knew that he would not die. As long as the sun rose again, he would come back to life. Even if it was painful, he would be able to get through it if he endured it.
But the woman in front of him was different. She didn't care about her own life at all. She was extremely cruel. Once she said the word "execution", there was no chance for her to survive.
There were very few moments of regret in his life. Yes, although his life was dark and despicable, he never regretted it. Even though he had done so many evil things and even cannibalized his own kind, he would not regret it. After all, he was still alive, but this kind of life brought with it eternal pain.
But until he faced the woman who treated human life as worthless without any explanation, he felt the emotion of "regret" for the first time. However, what he regretted was not the things he had done before, but the words he said to this woman in his own room an hour ago just to show off.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He knelt on the ground, trembling, knocking his head against the ground again and again, trying to save himself with incoherent words, "It's all my fault for being so mean. I shouldn't have expressed any opinions. I didn't do it voluntarily back then. I was bewitched. If she hadn't said that the Saint and the Dragon God are different from ordinary people after all, and eating... them can also gain some kind of powerful power, I wouldn't have done such a heinous thing..."
He stumbled as he searched his mind, trying to speak these words. His originally stuttering words seemed to have distorted his memory due to some kind of self-suggestion, and he took the imaginary part as reality and argued for himself, "It's all her fault, it's all her fault, it's none of my business. Even if you want to take revenge, it shouldn't be my turn, right?"
The moment he spoke, he didn't know where he got the courage from, he wanted to look up at the other person's expression, but he didn't expect that when he looked up, he only saw Nan Huan's face without any expression. It seemed that the other party was not interested in his psychological analysis and just thought that he was too noisy.
He didn't know where he got the courage from, or maybe he really felt death approaching, so he stepped forward and grabbed Nan Huan's trouser legs, "There are so many people in the audience, and we all did it together at that time, why did it have to be me? Why? This is not fair?"
His disguise didn't last long before his true nature was exposed, and his whole face looked extremely hideous.
Only one of his hands was stained with his own blood. Nan Huan did not move at first and let him grab her trouser leg. Although she tried her best to hide the disgust and disdain she felt when she heard these words, she still had a cold and indifferent expression on her face.
The other party's reaction was completely within her expectations. She was a person who had witnessed the scene firsthand. It was precisely because she had experienced it firsthand that she knew clearly that the evil god was only controlling the first resident who took action with the knife, and the subsequent choices were all made by themselves. Do you think it has anything to do with the evil god's beggarship?
Nan Huan couldn't answer this question, but she knew clearly that these people only cared about their own interests. She knew that when something I did conflicted with their own interests, I could make them give in no matter what. This was the essential issue.
Nan Huan didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment, he withdrew his legs with some disgust.
"Tie him up and execute him."
These words were not spoken to the man kneeling in front of him, but were directed to the president of the Workers' Union and President Barbie.
Maybe it was because of the man’s words just now that made the people under the altar feel relieved, or maybe it was because the man’s behavior of pushing them forward made more people wish that he would be executed immediately, so low whispers broke out in the crowd.
Nan Huan looked between them, not knowing what he heard, or maybe he just had an idea and thought of some fun method, "I find that doing it one by one seems a bit slow, how about we speed it up a bit?"
Although she only asked a question, the Workers' President and Barbie's President were efficient, and soon there were more than a dozen residents tied to wooden stakes standing densely on the altar.
All struggles were stifled and all resistance was suppressed.
Nan Huan took out a pistol from the control panel and shot one of the men without even looking.
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