Chapter 611: Simple, Yet Difficult

He took a deep breath, just about to head to the second floor, when a small hand grabbed him.

Looking down, he saw it was Zheng Yingxiong.

Zheng Yingxiong didn't say anything; in the dim light, he simply nodded at him with a resolute expression on his face.

Seeing this, Xiao Cheng slowly narrowed his eyes and then turned to walk toward the second floor.

But his steps were slow; he knew that now all the choices were in his hands.

Although he hadn't yet gone to the second floor, the situation up there was already clear: Tiantian and the middle-aged woman were undoubtedly standing one on the left and one on the right, waiting for his arrival.

"Wait a minute..." Xiao Cheng reached the second floor and suddenly widened his eyes.

He realized he had fallen into a trap.

Why bother worrying about the color of the light on his own head?!

"To cut in line..." He muttered these three words to himself, feeling that Zheng Yingxiong, this child, was extraordinarily clever.

He had shouted out such crucial information in the last three seconds.

The solution to this game was incredibly straightforward...

No, Xiao Cheng quickly interrupted his own train of thought.

This game might be easy for Zheng Yingxiong and himself, but what about the others?

Could everyone here understand the meaning behind Zheng Yingxiong's words?

If even one fool among the eleven people failed, everyone's "Dao" would be lost—that was the most terrifying part.

If communication were possible, the smart ones could lead the fools through the game, but the hardest aspect of this game was the inability to communicate with others, which meant the smart ones could be dragged down.

Xiao Cheng arrived on the second floor and, as expected, found Tiantian standing shoulder to shoulder with the middle-aged woman.

The two of them were facing the wall, their backs to Xiao Cheng, showing him the lights on their heads.

One red, one blue, one on the left, one on the right.

Xiao Cheng paused for a moment, then stepped forward and gently pushed them aside to stand in the middle.

The way to crack this game was that simple.

He didn't need to know the color of the light on his own head; he just needed to cut in line.

For everyone else afterward, they wouldn't need to know the color of their own lights either; they just had to keep standing between the blue and red ones.

Even if the numbers of blue and red lights were different, this strategy would absolutely work.

Once everyone was in position, the two colors would naturally separate to the left and right, with everyone lined up neatly in a row.

But this was all just wishful thinking; such things often happened in Zhongyan Zhidi.

The game rules weren't difficult, yet it was always lost because of so-called "teammates," and what was even scarier was that these "teammates" had a high chance of losing their memories, so when they returned to this game arena, they would still cause others to lose.

Those who could win would keep winning no matter how many cycles, while those who caused losses would keep causing failures no matter how many cycles—that was how Zhongyan Zhidi kept everyone failing.

The rest of the group lined up and came up one by one; Xiao Cheng couldn't see the colors of the lights on their heads, but he knew the people behind had to stand on either side of him to prove they had understood Zheng Yingxiong's words.

Fortunately, the fourth person stood firmly on his right, but starting from the fifth, the formation began to get messy.

They stopped standing next to Xiao Cheng and instead positioned themselves elsewhere.

Xiao Cheng knew there could be two reasons for this: one was that he and the people on both sides had the same color, and if the other person understood the strategy, they would stand farther away.

The second possibility was that... these people simply didn't understand the strategy and were still guessing based on their own ideas.

If it was the second case, the hope of victory would become very slim.

After about five or six people, Xiao Cheng heard a light, quick footsteps from behind, sounding like someone lightweight—it should be Zheng Yingxiong.

He stood behind the group, sighed deeply, and then came directly to Xiao Cheng's side to stand.

Xiao Cheng turned his head to look at him, and Zheng Yingxiong shook his head helplessly at Xiao Cheng.

At that point, Xiao Cheng understood that the two colors were already mixed up, and the game was lost.

So Zheng Yingxiong didn't need to choose his position anymore; whatever he did, it couldn't change the outcome.

Soon, all eleven people had chosen their positions, and the later ones picked spots even faster, as if they already knew the result.

After about five or six minutes, the final footsteps echoed behind them—Renhou had arrived.

He walked to a hidden corner by the wall, turned on the light, and said softly,

"The game is over; everyone has failed."

Just as when the eleven people had started discussing the strategy earlier, now they all erupted in chaos at once, the scene utterly disorderly.

They took off their safety helmets to check the colors of their lights, then frustratingly looked at the people beside them, realizing that the positioning was indeed a mess—the red lights totaled only four, but they were all out of place.

This time, they had lost without any excuses, but Xiao Cheng's face was filled with unwillingness.

This game could have been won!

If not this time, what about next time?

Two people only needed one "Dao," but as long as they won once, everyone would gain two "Dao." Now that they knew the winning method, wasn't this a sure profit?

"Forget it." A man shook his head and casually tossed his safety helmet to the ground. "What a waste of time and 'Dao.' I'm leaving."

"Everyone..." Xiao Cheng called out belatedly, "Everyone, wait a minute... We still have a chance..."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly ran to the hallway and turned back to block everyone's path: "Everyone, don't go yet!"

"What's going on?" The group finally noticed this uneasy young man and looked at him with confusion.

"Listen to me!" Xiao Cheng tried to calm his emotions and organize his words. "This game has an obvious way to crack it. If we all stick together and play again, we can definitely win it back!"

He briefly explained his idea to the group and, taking advantage of the "game over" phase, told them the correct solution to this game.

As long as they kept "cutting in line," the game would become exceptionally simple.

The group listened and looked at him with hesitant expressions, as if weighing the feasibility of the plan.

Was this game really that simple? But who would admit they couldn't even understand such a basic principle?

"Everyone, haven't you figured it out yet? We're just one step away from victory!"

Although Xiao Cheng spoke sincerely, in many people's eyes, he looked just like a gambler who had lost money.

"In that case..." Renhou chuckled from behind the group and said, "I'll make this clear too—if you all decide to play again next time, the entry fee will go back to the original price. My discount promotion is over."