"The theme of the second challenge is [Hunger], inspired by one of my favorite zombie movies from when I was a human teenager."
"This challenge is quite difficult and has significant weight. Those who perform excellently may even receive a 'Skip Card.'"
Mr. Question Mark had already pulled out a glittering gold card between his fingers.
"Additionally, I will not personally intervene in the second round, but leave it in the capable hands of my assistant—Jia Wen."
"I believe many people here should know him. Now, let's welcome Jia Wen to the stage."
With the beam of the second spotlight and the play of dynamic music,
a man dressed in all white—hair, eyes, skin, and clothing—took the stage. Unlike Mr. Question Mark, he did not dance onto the stage, but simply walked forward and stood by Mr. Question Mark's side.
He appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, standing respectfully.
Luo Di immediately caught a scent from the man, a scent of a corpse.
