The three judges who turned their heads gave their evaluations.
Player No. 98, standing in the center of the stage, suddenly fell into panic.
I don’t know what kind of punishment I will receive next.
At this moment, a loud voice sounded in the theater.
"Performer No. 98, whose performance is unqualified, will be punished."
The loud voice spread throughout the theater.
As the voice fell, a bloodstain suddenly appeared on the neck of player No. 98, who was standing in the middle of the stage, unconscious.
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Player No. 98's originally frightened eyes widened instantly.
At this moment, his head rolled down and separated from the body.
A large amount of black blood gushed out from his neck and spread all over the floor.
Jiang Linxian took out the silk scarf in his pocket and gently wiped the blood under his nose.
Although he has seen this kind of scene many times, his obsessive-compulsive disorder has not yet fully adapted to it, and it will probably take a lot of time to get used to it.
The huge curtain above the center of the stage slowly fell, and in an instant, warm applause erupted below the stage.
Jiang Linxian immediately started applauding.
The other players, after seeing the fate of the player who did not applaud, began to applaud vigorously.
After all, no one wants to be the unfortunate one on stage.
At this moment, in the original position of player No. 98, the dead player reappeared on the seat with a golden light.
Above his head, the number displayed is -1.
The dungeon introduction said that after entering the sky attic, you will be resurrected, and it seems that this is true.
But the punishment he received is still unknown.
I don’t know what the -1 number above the head of player No. 98 means, maybe it’s just the number of deaths.
"Please, performer No. 563, come on stage and perform!"
A loud voice sounded from the stage again.
There were several players who didn't applaud just now, so next, it's their performance time.
Jiang Linxian discovered that the numbers of these players were all random numbers and were not issued in order.
There were a hundred players participating in the dungeon this time. Excluding the dozens who died on the pedestrian street, there were less than 60 players left.
Distributed in order, there are no hundreds of digit numbers at all.
As the sound from the stage fell, a female player in the hall stood up tremblingly.
A waitress in a black robe guided her to the stage.
The huge red curtain slowly rose again.
Female player No. 563 is standing at the center of the stage.
"Player No. 563, please start your performance!"
As the sound fell, a countdown time was still displayed in front of the stage.
ten minutes.
Player No. 563 stood on the stage, looking very nervous.
She originally wanted to sing, but after seeing the fate of player No. 98, she seemed to think it was inappropriate.
She started dancing.
The light and graceful dance postures are displayed on the huge stage.
The very timely music sounded instantly, seeming to guide her dance.
However, to the human players below the stage, the dance of the female player in front of them was a bit clumsy.
In many actions, obvious incoordination occurred in the middle of the process.
The rhythm is extremely poor.
It seemed that because she was too nervous, her steps were extremely messy and disorganized, and she almost tripped over.
The human audience below the stage imagined her being punished.
As the ten minutes end.
The three judges behind her turned their heads instantly.
"The ordinary dance posture is quite eye-catching, five points!"
"If your posture is more graceful, I can give you a good evaluation, 6 points!"
"Not bad, 5 points!"
As the judges finished scoring, a loud voice sounded on the stage.
"Performer No. 563, his performance is qualified!"
"The performance is not expressive enough. Please master the rhythm next time and perform seriously again!"
As the sound fell, player No. 563, who was so nervous that he was about to collapse, was wrapped in a ball of white light and sent back to the original round table.
The number above her head is still zero, and she has not received any punishment.
Bang bang bang! ! !
The ghost audience in front of the stage burst into warm applause.
The audience in the audience still followed the instructions faithfully.
It seems that the performance of player No. 563 gave them a good start, at least they were not killed directly like player No. 98, and the number -1 appeared above their head.
"Brother Jiang, why is it that this female player performed so poorly and had nothing to do, and the one in front of her sang well, but was eliminated once?" Qian Duolai asked while clapping his hands.
"I don't know." Jiang Linxian said, "Maybe it's not too bad, so he shouldn't be punished."
Ye Rousheng began to worry at this moment: "Brother Jiang, if we go up to perform a show later, will we be like them? I'm so scared."
"There are a few human players ahead. We don't know yet what the rules are for obtaining high scores through performance. Let's see what happens after these players perform."
Jiang Linxian comforted him.
Keep your eyes on the stage.
The huge red curtain fell again.
The loud voice sounded again.
"Please, performer No. 107, come on stage and perform!"
As the voice finished, a male player stood up and walked onto the stage.
He learned the lesson from the performances of the previous two human players and started dancing on the stage.
His dancing posture is much more beautiful than that of the previous player.
Very elegant and full of beauty.
It's very comfortable to watch.
By the time the performance was over, time had passed.
The three judges behind him turned their heads quickly.
"What kind of hook eight is that? So rubbish? 2 points!"
"When I saw your dance, I saw the dog digging a grave on the ground. 1 point!"
"Bah! 0 points!"
As the judges finished scoring, player No. 107 standing in the center of the stage was stunned.
His performance was obviously better than that of the previous player, so how could he be so rubbish?
Are these judges sick?
Or do they simply not know how to appreciate it?
"Performer No. 107 is extremely unqualified and will be punished!"
A loud voice sounded on the stage.
Player No. 107 was suddenly pierced by a sharp sword that appeared above his head, killing him in half.
Blood splattered all over the floor.
Immediately afterwards, the huge red curtain fell again.
There was still applause under the stage.
Player No. 107, as the red curtain completely covered the stage, his figure followed a flash of white light and returned to his original seat.
At this moment, a number -1 appeared above his head.
At this moment, the loud voice sounded again: "It's rest time now, and the owner of our theater will perform a program for everyone!"
As the sound stopped, fierce applause broke out from below the stage.
The huge curtain slowly rose, and a puppet stood in the center of the stage again and began his performance.
"Brother Jiang, I seem to understand!" Qian Duolai said seriously: "I think only those who perform poorly can get good reviews, and those who perform well will get bad reviews!"
"These judges must be doing the opposite!"
