151: Chapter 151 Abandoned Unfinished Building 4

After some analysis by the Gentle Man with Glasses, the other players also looked at Luo Yuejian with stunned expressions.

It was hard to imagine that when they had absolutely no idea how to handle the predicament before them, this woman had already easily come up with a solution.

The Messy-Haired Man's gaze toward Luo Yuejian at this moment was very complex.

Previously, he had thought that Luo Yuejian didn't want to tell them the method to clear the level, wanting to win the game directly through the guarantee mechanism.

He hadn't expected that in reality, she had already told them how to deal with the sharp gear above, but they had simply failed to understand the White-haired Girl's words.

In the end, it was only after the White-haired Girl gave further hints that the Gentle Man with Glasses realized what to do.

Thinking of this, the Messy-Haired Man couldn't help but feel a complex and indescribable surge of emotions. After all, in the few games he had experienced before, he had always been in a leading position, guiding other players to victory.

He hadn't expected that in this round, such a formidable player would appear in the team.

It seemed he would have to get serious this round; he couldn't be completely outshone by this White-haired Girl.

After listening to the explanation from the Gentle Man with Glasses, the other players looked at Luo Yuejian with expressions of amazement and admiration.

The Girl in Pink Jeans' eyes lit up, "That's amazing! You were actually able to think of such a method. You truly are a veteran player."

The Tattooed Man was also very impressed, "You've got skills, little girl. Bold and meticulous; this method isn't something just anyone could come up with."

Luo Yuejian was speechless; her gaze toward the Gentle Man with Glasses was also somewhat complex.

Previously, she had thought that the player to watch out for in this round was the Messy-Haired Man, but now, seeing this Gentle Man with Glasses, he also seemed not to be underestimated.

Honestly, when she first heard the method from the Gentle Man with Glasses, she had also been taken aback. After all, the method was truly risky, but she had to admit, it was indeed the most feasible one for now.

The praise from the Tattooed Man just now should have been directed at the Gentle Man with Glasses—bold, meticulous, and capable.

Luo Yuejian decided to observe the Gentle Man with Glasses a bit more later and look for an opportunity to see if she could mislead him once.

After determining the next course of action, the players immediately began to cooperate with each other.

For the two players on the same pillar, one player would first press their back tightly against the wall pillar behind them, and then the other player would exert effort to move their own body, turning their body to the side of the pillar.

This process was actually very slow because the ropes binding the players were quite tight; it was only because the surface area of the binding around the abdomen was too large that it created a gap that barely allowed the players to move.

But even so, the movement of the players was extremely difficult. Especially among the players present, with the exception of the Gentle Man with Glasses, the clothes worn by the other players were not long-sleeved.

Therefore, as they tried their best to move their bodies, it was inevitable that their exposed skin would get chafed.

For a time, one could hear a chorus of hisses.

Luo Yuejian was relatively relaxed; after all, she possessed Pain Immunity and was not afraid of pain at all.

She and the player behind her were the fastest to complete the switch. After adjusting their positions one after the other, Luo Yuejian lowered her eyes to look at her arm, which had been chafed raw and was oozing blood, feeling very fortunate in her heart.

Among all the skills given to her by the slacker system, this Pain Immunity was the one she liked the most. Fortunately, she had this skill; otherwise, she would be dying of pain right now!

However, her skin was not the most severely chafed; the worst case was the Tattooed Man.

His own physique was the strongest among all the players, and the player tied to the same pillar as him was also an adult male. Even though the Gentle Man with Glasses pressed his back tightly against the wall pillar behind him, the space left for the Tattooed Man was still minimal.

Fortunately, the Tattooed Man seemed to have a high tolerance for pain, which could be seen a bit from the tattoos covering his entire arm.

Therefore, the Tattooed Man gritted his teeth, completely disregarding the skin on his body that was pressed tightly against the rope, and forcibly moved himself inch by inch to the side of the pillar.

His arm was naturally chafed to a horrific state, bloody and mangled. Sweat was visibly seeping from his forehead, but his expression remained relatively calm.

Once all the players had roughly adjusted their positions, they began to help the players tied to other pillars to see how they should specifically adjust.

After all, these players were now on the sides of the pillars, and as for the specific positions of the two gears, the players standing below could only see them roughly; they could not guarantee that they would definitely be able to stand between the two gears.

Such dangerous behavior—if one was even slightly careless, not to mention anything else, their arms on both sides would definitely suffer. Therefore, the players directed each other to adjust their positions, while simultaneously adjusting their own positions based on the directions of other players.

The gears above were still descending at a steady speed, and the "buzzing" sound filled the entire empty floor, making one's scalp tingle.

The air was filled with a faint smell of dust.

By the time all the players present felt it was about right and didn't know how to continue adjusting their positions, the gears overhead were already very close to them, with barely more than half a meter left.

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of the several players were somewhat tense. After all, they were about to face the sharp gears hanging above their heads; just thinking about being cut by such sharp metal made them feel extremely panicked.

They waited in terrified silence as the "buzzing" sound above their heads grew louder and louder; the players could even feel the wind stirred up by the high-speed rotation passing over their heads.

Finally, the high-speed rotating sharp gears descended, continuing downward at a distance from the players' heads.

Feeling the sharp gears buzzing on both sides of their heads, the players didn't even have the courage to turn their heads to look.

However, they all simultaneously let out a sigh of relief involuntarily. As long as the gears missed their heads, then even if they cut their arms later, it wouldn't directly cost them their lives; at most, they would suffer some injuries.

This proved that their plan had been successful.

The subsequent process went smoothly; as the gears on both sides of the pillars slowly descended, the sharp metal surfaces cut into the ropes tied to the pillars, and the ropes instantly disintegrated.

As soon as they realized the ropes had loosened, the players immediately left their original spots, their expressions filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

The only variable still lay with that Tattooed Man.