Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]

1287: A Very Simple Pocket Dimension

The results of the next barbecue round ignited Senping's camp's confidence and hope. When the reserved and quiet housewife stepped down from the emblem, almost everyone celebrated the victory. Originally, she had one lamb leg and one beef rib on her plate, and just now, she had another lamb leg, completing a pair again.

The exuberant cheers from the distance almost overwhelmed the hearing of everyone in Lin Sanjiu's camp. She almost didn't hear the grand prize murmuring one word to himself, "Three."

"What?" she instinctively asked.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'll tell you after it's over," the grand prize replied.

He turned around and seemed to finally realize that the faces of the people around him didn't look too good. It was natural; even though he had spoken with conviction, these strangers who had just met naturally wouldn't fully believe him.

As the chef bent down to take out another piece of meat, Lin Sanjiu's gaze was drawn to a dispute within Senping's camp.

"You've all received three pieces of meat already," the dark-skinned woman waved the plate in her hand, and two chicken sausages rolled onto the plate. She said, "It's my turn this time."

Crane had a different opinion, "Each of you has collected a pair of identical roasted meats, and I'm still two singles. It's my turn this time."

The grand prize suddenly jumped up, even startling Lin Sanjiu. Before Senping could speak, he quickly interjected, "That lady! Can I delay you for a few seconds?"

The dark-skinned woman looked around, pointing to herself, asking, "Me?"

"Yes."

He patted Lin Sanjiu on the shoulder, seemingly reassuring her. Then, he quickly ran over like a rabbit that had seen a carrot. "I'll tell you something privately. It'll be quick! There's some news you should be interested in."

Although appearances can be deceiving, the grand prize indeed had an appearance that made people underestimate his combat power. The dark-skinned woman thought for two seconds and saw that Senping didn't object or agree, so she quickly approached Ji Shanqing and the two of them whispered a few words—both of them deliberately lowered their voices, and with the sizzling of the barbecue and the sound of the waves crashing, no one could hear anything.

The grand prize returned, and Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you tell her?"

"You'll find out soon."

On the other hand, the dark-skinned woman also faced the same question from Senping: "What did you talk about?"

"He told me he will tell us after this barbecue round."

She turned to look at the chef, urging, "Have you decided? Who will take the meat this time?"

Senping's gaze shifted to Ji Shanqing, and he answered, "You'll go this time."

The dark-skinned woman was visibly surprised, raising one eyebrow high. She glanced at Crane, then stepped onto the yellow emblem with her plate without saying a word. The chef still kept his head down, focusing on the roasting meat. For a moment, the entire beach fell silent for the first time. Everyone was waiting for the result of this piece of meat.

"It's done." The chef finally raised his head and picked up a piece of beef rib. "Here you go."

The dark-skinned woman looked dazedly at the two chicken sausages and one beef rib on her plate.

"She didn't get it this time," someone whispered.

Senping stepped forward and raised his voice to explain, "The probability of chicken sausages appearing in this round is much higher than beef rib and lamb leg. That's why I arranged for her to take it. However, a higher probability doesn't guarantee certainty. As I said before, my method probably has an 80% accuracy rate. Missing once or twice doesn't count as an accident."