Wang Chongyang didn't know how much time had passed; the enormous pressure had blurred his sense of time.
All he knew was that the two had played games like stick picking, stone grabbing, sheep jumping, and staff bumping in succession... and now they were playing marbles with pearls.
Compared to the little girl's enthusiasm, Wang Chongyang was sweating profusely.
He had played every little game he could think of and was able to play under the circumstances.
Why not play them a second time? Wang Chongyang did want to, but his esteemed opponent wasn't cooperating, and he had no idea what they could play next.
Although these little games had bought him some time, it felt futile; he was still going to die.
While Wang Chongyang was thinking this, a Water Rat scurried in from beyond the water curtain, crying out 'mmm mmm mmm' to the little girl with horns on her head.
