The young man smiled, revealing two dimples on his cheeks, his eyes dancing with excitement. "This is a game called Ghost. You haven't played it before, have you? I'll be the ghost. If you can hide well and not be caught by the ghost, you can survive. If you are caught by the ghost, I don't need to tell you what the result will be, right?"
The ten people were stunned, some of them couldn't believe it. They originally thought that they were brought out to be executed, but they didn't expect that they were brought here by the tenth prince to play the game of ghosts. That was a game only played by children, and now, they had to play with him
"As long as we are not found, we can survive?" A death row inmate asked in disbelief, unable to believe that such a way of survival was right in front of them.
"Yes! As long as you are not caught by the ghost, of course you can survive." The young man stared at the ten people happily and memorized their faces. The next moment, he drew out the sword hanging on his waist, and with a whoosh, he untied the ropes on them: "Okay, the game begins, you guys run away! I won't look at you, I will count to one hundred, and then it will start!" While speaking, he childishly lay forward, lying on the body of the fire lion, and blocked his sight with his hands.
"One, two... five..."
Hearing the counting voice, the ten people were startled and suddenly ran in several directions. In a short while, they disappeared without a trace.
The guards following behind the young man watched him intently, as if they had long been accustomed to the absurdity of his behavior. They all stood guard in an orderly manner, listening to the young man lying on the fire lion and counting. However, the sound stopped when he counted to thirty.
The young man lying on the flame lion raised his head and squinted his eyes, staring at the directions ahead with a weird smile: "What's the fun of playing with ghosts during the day? It's more exciting when it's dark."
As he spoke, he stretched lazily, intending to wait until the hiding person was terrified before going out to look for him. However, at this moment, he faintly smelled a fragrance.
"Who brought the barbecue? Why does it smell so good?" The boy turned around and glanced at the person behind him.
"In reply to the Tenth Prince, I didn't bring any."
Hearing this, the young man patted the Flame Lion's head and walked forward, saying, "You all wait here! Don't run around without the king's order."
"Yes." The guards responded respectfully and watched him ride inside on the flaming lion.
"Is it really okay without sending anyone to follow?" someone asked.
"Do you dare not listen to the Tenth Prince? If you have the guts, just follow him." Another person said, and sat down and waited. However, not long after he sat down, he really smelled the aroma of meat and asked, "Who is roasting meat in here? Those ten death row prisoners didn't have enough time to escape, so they definitely wouldn't do this. Could it be that there are other people in this forest?"
Thinking of this possibility, the middle-aged man couldn't help but frown and looked in the direction where the boy left with some worry.
When the boy followed the scent, he saw a handsome boy in red sitting cross-legged under a big tree, tearing something to eat. In front of the boy was a ball of crushed dirt, and on the dirt was a fragrant chicken with its legs torn off. The smell alone made him want to pounce on it.