Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, swirling a few withered yellow leaves around Pengpeng's feet.

But this didn't make Peng Peng feel cool; instead, it caused cold sweat to keep dripping down his forehead.

He stood frozen in place, maintaining the posture of a golden rooster standing on one leg, his calves beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

That's the instinctive human reaction to the fear of the unknown.

"Mo... Brother Mo..."

Pengpeng's voice was trembling with tears, his teeth chattering, "Wh...what's wrong? Don't scare me...yes...yes, weren't these things just lumps of iron? What's going on here?"

He was still trying to soothe his frantic nerves with scripts and pranks.

After all, who would have thought that recording a variety show would lead to life-threatening situations?

Li Mo'an squatted on the ground and did not answer immediately.

He simply raised his head slightly and glanced at Peng Peng with a calm look.

"Who said it was a lump of iron?"

He asked a question in a calm tone.

These words shattered Peng Peng's last shred of hope.

"Huh?" Peng Peng opened his mouth wide, almost dumbfounded.

"If it's not a lump of iron, then what is it? Could it be...?"

"Don't shake."

Li Mo'an reached out and gently pressed down on Peng Peng's trembling calves; the warmth and pressure of his palm had a calming effect.

"Stay calm and don't panic."

As he spoke, he quickly pulled a small entrenching tool and a soft-bristled brush for brushing off dust from the toolbox next to him with his other hand.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

Li Mo'an immediately lay down on the ground.

He didn't mind the dirt on the ground. He lay prone at Pengpeng's feet, his cheeks almost touching the ground, his eyes fixed on the gap between Pengpeng's shoes and the ground.

That posture was very standard, exactly like that of an engineer performing a mission.

"Pengpeng, listen to me."

While adjusting his breathing, Li Mo'an spoke in a calm, almost indifferent tone:

"You're standing on something really interesting right now; to put it simply, it's a bomb."

"If you don't want us to become fireworks tonight, then weld your feet to the spot, understand? So stay calm, okay?"

Pengpeng was almost in tears at this moment.

"What a damn interesting little gadget!"

"What the hell?! It turned into fireworks!"

"Damn it, to put it simply, it's a bomb!"

"If you put it that way, I'm having a hard time staying calm, bro! I'm about to wet my pants!"

But the solemn expressions of Teacher Huang and Teacher He not far away made him realize that it was best to obey.

The camera in the live stream has now zoomed in to the closest view.

In high-definition, every movement of Li Mo'an was magnified countless times.

He gently brushed away the loose dirt around Pengpeng's shoes with the soft-bristled brush in his hand.

His movements were very gentle.

"Dear viewers, especially those who are eating, please put down your chopsticks and take a look."

At this tense moment, Li Mo'an actually spoke up.

He calmly faced the phone camera beside him and began his live teaching session:

"Look, everyone, based on my observation and the crisp firing pin click I just heard, I can tell..."

"What he stepped on was most likely an anti-personnel pressure fuse mine."

"These landmines have very distinct characteristics and are designed in a very user-friendly way—stepping on them is harmless and even gives you a sense of reassurance."

He paused for a moment, then carefully cut into the soil with his entrenching tool, probing in little by little from the side.

"However, once you lift your foot, the pressure is released, and the firing pin will strike the detonator under the action of the spring."

Then, "bang!"

"Your feet and even your calves will instantly disappear physically."

"So the key to the operation now is to keep the pressure constant and absolutely not let him lift his foot, not even by a millimeter."

As Li Mo'an spoke, his hands never stopped moving.

Clear the soil, probe, and search for the fuse structure...

Every step was carried out methodically and with great precision.

His hands were very steady, without the slightest tremor.

Even when it was a test of the limits of a bomb, he didn't even flinch.

Look here.

Li Mo'an pointed to a small piece of exposed metal edge that had just been cleared out and explained to the camera:

"See that? This rusted slot, that's where the safety pin should have been."

"Unfortunately, it's been so long that the insurance policy has rotted away."

"This means we're running naked right now."

"But it doesn't matter. I can just use what I have on hand to make a temporary blocking pin with this wire and insert it into the firing pin hole to lock the firing pin."

"Everyone, pay attention. If you ever encounter these anti-personnel pressure fuse mines in the future, you're in luck. Using my methods, you'll have a 10% chance of surviving."

As he spoke, he picked up a thin wire from the side and casually bent it at an angle.

His composure, confidence, and nonchalance left the viewers in the live stream and the people at the Mushroom House completely bewildered.

They stared blankly at the screen, mouths agape, not even bothering to criticize Li Mo'an's so-called "Then you're in luck" and "One in ten chance of surviving" ramblings.

"Is this... is this an act? Or is it real?"

"If this is acting, it's incredibly realistic! They even replicated the rusty card slot detail? And the lines, the string of technical jargon—could a carbon-based life form memorize that?"

"If it's true... that's even more outrageous!"

"This is supposed to be a variety show shoot! How did it suddenly turn into a bomb disposal scene? And it's this kind of hardcore bomb disposal—without protective suits, without bomb disposal robots, just a shovel and a wire?"

Everyone was too nervous to utter a sound.

Even netizens who usually love to post comments and make sarcastic remarks forgot to type at this moment, feeling their palms sweating and their scalps tingling.

Only Li Mo'an's voice continued to ring out steadily:

"We need to find the right angle; we can't force it in, we have to go with its natural flow... Yes, that's it, gently..."

Slowly, bit by bit, he probed the wire in his hand toward the fatal little hole.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

It seems that all that remains in the world is that thin wire and that rusty fuse holder.

Just then.

A comment with a gold verification mark suddenly appeared in the almost stagnant comment section.

That was an account with the ID "Zhao Tiezhu, a third-year student at the National University of Defense Technology of Southeast University".

Between the lines, there is a sense of shock and existential disbelief:

"Holy crap..."

"This procedure...this is standard procedure from the military's internal bomb disposal manual!"

"And...and his technique seems even more skilled than our instructors'! Who is this guy?! Is he some kind of elite soldier from an engineering regiment?!"

The moment this comment appeared, the live stream chat exploded.

After a brief silence.

Whoosh—!

The barrage of comments exploded instantly, flooding the screen.

All the audience members were shocked.

"Even students from the National University of Defense Technology have come out to verify it?"

"Who's that? That's a future officer! That's the epitome of professionalism!"

"Even he said this is the standard teaching procedure, and he's even more proficient than the drill instructors?"

"Doesn't that mean..."

"So Li Mo'an's actions just now weren't just random gestures or acting; they were genuine, top-tier mine-clearing techniques?"

That means...

"Is what Pengpeng is standing on not some prop, but a real landmine that could blow someone up at any moment?!"