Zhang Shaojun took the hand of the young girl and immediately ran to the direction of the others, afraid that everyone had completed the combination and left the two of them. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the time approached, the remaining people in the room each completed the combination at the fastest speed, leaving less and less space for Zhang Shaojun and the others.

The sound of the revolver emptying shocked the heart of the man in the school uniform, and the man in the school uniform had no afterglow to ridicule others, and only wanted to be able to protect himself.

He threw the pistol to the girl at table three, and the girl took the pistol in a daze, her expression still tangled.

Faced with the revolver coming again, the girl was a little dazed, as if her facial features were all together. She was silent for a while, and then said to Yukio, "Yukio, I'm going to use the opportunity to spin the chamber." ”

Xue Nan said coldly: "Confirm that No. 071 is going to rotate the chamber, and after confirmation, please use No. 071 to drive his own rights." ”

The girl swirled the round chamber until it reached a point she was satisfied with, and then she aimed the muzzle of her gun at the center of her eyebrow.

"Mom, please bless your daughter again, and when your daughter goes out, she will definitely give you some paper money." The girl said, pressing the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced her skull, splattering blood on the spot, and her eyes fell blankly in a pool of blood.

Her white face was stained blood-red, and only two ponytails were scattered on either side, and the scene looked miserable.

Xue Nan glanced at the girl who was lying in a pool of blood, and said to the remaining four: "Okay, No. 071 is dead, the four of you come and draw lots to rearrange seats!" ”

The remaining four deliberately avoided the dead girl, and the four of them walked to the bamboo tube in turn to start the lottery.

[Table 1: No. 093, bald monk male. 】

[Table 2: No. 030, sitting unkempt man in school uniform. 】

[Table 3: No. 004, taekwondo master Xu Qian. 】

[Table 4: No. 088, white-collar woman in gray uniform. 】

Xue Nan announced the new seating order of several people in turn, and then the four of them took their seats in turn, ready to start a new round of games.

Xue Nan looked at the four people sitting in front of him, and said coldly: "Everyone understands the rules, just like before, please come to the front desk to get the revolver and start this round of the game!" ”

As the place where the ponytail girl was sitting sank into the ground, a glass cover rose again next to Yukio, needless to say that it must have contained a revolver.

The monk walked over to the glass cover and bowed to it three times, after which he picked up his revolver and returned to his place.

The monk placed the revolver on the table as if he were a guest of honor. He bowed down to the pistol, muttering inscrutable words.

"Paraparamita, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south...... For the sake of such devotion to the believers, please give me a clear path! The monk said very religiously, hoping that his gods would help him through the difficult times and that he would survive.

The monk also returned to his seat at Yukio's repeated urging, and he folded his hands and bowed to the god of the void in his heart a few times, and finally he closed his eyes and began to shoot.

"Click!"

[To confirm that No. 093 has completed shooting, please hand over the revolver to No. 030.] 】

The man was safe again, he wept bitterly and threw down his gun, walked to the table and knelt down: "Thank you for the favor of the gods, thank you for the mercy of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the villain will do his best to worship the gods from now on." ”

Xu Qian looked at the man's funny behavior and didn't know what to say. It's good to have faith, but is it really necessary to have faith to this point?

With a look of disdain on his face, the man in the school uniform crossed the open space without a table and retrieved the revolver on his own.

The man in the school uniform looked at the reverent monk who knelt down, shook his head, and walked back to his seat.

The male in the school uniform sighed, his eyes slightly closed, and held the revolver to his head. His face twitched, and he still seemed to be having some difficulty making a decision, and the trigger never pulled down.

He took a few more deep breaths, adjusted his mind, and finally made up his mind to pull the trigger.

"Click!"

[To confirm that No. 030 has completed the shooting, please hand over the revolver to No. 004.] 】

The man in the school uniform straightened up meaningfully, walked to table No. 3, and handed the revolver to Xu Qian. Xu Qian glanced at the man in the school uniform and took the revolver from him.

Xu Qian didn't say a word, she directly raised the revolver above her head, she closed her eyes and immediately pulled the trigger.

"Click!"

[To confirm that No. 004 has completed shooting, please hand over the revolver to No. 088.] 】

The hollow sound of the revolver gave Xu Qian the best response, the bullet stayed in the chamber like a good baby, Xu Qian stroked the body of the revolver a few times and handed it to the white-collar woman.

The white-collar woman didn't know what stimulation she had received, as if she had no soul shell. She didn't take the pistol, Xu Qian looked at her as distracted, threw down the pistol and didn't care about him.

Her eyes were very hollow, and she looked at the revolver in a daze. After more than ten seconds, her eyes moved, as if she had returned to reality from another dimension.

The white-collar woman seemed to have changed into a different person, picking up the pistol with an expressionless face, and a slightly evil smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The white-collar woman fired two shots in a row, and she laughed wildly when she had just crossed the ghost gate, a little crazy and a little lonely.

[To confirm that No. 088 has completed shooting, please hand over the revolver to No. 093.] 】

The white-collar woman continued to laugh, laughing as if no one was around, and she didn't know what was in her head. She may simply want to vent her emotions, or she may have been cornered by this desperate road in front of her.

The monk walked up to the white-collar woman, ignored the white-collar woman who was laughing wildly, and took the revolver from her hand.

This time he didn't say any prayers, perhaps knowing that after five rounds of firing from the revolver, the last time he must have missed a shot.

He glanced at the revolver in front of him and said directly to Xue Nan: "Xue Nan, I want the right to use the rotating chamber." ”

"Received a request from No. 093, the system is processing, the system is finished, please turn the chamber of the gun at will and start firing."

The monk rotated the chamber of the revolver at will, moving clockwise and counterclockwise again and again, making the atmosphere of the scene a little strange.

After a series of clockwise and counterclockwise movements of the rotating chamber, he began to chant the words again: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." Avalokitesvara, great compassion, please take me to a safe place for the rest of your life. As he spoke, he felt a little more confident, and then he pulled the trigger again.

"Click!"

[To confirm that No. 093 has completed shooting, please hand over the revolver to No. 030.] 】

As No. 093 bowed down to the ethereal god, the absurd picture made 030 sigh for a while.