Aguba's killings in Khotan were so great that he almost wiped out the Khotanese in the west. Although this made the remaining Khotanese hate him in various ways, it was also of great benefit to Aguba. This is equivalent to giving him a completely empty space to house his men.

The basis of Aguba's rule over southern Xinjiang was his army. He himself is a big feudal warlord, and his subordinates are a group of small feudal warlords. For example, Albabu in front of Liu Xian was one of the officers who were separated from Khotan.

Many of these people in the hall are related to the rebellious army of Nenggubai, and many of them have relatives who served in Aguba's army. They were well aware of Aguba's current strength. If Liu Xian was just such a small number of people who entered the city, then the final fate of this army would be completely predictably miserable. If he surrenders, even if he can survive for the time being, won't he fall into the hands of the Agubo army in the future? At that time, it was even more tragic, and it also affected relatives and friends outside.

After thinking about it, none of the thirty-three people were willing to surrender. Instead, everyone prayed silently, praying for their true God to bless them and not to draw the lottery......

In the face of life and death, people pray to the gods most sincerely, and they pray secretly and chant their true God.

Everyone would rather believe that luck is on their side than fall to Liu Xian's unpredictable fate. But it is undeniable that the nerves of these people are tense to the extreme, and once the next thing greatly stimulates their sensitive nerves, some people will definitely collapse. And the moment of disappointment, that is when they surrender.

Liu Xian's move is too vicious to break the will and belief of this group of people.

The psychological disillusionment of the self, the disintegration of the psychological mind. Far more effective than torture and beating.

There is a commotion in the silence, a commotion in the heartbeat.

"The hour has come, the lottery begins!"

Liu Xian eased up again at this time, he gave this group of people enough time to make psychological decisions, but he couldn't let it go too wide. Loose and tight. There's plenty of time, but there's no way to waste it.

Thank you for the spy war movies that filled the screen in my previous life, I watched too much of that thing, and it can still come in handy.

Liu Xian smiled at Albab, who was glaring at him. "Woo woo woo ......" made Albab, whose mouth was already red and swollen, his teeth had been knocked out by the knife handle, and his tongue had been cut off, was even more angry. His gaze turned back to him again. The slight smile on his face made the people in the first row chill in their hearts. "Let's start the lottery!"

The leather tube reached for the person at the front. This man was dressed in satin, forty or fifty years old, and his status must be a 'noble'. But the temperament is not a little extravagant, no matter how I look at it, he is an ordinary low-level ordinary people.

Clearly, this man has a vested interest in the Aguba Army. Former civilians. Now nobles.

Dress well, eat well, live well. But the time is still short, and he still hasn't taken off his original temperament.

There is an old Chinese saying: dwelling and moving qi, nourishing and moving body. To put it more bluntly, there is one nobleman in three generations.

That's what it means. The man in front of him is a living example. Liu Xian also believes that in the future, this situation will definitely be common for him.

Ahmat's face was constantly changing, even though he knew it would be a moment. But only when the wooden stick is really placed in front of him, the feeling of palpitations will be so clear. It's not like believing that God is protecting you and you're fooling yourself around.

When the threat of death is imminent, the hope of survival is within reach. How many people are willing to face death?

As mentioned earlier, this group of people is just a group of people who have gathered around Aguba for profit. is like the Beiyang warlord in history, like Yuan Datou. When it comes to fighting to the death, how many people are willing to risk their lives to serve them?

But Ahmat did not have the courage to surrender first. In the middle of the sound, when the waist knife on the side was raised, Ahmat stretched out his hand, and he accepted his fate. He didn't have the courage to be the first to eat crabs.

The heartbeat was rapid, and when the hand touched the leather tube, the whole body trembled slightly.

Wiped out, Ahmat closed his eyes and didn't dare to draw the lot.

"Smoke it!" The smile on Abduli's face was even greater. This kind of game gives him infinite pleasure, which is much more comfortable than just killing. It's like a cat playing with a mouse. Playing!

A murderous aura was forced on Ahmat. The moment Ahmat's eyes opened, he thought he had seen a demon. The tyranny and murderous intent in Abduli's eyes. It's like an endless sea. At that moment, he forgot to breathe.

Surrender! Live! Those four words flashed through his mind.

But the idea that had just arisen was immediately dispelled by the fact that it was 'clear' in the bottom of my heart. He didn't have the courage to face death, nor did he have the courage to be the first to surrender. Moreover, as soon as he surrenders, what will happen to his son? The son of Aguba's army is the source of his rich life today.

"Pump—" Abdul shouted again. In terms of hatred for Agubai's people, how can Liu Xian compare to him.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, his fingers crossed the top of the wooden skewer, Ahmat was ruthless in his heart, and pulled out a skewer violently!

Wow!

My heart stopped beating. Ahmat didn't dare to look at what he had drawn, and his eyes were tightly closed. There was silence all around, but he could hear his companion's breathing suddenly intensify.

There was a slight snort from Abduli's ears, "Lucky old dog." White sign, live, get out of the way! ”

White sign? Live!

Ahmat's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a wave of ecstasy that escaped from heaven flowed through his heart, and his eyes were about to drip tears. Abduli's cold voice sounded like heaven to him, and his body trembled from being too excited, even more so than before. His face quickly turned from pale to ruddy, and he let out a long breath and moved his hands and feet away a little. He looked at the other nine people with complicated expressions, and muttered slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Lived on their own. But five out of ten people will eventually die, and now only four out of nine will live.

Abduli's gaze fell on the second man's face, "It's your turn!" ”

Liu Xian also glanced at Ahmat, to be honest, he didn't want to be the first to win the lottery. This is inevitably too much of a back, and it does not perfectly express his intention to 'leave a way to live' for this group of people.

The first lottery is good, and it can arouse the desire to survive in the hearts of the rest. Because it's real—alive!

As for the faces of the other nine people, Liu Xian ignored them. It's nothing more than envy of the first guy, and worry about yourself. Except for that first guy. The remaining nine people are afraid that they are all muttering in their hearts - bless him with the phrase "Draw a lottery!" Then they will have a better chance of being born.

Now, on the contrary, the chance of survival is reduced by one percent, and the psychological fear has increased by one point.

The second person was more stressed. Liu Xian could clearly see that his face was blue and his arms were trembling, which was more obvious. He looked hesitant. He looked at the leather tube in Abduli's hand in a daze, and he was in great pain, and he didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

"Pump!"

Abdul urged loudly, but he didn't mean anything to force it, as if he was driving people crazy. It's going to be a little bit of force. He's really, really enjoying it now. His own voice is the best 'forced' weapon, and the urging is to slap the hearts of this group of people over and over again.

"Pump, pump—"

"Signed, dead—"

Ruhua's knife flashed, and after the second person's mind was stunned, when he didn't wake up, a life was gone. But this kind of quickness and sharpness can make the rest of the people feel fearful.

"Sign. Death—"

Blood continues to splash!

"White sign, live!"

………

………

The cold voice was like a heavy hammer, beating the hearts of the crowd one after another.

One life, two lives. Three lives, four lives......... Liu Xian is like playing a game, taking everyone's lives to play.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore.

"Qinggou, if you want to kill, you will kill, how can you trample us!"

It's a pity that it's not yielding. The roar of a bearded black charcoal head. Yuan glared at Liu Xian like a fire-breathing eye.

"Give me a happy, true believer......"

"Kill. Come and kill me. If I blink my eyes, I'm a grandson......"

"Believers in the true God cannot be killed. We are not afraid of butcher knives......"

There is no need for Liu Xian to order. Abdul and his soldiers had already brought out all the howling and screaming men. "Stupid!" The smile on the corner of Liu Xian's mouth can cold people's hearts, and the flash of the knife is the answer he gave.

Seven human heads fell to the ground, blood spurting upwards from their necks. The passion that the crowd had just been hoisted up was immediately extinguished by this basin of ice water.

If you don't make trouble, you can still live tonight, and if you make trouble, you will die immediately. Everyone's gaze at Liu Xian was even more terrifying. Killing seven people in a row, the understatement of the killing, made Abduli feel a little frightened.

He thought of the first meeting. If you don't answer well, will you end up like this? Of course, this kind of fear is only experienced when death envelops them, and none of them are frightened when they inflict death on others.

The queue is lined up. Liu Xian walked up to the two of them, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the moment he turned around and walked back, the knife light rolled past the necks of the two people, and two heads rolled to the ground.

Dead silence permeated the hall at this moment.

The draw continued, with the first squad followed by the second.

The atmosphere in the hall was so silent.

"It's your turn!"

The fifth man of the second team touched the wooden stick with a trembling hand, but then retracted as violently as if he had been electrocuted. It should really be the bad luck of the people in the back half of the second team, four people were drawn in front of them, and three of them were white lots, which means that only two of the six people in the back were left.

Two dead one, the proportion is already very large. Now two of the three people have died, and the heart of the fifth person is going to suffocate.

The leather cylinder was pressed against the face of the fifth man, and the man's whole face was so white that there was no blood at all, and he trembled with fear, as if he had lost his soul. His eyes stared at the last two wooden sticks in the leather tube, as if he felt the chill of death coming over his face.

The hand reached out to the leather tube again, and the distance that was obviously reached in an instant, but the fifth person felt as long as it had endured for years, and it was as tormented. The moment before the finger touched the stick, the hand suddenly stopped.

The man lowered his hand, lowered his head, and exhaled, "My lord, I surrender!" ”

The man knelt on the ground, but his shoulders were as relieved as if a mountain had been lifted on his back.

Liu Xian smiled...... (To be continued) R655