The second night was not much easier than the first night, although it was certain that there were only three God Exterminators, but there were two fewer people in the same good guy camp! In this case, the probability of choosing yourself increases, and how to keep the other two God Destroyers out of the door is even more crucial.

And the people who remained in their chambers stood on guard, leaning against the door, leaning against it, or standing in front of it. Everyone, choosing their own way, is on guard.

However, on the side of player 12, the big man who had been looking irritable during the day was now sitting on the chair surprisingly calmly and carefully wiping the gun in his hand!

The degree of carefulness, as if this gun was his destined lover, the rough big hand brushed every inch of the gun, wiped off the dust that was not on the gun at all, and sighed at the gun from time to time, which completely showed his obsession with the gun in front of him!

"Click!" The sound of the doorknob being turned sounds, and Player 12 looks up at the turning door, his eyes like a torch.

The doorknob turned counterclockwise downwards as the person outside the door twisted carefully.

When it reached a certain point, only a "bang" was heard, and the door was kicked open vigorously, and the three people outside the door appeared in front of player 12 at once.

The pure white mask obscured the faces of the three people, leaving only the eyes outside, and they could only barely tell that the player in the middle was a hanging triangular eye, and the eyes of the other two players were ordinary and uncharacteristic eyes.

A wide black robe covered the figures of the three of them, and they could barely see that they were concentrated between 176 and 180.

At the same time that player 12 was looking at the three people, the three God Destroyer players were also looking at player 12, and what surprised them the most was the gun in player 12's hand, and at this time, the muzzle of the black hole was pointing at the three people.

The body of the gun that was polished to a shiny glow, glowing with a cold luster, and the three players felt that they were locked by the boundless killing intent at the same time, and a cold sweat quietly fell!

"What are you afraid of, he only has one gun! What's more, at such a close distance, he doesn't necessarily have time to aim and shoot, on! The man on the far left glanced at the timer and spoke, but before he could finish speaking, he pounced directly on Player 12.

The other two players also pounced, and player 12 showed no emotion when they pounced, except for a flash of understanding in the eyes of the man on the left when he spoke, just silently raising the gun in his hand.

A "bang" of gunfire resounded throughout the room after Player 12 glanced at the scope.

The bullet burst out of the muzzle of the gun and passed through the forehead of the player in the middle, piercing the back of the head with a huge momentum, even taking half of the player's head.

Suddenly, the blood stimulated the nerves of the remaining two players, and after being stunned for a moment, they rushed over with red eyes, eager to tear the No. 12 player alive!

Player 12 flashed a trace of bloodthirsty darkness in his eyes, and the right hand holding the gun held the gun on the back of the chair, and the whole person bounced up, but his legs hit his fragile neck at the moment when the player on the right rushed close enough, and with the strength of the previous jump, he twisted it hard, only to hear a "click", and the neck of the player on the right was drooped down.

Then a somersault lands steadily, and the muzzle of the gun is pointed again at the player to the left.

"You did it on purpose!" The player on the left didn't dare to make any more moves towards the muzzle of the gun, but he still said it in an affirmative tone.

"Deliberately messing up the whole audience and causing everyone's dissatisfaction, thus giving us an excuse to kill you and frame others!" The player on the left, as the only player still alive, glared at player 12, and while player 12 had no intention of shooting, he seemed to say his guess, but the tone was more like an explanation to himself.

"Fooled! Fooled! Hahaha...... "The player on the left is facing a mortal ending and is finally completely out of control.

After all, he knew very well that he couldn't escape his current state, and if he hadn't chosen player 12, maybe they would still have a chance to win, but unfortunately they were all angered by player 12's arrogant appearance and lost the judgment they should have.

The player on the left took one last look at Player 12's calm eyes, the fingers that had been placed on the trigger, smiled wryly, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Attention players, ......" announces the end of the Godslayer's operation, and the countdown begins to flash.

The player on the left looks at the muzzle of the gun pointed straight at him, and has to retreat backwards towards the door before turning and running away.

After that, player 12 pulled the trigger with his index finger, only to hear a "click", but no bullet came out, and there was only one bullet in the gun.

The audience who saw this scene exploded directly, especially when they saw Player 12 calmly return to his seat.

"Hold the grass! There's only one bullet in this gun? Cow, this No. 12 is a real cow! ”

"Ahhh It's so handsome, I'm going to call this player number 12! ”

"Tsk, this No. 12 player's skills and courage are not ordinary!"

"Actually, I don't really understand why he didn't just solve the player just now?"

"Maybe it's not enough time?"

"That player probably won't survive!"

"Huh? How do you say that? ”

......

There was a lot of talk in the audience, but the player's side was going through the next crisis, and the time for the wizard to act.

Now, all the players in the room are starting to get nervous.

"Did I say something wrong? Causing a misunderstanding among the sorcerers? ”

"The sorcerer didn't use the potion yesterday, will it be used today?"

"Who will the shaman choose today? I'm not going to be chosen by him, am I? ”

"Do shamans need to fight us too? Killing the sorcerer like this is not good for our good guy camp? ”

The player locked in the small room is in a state of mind as he keeps his previous state, staring at the door of the small room, ready to fight for his life.

Yun Luotian was also as vigilant as before, not daring to relax in the slightest.

This is the first game of the revised rules, and it has been cruel to such a situation, and Yun Luotian finally knows why the audience who has lost their humanity calls the first two games a novice game.

But how dehumanizing this kind of excitement is for the players in it.

In order to survive, he had to point the butcher knife at others.

Because of the compulsion of the rules of the game, it had to be divided into the so-called good guy camp and the god destroyer camp, and even evolved from the original simple battle of words to today's real fighting.

A trace of sadness crossed the eyes of Yun Luotian, but it was full of helplessness. After all, even he is just an insider!

"It's dawn......" Another night passed, Yun Luotian looked at the door that was still closed, and breathed a long sigh of relief, saying that he was cowardly or cowardly, he still hoped that the day when he stained his own blood would come later, and it would be later!

It's just that...... Who died that night? Yun Luotian returned to his chair and thought with his eyes closed.