The knives that jumped up and down and the numbers counted by their owners struck the hearts of the homeless people one by one.

They looked at Ilia with anticipation and fear, expecting her to choose an unlucky person to die in their place, and they were afraid that the unlucky person would really be themselves.

“…… Three, two, one, noon has arrived. Li Wenwen finished the movement in his hand, stood up, and pinched the tip of the knife with his right hand, "Come, first, see who is so lucky." ”

"Wait a minute!" Ilia screamed frantically, but the pain in her body prevented her from stopping the madman's madness.

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky." Li Wenwen closed his eyes, "Whoever I throw the knife at, whose confinement will be contacted, as for whether the knife will hit or not, whether the other party will die, I can't care." ”

As soon as these words came out, the homeless people who were originally desperate immediately had a beautiful feeling called "hope" on their faces, and the crazy color of survival appeared in their eyes.

The shiny knife was thrown, and the playful eyes opened.

The knife fell from a little boy's hair, and the rune that had imprisoned him was lifted, and luck seemed to take care of him—at least in the eyes of others.

Tears welled up in the little boy's eyes.

The fear of the past and the beauty of the present are intertwined in his heart, and now only a cry can ease this feeling.

But he didn't dare to cry out loud, for fear of suddenly angering the evil demon king.

These thoughts flashed through the little boy's mind, and he immediately held back all his emotions and turned to run.

"Oops, has the technology regressed? It's really distressing. Li Wenwen said with distress.

The outcasts and Ilia were relieved.

"I'm going to have to be more serious next time."

This sentence once again choked their newly relaxed hearts, and even a look of jealousy appeared in the eyes of the outcasts - who would like those lucky ones?

Li Wenwen looked at the changing facial expressions of the homeless people in front of him, and the sense of pleasure slowly rose - although it was as insignificant as a dessert before a big meal, it was still good to make himself happy.

And--Li Wenwen showed a perverted smile on his face, the corners of his mouth almost reached the root of his ears, and his face was instantly distorted (ah~I love the face of the big sister of Quetzalcoatl~Make a complaint, don't mind)-Whether that little boy is lucky or not is still a question.

In a place where it is not noticed, the Stanzas of Dzyan, which has been opened, glows with an eerie purple glow.

Human beings are constantly in fear, and their feelings will gradually die. Terror in the true sense of the word does not refer to the static that does not change, but the dynamic that changes: the transition from hope to despair, the horror of that moment. What do you think? This fresh taste of horror and death.

Now let's look at the classic words of the marshal, which is very inspiring.

"So, what's next...... Ten, nine, eight, seven, six......"

Ilia seemed to leave everything to the vanity of luck, and fear and pain—both physical and spiritual—made her feel like an ostrich, burying her head in her arms, trying to make herself forget about it.

Cut, it looks like it's going to be a little harder, a little auditory stimulation. Li Wenwen thought to himself.

A purple pattern appears on the knife.

“…… Three, two, one. ”

The knife contains a malicious throw.

This time in front of a young woman's toes.

This woman, who usually serves as a tool for venting desires, money-making items and bait, has long been dead in her heart, and she usually lives like a corpse, and even if she is arrested this time, she is as calm as a dead corpse in the face of Li Wenwen's malicious taste.

This long-broken mind is finally alive again.

Tears—unlike the tears of the little boy before him, which were simply tears of excitement, crossed the faces that tried to make expressions again.

The woman who was about to run towards the hope in front of her heard the devil's joke again at the starting line.

"That knife isn't your average knife, I threw it there on purpose."

The sea devil, whose body is made up of tentacles, arrives next door to the FZ Outer Set and once again pulls the woman back into darkness - although this time it is permanent darkness.

Li Wenwen saw the woman's last despair, although death was a kind of dream relief for the previous woman, but now it is indeed a complete disgust.

I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light.

This famous quote from the American poetess Emily Dickinson, written circa 1872, is now very wonderful and correct.

The rattling of bones and the chewing of muscles sounded in Ilia's ears—the sound of Li Wenwen deliberately amplifying the voice, of course.

"Oh yes, there would have been another lucky one, but it's a pity ......" Li Wenwen walked to Iliya's side, "Who told you to do this, I originally got it for you, since you can't see it, then I can only have some auditory stimulation." ”

Li Wenwen walked back to his place and projected a knife again.

"If you're still like that, they're all going to die."

"Now, the third place, ten, nine, eight, seven, six......"

PS: I'm now thinking about whether to follow the great Mr. · Quin's call to carry out a great cause of fishing, or the second watch.