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Mean, mean, what's the use of screaming again? Can you change Zhu Biao's mind?

Who is a fool of a person who has practiced kung fu to a high level? Of course, I know that this is Zhu Biao's plan to divide the sky, or a clear plan to divide the line. But the threat of death hangs over the head, which is 'discord', and it can't suppress the survival instinct in people!

Of course, if all of these people have the firm consciousness of the heroes before the founding of the Red Dynasty, they will definitely not be separated by this little scheme. But at present, this group of people, either because of relatives and friends, or because of interests, or because of prospects, joined the 'Tang King Organization', how can their will be compared with those heroic spirits of the Red Dynasty who have firm beliefs.

Pingtan's loud shouting also won a few white eyeballs for himself, because in the eyes of those dart and white-eyed people, Pingtan didn't have a backache when he stood and talked. He himself doesn't have to die tonight, and when Lao Tzu doesn't die, he will also call a few voices 'righteousness'!

"Give you a quarter of an hour!" Zhu Biao pressed one step at a time.

From silent to sāo chaotic, from sāo chaotic to silent. The captives were still looking at each other, but they were not as sunk as before, and their eyes were full of suspicion and strangeness.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and no one had yet stepped forward.

"What? Don't want to die? Want to live? Zhu Biao's laughter scraped on everyone's faces like a knife. Are you willing to surrender? ”

Of course, he would not surrender like this, and every captive was evasive and unwilling to look at Zhu Biao.

"If you want to surrender or not, if you don't want to die, what do you say you want to do? Do I want Lao Tzu to kill you, or will I let you go? ”

"Zhu Biao thief. Hugh has to sow discord. If you want to kill, you can kill, where is so much nonsense! Nangong Yu was like an angry lion, glaring angrily. If it was possible, he wanted to swallow Zhu Biao in one bite and chew hard in his mouth.

Zhu Biao ignored him at all, and his eyes were still looking at the sixty or seventy good people in the hall.

"I don't think it through. This man is all deadly. Ants are still greedy for life, but they are human? Since you are left to decide for yourselves who will live and who will not, you cannot decide. Then, I'll come up with a solution for you! How? ”

Zhu Biao stretched out his hand to take a bamboo skewer of the same thickness from Dou Bing, and looked at the writing on the lower half of the bamboo skewer. Some of them are still green and white, smiling with satisfaction, and finding a pen holder and putting it in. Shaking the pen holder like a sign in his hand, he walked to the front of the captive.

What is this for? Drawing? Some of the captives have already reacted, but more of them are still at a loss to look at the pen holder and bamboo sticks.

Zhu Biao flicked the pen holder, "Did you see it?" Five of the ten sticks are with words, and whoever draws the five with words will die! Master, I'll send you on your way with my own hands—"

Sixty or seventy pairs of eyes stared at the pen holder in Zhu Biao's hand together. The eyes all fell on the bamboo sticks in there.

A small bamboo stick can decide a person's life and death. Will you survive tonight? It's all up to your luck.

"Now a team of ten people, a team of ten people, and a tea time is ready!"

In the sad breeze, you will definitely not be able to stand. You can move your hands and feet.

Maybe it was Zhu Biao's previous killing that completely broke the temper of some of them, or maybe the real fierce man would not be here at all. Anyway, when Zhu Biao said this, none of the sixty or seventy people stood up to resist.

Zhu Biao stopped talking nonsense, raised his hand and raised the Longquan sword: "Next, there are those who dare to move." Kill! ”

Immediately, Song Yingzhu, Mu Xuehua, Liu Zhiyuan and the others all pulled out their swords and stared at the sixty or seventy people in the hall motionlessly. There is no sympathy, no pity, there is only contempt and sneering - traitors who betray the country, collude with foreigners, everyone will be punished!

The sword light is like practice, and the sword light is like snow.

The captives' faces changed rapidly. I seemed to wonder if I should draw that lot.

But everyone knows it very well in their hearts, Zhu Biao will definitely not play false if he says it clearly. The captives all knew that if they drew lots. Life and death are added to the two-one, and five-one; But if you refuse to draw lots, then what awaits you is definitely immediate death.

Kill five out of ten, but there is still half a chance to survive, and if you draw it, you can only draw it. If you don't smoke it, you will die immediately, and if you smoke it, you may not die...... God bless, Buddha bless, don't let me draw that lottery......

A few people began to pray, and those who were more sincere put their palms together.

In the face of life and death, no one does not think, they secretly pray, chanting about all kinds of immortals, and even chanting about the heavenly spirits of their fathers and ancestors to protect themselves.

Every captive would rather believe that luck is on their side. Zhu Biao's move was too vicious to break the will and belief of the captives.

The psychological suggestion of the self, the disintegration of the heart, is far more effective than torture and beating.

There is a sāo movement in the silence, a sāo movement of the heartbeat.

"The hour has come, the lottery begins!"

Zhu Biao gave the captives enough time to make psychological choices, but he couldn't let it go too wide. It's tight and there's plenty of time, but there's no way to waste it. "Pick out those boys and fill the last column!"

Sixty-six people, four missing from the last column. Under Zhu Biao's order, Dou Bing stepped forward and proposed four Nangong family disciples to throw them into the prisoner pile. provoked Nangong Yu to scold, but before the first sentence came out, Dou Bing turned his head and picked up Nangong Yu.

"Bang Bang-" A few big ear scrapers were pulled over, and Nangong Yu's face was swollen like a pig's head. A dumb hole was thrown on the ground. "If you dare to have a bad mouth, feed you and pee!"

The eyes then glanced at Nangong Qinyin and Nangong Huanliang, "You two old guys don't have to work blindly." The secret treasure of the young master of my family, after you are hit, you will become a soft bone worm if you are a congenital grandmaster! ”

Zhu Biao glanced over there, and then turned his gaze back to the front again, with a slight smile on his face, which made the people in the first row chill in their hearts. "Let's start the lottery!"

The pen holder reached for the captive at the front. This man was in his thirties, with a long body and a clear face, dressed in a soapy robe, and made a chain hammer.

Wang Yuanbiao's face was constantly changing, although he knew that there would be this moment. But only when the bamboo stick is really placed in front of him, the feeling of palpitations will be so clear. It's not like believing that luck is on your side and you can simply fool it through.

When the threat of death is imminent, and the hope of survival is close at hand, how many people are willing to face death head-on?

Just like Zhu Biao thinks, Wang Yuanbiao, these Jianghu guests, may not really forget their ancestors and betray the country, they may also have a certain amount of hardship. For example, if you get on a thief ship, you can't get off? For example, was he deceived by the Nangong family?

There is no iron card organization to show up, and the Nangong family is still quite confused when they gather people by themselves. But in any case, these people must know their backers well by now.

If you are a resolute person, if you are a strong person, no matter how much hardship you have, you will not continue to join forces and continue to work for King Tang.

Many of these people have already escaped once, and once they have escaped, they have escaped a second time. Deserters have no real courage, let alone real blood.

Wang Yuanbiao accepted his fate.

My heart was beating faster, and when my hand reached for the pen holder, I immediately started to tremble slightly.

wiped it, Wang Yuanbiao closed his eyes and didn't dare to draw the lot.

"Smoke it!" The smile on Zhu Biao's face was about to go down, and a murderous aura forced Wang Yuanbiao. At that moment, Wang Yuanbiao thought that he was in a sea of blood, and 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, and he didn't have the courage to be the first to surrender.

"Smoke quickly—" Mu Xuehua shouted sharply.

The Northern Han, the little Northern Han, actually gathered so many people who had forgotten their ancestors, and he felt ashamed. There will be no politeness to Wang Yuanbi.

Swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, his fingers crossed the top of the bamboo stick, Wang Yuanbiao was ruthless in his heart, and pulled out a stick violently!

Wow!

My heart stopped beating. Wang Yuanbiao 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.

Zhu Biao's slight hum came from his ears, "Count yourself lucky, white sign, live, get out of the way!" ”

White sign? Live!

Wang Yuanbi was tense and even suddenly relaxed, and a wave of ecstasy that escaped from the sky flowed in his heart, and his eyes were about to drop tears.

Zhu Biao's cold voice sounded as pleasant to him, and his body was shaking constantly because he was too excited, even more than before. His face quickly turned from pale to ruddy, and he let out a sigh of relief, and moved his hands and feet away a little. Shen Sè glanced at the other nine people in a complicated manner, and muttered slightly, but did not say anything.

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

Zhu Biao's gaze fell on the second person's face, "It's your turn!" ”

glanced at Wang Yuanbiao, to be honest, he didn't want to be the first to draw a dead lot, which was inevitably too much, and he didn't perfectly express his intention to 'leave a way to live' for the captives.

The first lottery is good, and it can trigger the survival of the rest of the people. Because it's real—live!

As for the faces of the other nine people, Zhu Biao ignored them. It's nothing more than envy of the first guy, and worry about yourself. Except for the first guy, the remaining nine people are afraid that they are all muttering in their hearts - bless him for winning the 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. Zhu Biao could clearly see that his face was blue and his arms were trembling, and he was trembling more obviously. His expression was hesitating, looking at the pen holder in Zhu Biao's hand in a daze, he was in great pain, and he didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

"Pump!"

Zhu Biao urged loudly, but he didn't mean to be strong at all, as if he was driving people crazy, and he wanted to force him little by little. His current voice is the best 'pressing' weapon, and his urging is to whip everyone's hearts over and over again.

"Pump, pump—"