The wrist was pierced by a slender object, and the pain frantically tortured the young man who was crawling on the ground. He howled in pain, his voice echoing through the door and down the hallway.

"What's going on!"

The strong smell of blood overflowed through the crack in the door, choking his mouth and nose. The guard quickly opened the locked door and widened his eyes at a scene he would never forget.

The pieces of flesh were piled up into a small mountain, and the silent young man who had been in prison for two or three years slowly got up from the blood-covered ground, and the moment he looked at himself, there was an indescribable coldness.

Then, he smiled.

Wrapped in flesh and blood, the young man smiled slightly, his lips red and his teeth white.

Such a strange scene made the experienced prison guards stand still, as if they had strayed into hell on earth, and were speechless by the cold scene in front of them. So, he watched as the boy slapped his palm on his cheek.

In Zhuo Xuan's sight, the frightened eyes of the prison guard first became shrunken and confused, and then slowly became distracted, sluggish, as if someone had been drained of his soul and no longer his own thoughts.

After a while, it was three points similar to his demeanor.

"This is the power of 'tricks'," Zhuo Xuan's eyes danced with excitement, "I didn't expect that there was such power in the world, and it would be difficult to become a god!" ”

It turned out that at the moment when he was forcibly put on a black watch by the mysterious strange man, a cold voice prompt appeared in Zhuo Xuan's mind.

The voice was indistinguishable from male and female, dreamlike, but just by broadcasting it, he had a deep impression like bone marrow.

"Number 3067, welcome back. Activate 'Trick': Missionary. ”

"Missionary: To create a 'strange object' and, after giving it to others, to make them identify with him, and thus become his own 'believer'. The number of believers is related to their own willpower, and the success rate of the trick release is related to the willpower of the other party. ”

There's a lot of information in the short description. With just a cursory reading, Zhuo Xuan immediately believed in its authenticity.

This is not only because of the impact of the tragic death of the man just now, but also because of the crazy work of values that have long been distorted in Zhuo Xuan's heart.

"Be a god, and then let them feel the pain."

……

I can't remember how many times this was a mission.

However, only this containment mission brought Zhuo Xuan the greatest fear.

The greatest fear, for him now, is the most beautiful thing.

Struggling between death and survival, sinking in the gap between nightmare and paradise, and then taking "survival" as the fruit of victory that can only be harvested after fighting in this jungle. Just thinking about it, Zhuo Xuan was already trembling with excitement.

The beast played a game with them.

Roll the dice.

It was an irregular dice, with zero 1234567 printed on each of the eight sides, a full eight numbers.

The zero point occupies the largest area, and the eight point occupies the smallest area.

What the Chosen have to do is to rely entirely on luck, throw the dice, and the number of points thrown represents the number of people who can survive the Chosen on the spot.

The excess number must be cut down by themselves, otherwise the "beast" hidden in the shadows will kill everyone.

When the Chosen ones found out about this rule, they all looked horrified. They survived one task after another, experiencing the preciousness of survival and the joy of being above ordinary people, and no one wanted to be the unlucky ghost who died, and no one wanted to be buried in this uninhabited wilderness.

And so a thrilling battle between the Chosen One ensues, tricks and tricks abound, and a loud bang erupts in the hut in the wilderness, and then everything falls silent.

By mistake, the dice are rolled a little bit.

This means that only one will survive to the end.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Xuan opened his mouth, tears overflowed in his eyes, and he couldn't help yawning.

On the ground, rivers of blood flowed and several corpses died tragically. They clutched all sorts of strangely shaped monsters in their hands, and they still struggled one last time before they died.

However, those dead people were not Zhuo Xuan's focus, what he really cared about was a woman standing in the other corner of the room.

An exaggerated wound crossed Zhuo Xuan's face, and the flesh was turned outward, revealing pink flesh, all thanks to the woman.

It's been a long time since I've had such a painful experience.

Zhuo Xuan was still smiling.

The woman who had given herself such a trauma was not happy, she broke an arm, and the white bones of Sensen peeked out of the wound, and thick blood continued to drip down.

In fact, the woman's combat power was less than half of what she used to be.

What made Zhuo Xuan relax his vigilance even more was that if the woman didn't stop the bleeding in time, she would probably die of shock soon after, and it would not be her turn to take action at all.

Even if he doesn't make a move, Zhuo Xuan has an absolute advantage.

Little by little, death was reaching out its claws to the woman.

"Your tricks are very powerful," the woman said suddenly, her voice hoarse, her long gray-black hair covering half of her cheeks, adding to the mystery, "to control the three Chosen ones in the first place, and let them fight in your place." ”

"You're not bad," Zhuo Xuan squinted his eyes and smiled, his eyes were always on the woman's ankle, the fresh scar on his face constantly stimulated his pain, reminding him not to let his guard down, "I didn't expect you to be such a good woman as a woman." ”

The two were suddenly speechless.

At night, a dead wilderness, wooden houses suddenly appeared. Zhuo Xuan and the woman were still facing each other, and their eyes involuntarily moved to the table in the center of the room.

There, a tiny dice lay quietly, like a demon's eyeball staring at the living people in the room.

Outside the window, the night is covered, and the ghosts in the sky are crying mercilessly. If you listen closely, you will be able to detect the low roar hidden in the wail.

It's the "beast", it's approaching.

Had to make a decision.

Holding tightly the dagger that had taken countless lives, there were still some fine pieces of flesh on the blade, and the fresh corpse on the ground oozed the last drop of blood...... Zhuo Xuan took a slow step, came to the pale woman, stretched out his hand, and lifted her long hair covering her cheeks.

"Don't be nervous, my knife will be quick—"

He was suddenly stunned.

The rotting flesh and blood on the half of his face, which was covered by long hair, squirmed, as if he had experienced the devastated land after the disaster, and he couldn't help but roll his throat.

Some want to throw up.

"I don't want to die," her voice was a little tired, but calm.

"Your face ......"

"I didn't finish the last mission," the woman gently patted Zhuo Xuan's hand away, "so that 'beast' is parasitic in my body, it is devouring my vitality little by little, I don't want to die." ”

Zhuo Xuan didn't speak, he wanted to end this nightmare that made his scalp tingle quickly, so he slowly pressed the blade against the woman's neck.