Chen Jianing looked at the sand people who suddenly became fanatical from quiet in horror, she didn't know what the result announced by Pop represented, but it was certainly not a good thing.

Ding Xiu's teeth were clenched, and he wanted to kill people very much at the moment. The rope that binds him can only restrain his hands, and he also has feet, and even his head can be used as a weapon.

He desperately suppressed the impulse in his heart, just afraid that his resistance would anger these thugs, and he was worried that the thugs would use more cruel methods on Chen Jianing.

This is the result that Ding Xiuning would rather die than see.

The cheers continued for a while, until an old man stepped out of a small building.

The sandfolk fell silent again, and Pop trotted over to the old man and reported to him what had just happened.

"It turns out that this old man is the leader of the camp." Ding Xiu secretly thought in his heart, he is not a person who is willing to accept his fate, even if he is in the hands of the enemy, he is looking for every possibility to fight back.

The old man nodded slightly, and the Yin Owl's gaze swept over Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing's faces one by one.

Without saying a word, he turned and went back to the building.

Pope beckoned to his subordinates, and those people dragged Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing to follow, and then entered another small building.

There was also a group of ragged people in the small building, including women and old people. They looked at the man and woman who were escorted in by their companions, their eyes full of numbness.

As he passed by the hall in the middle, Ding Xiu suddenly heard someone shouting his name loudly.

The sandman who was escorting him stopped, and Ding Xiu turned his head to find that the sound was coming from a man bound in chains on the wall.

Ding Xiu didn't recognize the man at first glance, and it wasn't until he combined the voice that he confirmed the man's identity.

"Wu Mo!"

"Haha, Ding Xiu, you also have today." Wu Mo laughed wildly, and a sickly flush suddenly appeared on his withered dead gray face. When he saw Ding Xiu being caught by Shamin, he was so excited that his whole body trembled, and the chains on his body kept ringing.

Ding Xiu was very surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that Wu Mo, who had fled into the desert that day, was alive and still appeared here.

"Ding Xiu, you didn't kill Lao Tzu last time, but this time you have to walk ahead of Lao Tzu."

Wu Mo roared wildly to vent the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for many days, he was naked at the moment, and only his private parts were covered by a piece of cloth. The excessive excitement made the green tendons on his body bulge, and several tubes inserted in his body kept shaking with his body.

There was a red liquid flowing from the tube, and the other end was plugged into a strange container.

Ding Xiu only glanced at Wu Mo, and his gaze fell on the container, and he saw that the container seemed to be soaked in Wu Mo's blood with a living creature.

Ding Xiu couldn't see the true face of the living creature clearly, and visually, it was only half the size of a palm.

"That's what they said before, 'Putaylor'?" Ding Xiu suddenly thought of the creature that the little leader named Pope had mentioned to be fed with blood, and a chill suddenly arose in his heart.

"Let's go." Shamin, who was holding Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing, pushed them and continued to lead the two to the room inside.

This room was very large, but the furnishings inside were very strange, and before Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing were brought in, it was empty. However, the two were escorted into the house, and the other sandfolk also rushed in.

They gathered Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing in the center of the room, with only a table and two chairs.

There were also two six-round revolvers, mounted on the table.

The pistols were attached to wooden sticks with a pair of gloves on the handles.

The muzzles of the two pistols were facing each other, and the table under the guns was covered with dark brown blood.

The surrounding sandmen began to scream excitedly, and someone pressed Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing on the seats at both ends of the table.

Chen Jianing struggled to sit down, and the smart girl had already guessed what those people were going to do next.

Ding Xiu was also pressed into a chair, and he saw Pope come out of the crowd, still with that sad smile on his face.

One of Ding Xiu's hands was tied to the leg of the chair under him, and so was Chen Jianing.

"It's time to place your bets." Pope shouted, and the people around him handed him the banknotes.

"Ding Xiu, they want us to shoot at each other!" Chen Jianing's face turned pale, after escaping the rift, she had been looking forward to the arrival of her family, but she didn't expect that death would still refuse to let her go.

Ding Xiu's heart was not good, these thugs actually arranged for the two of them to shoot at each other.

Pop was collecting the money, and a sand man came over and pressed Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing by the neck, and stuffed their other hand into the glove at the handle of the gun.

"Place your bets, hurry up, start betting." Pop's hands were full of money, but there were still countless hands holding it around him.

The sandmen who had paid the money began to roar feverishly, and some continued to rummage through their pockets for the remaining bills. Those who spent money were all over the place, although they were not the Brie that Ding Xiu knew, but they obviously had a certain amount of circulation among the Shamin's group.

"Bet! Bet! Bet! The surrounding sand people began to shout unified slogans, and Pop took the money from more people.

The muzzle of the black hole was facing each other, and Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing suddenly longed for time to stop.

"This is the border guards, this ...... It's his woman. Pop collected the money and began to announce the content of the event. The roulette wheel went to 'Counter fire', which was a stroke of heaven. ”

"Wouldn't it be more exciting for him to die at the gunpoint of his woman than for us to kill this soldier?" Pope shouted loudly, and he turned his gaze to Chen Jianing's body again, "Or let this soldier's woman die under his gun, hahahaha!" ”

Laughing wildly with pleasure, these thugs are showing Ding Xiu their crazy side.

"Bet is over." Pop came to the table and began to load each of the two guns fixed on the table.

"Ding Xiu......" Chen Jianing's body was trembling.

"Jia Ning, don't be afraid, I won't pull the trigger on you." Ding Xiu said categorically, there was already a kind of determination in his eyes that regarded death as home.

As if hearing Ding Xiu's words, Pop's eyes were full of contempt, he leaned down at the table and said jokingly: "Now, I'll count down from five, and after the countdown is over, I want you all to pull the trigger." If I finish counting and you don't shoot, I'm going to keep adding two bullets to each gun. ”

"I think you know what I mean, let's get started." Pop finished speaking, his trademark grime of compassion came back to his face.

Chen Jianing's body was trembling, and Ding Xiu's chest was also rising and falling violently.

Seeing that the two of them didn't move, Pope yelled, "Shoot! Pull the fucking trigger. ”

"If you can survive five rounds, I'll let you go, how about it?" He had just collected the money, so he didn't want the gambling game to end hastily because of the lack of cooperation between the two, so he followed the temptation.

Pope has a hundred ways to kill Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing, but he wants both of them to die in this game.

"Pope, if they don't shoot again, you're going to give us the money back." Seeing that Ding Xiu and Chen Jianing had not moved for a long time, some people around them began to coax.

Pop hurried past to appease the disgruntled, although he was a small leader, he also spoke and acted according to the rules here. If too many of his men were dissatisfied, the leader of the camp would most likely remove him.

"Jia Ning, pull the muzzle as low as possible, and then pull the trigger." Ding Xiu took advantage of Pop to walk away and whispered.

"I can't do it, Ding Xiu." Chen Jianing shook her head, tears flowing.

"This is our only chance, trust me." Ding Xiu continued to persuade.

Chen Jianing just lowered her head and wept silently.

Pope walked back, pressed his hand on the table, and looked at the two of them.

"I counted to five." He planned to use all the coercion and temptation: "If you don't shoot again, my patience will be gone." ”

“5。”

“4。”

“3。”

"Wait a minute!" Just as Pop was about to continue counting, Ding Xiu suddenly shouted at him.

"What?" Pop was stunned for a moment.

"Change the bet." Ding Xiu said.

Pope's eyebrows furrowed, "I'll listen." ”

"You put three bullets in her gun and make her play two rounds......"

"Ding Xiu! What are you talking about? Chen Jianing shouted silently, the tears in her eyes slid into her mouth, and the tip of her tongue was full of bitterness.

"Pick up." Ding Xiu's tone was firm, "If I don't die after two rounds, you let her go, and I'll stay at your disposal." ”。

"Nope! Ding Xiu! I don't promise! Chen Jianing struggled to stop Ding Xiu, but she couldn't move, and Ding Xiu ignored her words.

Ding Xiu wanted to increase the probability of Chen Jianing's life, so that the number of bullets in the muzzle of his own gun increased to four.

When Chen Jianing shoots, the probability of a bullet flying out of the muzzle will suddenly increase from 16.7% to 66.7%.

"High stakes, high yields, I like it." Pope walked up to Chen Jianing, put one hand on her gun, and loaded three more bullets into the drum.

"Sweetheart, do you want me to teach you how to shoot?" He turned the drum of the revolver and brought his face to Chen Jianing.

"Fuck off, you ugly bastard." The breath in Pop's mouth made the girl a little sick.

Chen Jianing thought of Ding Xiu's reminder just now, and finally made up her mind in her heart. Ding Xiu told her to pull the muzzle of the gun as low as possible, if the action of firing the gun was done by Pope holding his hand, then Ding Xiu's advice would not be realized.

Pope stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, looking at Chen Jianing with a gaze like a jackal staring at a lamb.

"I've counted from 5 to 3 just now, I hope you can move faster." Chen Jianing's insult did not make Pop angry, but aroused some desire to conquer in his heart.

“2。”

“1。”

"Click." The moment Pope finished counting, Chen Jianing closed her eyes, and her gun went off.

Empty bombs!

She gasped heavily, her heart beating faster than ever before.

"Go on." Before she could regain her composure, Pop's voice flew back like a spell.

Ding Xiu stared at Chen Jianing's muzzle and adjusted his sitting posture slightly.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! The shouts around him came and went, and the enthusiasm of the onlookers was aroused by the shot just now.

For them, it's interesting that the first shot is empty, because the probability of a bullet being fired in the second shot has become 80%.