Li Yuan and Zhou are the strongest obsessions I have ever seen, and there is no one.

Why can't the Scarlet Round Table, which is already so strong, leave its habitat and become a free body?

Now I suddenly remembered that one of the movies I had seen in reality was the one called The Grudge.

Sadako in that movie is also killing people everywhere, as long as anyone who enters the room where she is, no matter where they are hiding or how far away, they will eventually be killed by her.

But she also has a restriction, she can't kill people at will, and she can't just walk out of that room.

The only thing she could kill was the people who entered the room.

It's similar to the Scarlet Table Chamber, and if we hadn't entered the Crimson Table, he wouldn't have been able to control us.

Just like the bookmark at the beginning, if I hadn't picked it up, I'm afraid that no matter how strong the secret room is, it won't be able to kill me at will.

Sadako is a special label for the person who enters the room, and uses the label to start erasing the person who escapes.

The Scarlet Round Table relies on bookmarks, and the bookmarks he gives should actually be a special positioning system, specially used to locate us, or kill us.

When the curtain fell, the blood on the stage was completely gone, and only the blood under our feet continued to flow.

"Thirty-five, I want to ask you, do you know why we ate the corpses of our companions?"

I suddenly came to my senses, why the hell was thinking so far, didn't you know that I was in the game now?

When I came to my senses, I turned my head to look at the other side, and the thirty-fifth was only two people away from me.

It's the position of these two people, and I can probably see each other's looks clearly.

It was a young man with a pale face, who looked at the stage in horror.

The man holding the Daguan knife looked at him coldly.

Only then did I realize that although the curtain had fallen, the man holding the Daguan knife was not covered by the curtain.

He was standing next to the curtain, his eyes grim.

Without his hanging white beard, the man looks very young, and it is not much different from my estimate.

Thirty-five was almost completely stunned, his lips squirming a few times, but he couldn't utter a word.

I understand how he feels, we all rely on cursed things to participate in the game.

At this point, we should all be veterans.

But just because we are all old players, it also caused us to suddenly lose the cursed thing, and we became very helpless.

When faced with obsession, it is like an unarmed child, facing an adult that we can only look up to.

If we can't take out the bookmark, we lose the curse, and without the curse, we simply can't resist the obsession.

This is common sense that all participants believe, but it is precisely because of this that we become at a loss at this time, and even have the illusion that we are overwhelmed and do not know what to do.

In fact, this kind of thing is because we believe in cursed things too much, and we rely too much on cursed things.

This kind of dependence and belief causes us to lose the cursed thing, and we no longer know what to do, what to do when we face obsession, and what to do.

That's why the young man, when he was asked a question, was so frightened that his body trembled, and it is estimated that even his brain froze.

"Thirty-five, please answer."

The knife-wielding man, who had waited for a long time and had not heard an answer, spoke coldly again.

The Daguan knife in his hand was slightly skewed, and the sharp blade reflected the cold light, shining on No. 35.

Thirty-five looked around with pleading eyes, and everyone avoided him, not daring to look at him.

"I don't know the answer can open the box, when the Scarlet Round Table says the rules, are you sleeping?"

I don't know who it was, muttering such a sentence in the dark.

I couldn't help but change my eyes slightly, what seemed to be a helpful sentence was actually a trap.

From the beginning of the game to the present, all of our game participants have not opened the box, and no one dares to open the box placed next to them.

Because no one knows what's inside the box.

The angel is on the right and the demon is on the left, and if you choose the wrong one, you will die immediately.

But in the same way, if you answer the question incorrectly, you will die.

Choice, just to give us one more way to be reborn, it seems to be life, and it is very likely to die.

The young man, who had already fallen into despair, did not think so much about it, and looked down at the two boxes on the left and right, two boxes with angels and demons depicted.

"Thirty-five, answer the question."

In an instant, the man holding the Daguan knife stood in front of him.

Daguan Dao was raised diagonally, exactly like the posture he used to kill women on the stage, just like when he was in the war, killing all the way out.

If you don't answer the question again, the daesaki will cut down and tear the young man apart.

Thirty-five didn't have time to think about anything else, and immediately opened the box next to him.

Anxious, he only hoped that he could survive, and subconsciously chose an angel.

The box is not locked, but can be easily opened with a slight lift.

The open box was empty, nothing.

"Brush"

The Daguan knife slashed down diagonally, smashing large swaths of the ground.

Missed?

No, this man came all the way from the battlefield, and it is impossible for him to miss.

If he missed, he would have died in the war, and war does not give people a second chance.

Since it's not a miss, it's the box that works.

Angel on the right, demon on the left, can the angel's box withstand a mortal attack?

I wasn't quite sure, so I could only watch from afar, watching what was about to happen.

"You're in luck, kid."

The man put away the Daguan knife, turned around and returned to the stage, directly behind the scenes.

Is it just luck? I turned my head to look at the others, and they all looked like the kid was going shit luck.

I look at the box around me, are the angels really protecting us?

Fifty percent of the odds of choice, half of life and death, is everything just a matter of luck?

No, I don't think so.

In fact, the more seemingly simple the choice, the more changes are revealed in it.

Without warning, the curtain suddenly opened.

Now it should be the third play, the third to be staged.

The first to play is a guy who looks a little ruffian, this kid is a clown, that is, a clown in Peking Opera.

Two knives hung from his waist, one black and one white, as if they were fake knives that had been whitewashed.

But actually, we all know that this thing is absolutely real.

In the two battles just now, none of us were stupid, and we almost all understood that the repertoire and weapons used on the stage were absolutely real.

The clown is a confession, although I don't like Peking Opera very much, but occasionally I will see a lot of scenes about Peking Opera.

Most of the plays, very few clowns read the confession.

Before the clown's recitation was over, the woman with water sleeves had already come to the stage, and the long water sleeves drew a trace of arc in the air, and her soft and moving posture completely attracted the attention of the clown.