Hearing this, there was an immediate commotion around him.

Because we all know that this thing is already dead.

His question is impossible to talk about at all, a person who is already dead, suddenly asks you why he is still alive, how should this be answered?

Truth be told, everyone knows that this question can't be answered, but we still have to answer it.

Those who do not answer or deliberately delay time have already set a precedent with their lives, and we cannot offend.

"Because you were meant to be a dead man." Twenty-eight replied loudly, his hand already pressed to the box, ready to open it at any moment.

Probably wanting to wait for the other party to say that he had answered incorrectly, so he immediately opened the box.

Angels or demons, the same size of the box, does the effect also be the same?

"If you answer incorrectly, you have to ......"

"Click"

The twenty-eighth didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and directly opened the box with the angel on it.

The human head came to him in an instant, and he sneered: "Since I have judged that the answer is wrong, even if you open the box, you will die." ”

"Poof"

Twenty-eight had been pierced in the chest, and the headless corpse had scurried behind him for some time, palms passing through his body and his heart sticking out of his chest.

The bloody heart is still beating, and the head of the person is a mouthful, tearing the heart apart and swallowing it.

When the man in the official uniform returned to the curtain, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time wondered why the woman could ask so many questions just now.

I pinched my earlobe, using the pain to make myself a little clearer.

The real danger at the moment is not the game, but the second fat man hidden among the participants of the game.

I've got to find him, and I'm going to kill him.

Otherwise, he would definitely do something to me while hiding in the shadows.

Last time, I was killed in the chaos, and if I do it again this time, it will definitely wipe me out completely.

I still kept it the same way I was, tapping my left eye with my hand.

"Find someone for me."

The dim light doesn't have much impact on the blood-dripping man.

After all, as an obsession, he prefers darkness.

"I can only help you once, there is something in the theater that may find me." The blood-dripping man agreed, but also told me very clearly that he could only help me once.

In my calculations, there should be something similar to the Scarlet Round Table here.

If this thing were to find out about the existence of the Blood Spiller, we would both be dead.

I told the little fat man what he looked like, and as for what kind of clothes he was wearing, we were both on the battlefield at the time, and I couldn't tell it.

The man on the blood dripping used my eyes to look around.

"The sixth position in the third row on the left, you are sitting too low, I can't see the number."

Sure enough, dimness had no effect on the blood-dripping man.

I've found you, little fat man No. 2, I don't know if you have a chance to be resurrected.

I rubbed my sour left eye, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of my mouth.

In the order from the first row to the first, there are about six people in each row, and the sixth position in the third row, which is the eighteenth.

I silently wrote down the number in my mind and turned my head to look at the stage.

The new repertoire has begun, and the first to appear is which water sleeve girl.

Her belly bulged slightly, pregnant?

I can't help but frown, cheating without contraception, what is this idea? Do you really want to live with a clown for the rest of your life?

The water sleeve girl seemed to be very happy, dancing the dance at the beginning, looking leisurely and complacent.

It's just that I don't know how long her joy will last, because we all know in the audience that the clown tortures a woman to death, and even kills the other party's husband.

Before the women's dance was finished, the clown with black and white knives on his waist and crotch had already entered the stage, carrying a cloth bag full of blood.

Even he still has blood stains on his body, which is the blood stained by killing others.

The clown threw the cloth bag in his hand to the woman, and told the woman with great interest what he had done.

The originally gentle woman would actually show a smile on her face, sit quietly next to the clown, and ask from time to time where he stabbed another woman.

To be honest, just hearing the clown's narration sent chills out of my body.

I really didn't expect that woman to show excitement, as if she liked this feeling very much.

The two of them were chatting happily, and they didn't want to rush in from the door to catch two people who were catching the same fast, and the two of them were going to catch the clown when they came in.

"Brush"

The sword light flashed in front of our eyes, and along with the knife light, it was a bloody color.

The clown with black and white knives used his knife to chop down the two catchers and handed the white knife in his hand to the woman.

"Go, cut off their hands and feet."

The woman who was still pregnant looked scared at first, but then took the white knife with an excited face.

Right in front of our eyes, one by one, the hands and feet of the two fast catchers were cut off.

The two catchers are not dead, they are still alive, alive to feel their hands and feet being cut off, to feel the blood that belongs to them, to soak their bodies.

The earth-shattering screams rang out, and the rest of us were numb, numb to everything on stage.

After all, before they screamed, there was a woman who had been screaming for more than an hour.

Next, there is the most common tearing corpse on the stage, destroying the corpse.

It was estimated that it was too bloody, and the curtain fell early.

Only the sound of the knife slashing through the flesh kept coming from the sound of the hair standing on end at the sound of the hair.

The whole theater was silent, and this creepy chopping sound was especially loud.

"Twelve, why did the two of us die?"

Two bodies twisted, apparently patchwork limbs and two catches of various bodies, appear on the sides of the stage at the same time.

Twelve's face was pale, not to mention that he was afraid, all of us, as long as we were named to ask questions, we would probably be afraid.

Twelve-One didn't speak, his hands moving back and forth between the two boxes to the left and right.

He looked at the two boxes beside him with a look of embarrassment, thinking about opening the box.

The angel box is empty when it opens, but it allows us to skip the question.

What's inside the Demon Box? No one knows, because no one has ever opened the Demon Box since the beginning of the game.

I guess the twelfth, like me, doesn't believe that there will be such a cheap thing in the game, and it is so easy to skip the problem.

"Twelve, answer the question."

The two catchers appeared in front of No. 12 in an instant, twisting and patching their bodies, swaying, like two patchwork dolls that were about to break.

It won't take more than fifteen seconds to answer the question, ten seconds have passed now, and the twelfth still has five seconds to choose.

Twelfth is also a fierce guy, and as the seconds are approaching, he backhands the box on the left.

Everyone looked at Twelve in disbelief, because the box he opened was a box with a demon on it.