"How is this possible?! Why is it stuck? How could you not be dead?! I don't believe it, it's not true!! The survivor was instantly sluggish, and there was no longer the slightest bit of pride.

Because the situation has been reversed. The sixth time should be started according to the normal process, how can it be inexplicably stuck?

He couldn't figure it out.

"You can get stuck, it's just luck, you can rest assured that you are still the one who dies!" The survivor took a deep breath, put the revolver on his head, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang!" There was a huge roar, and golden bullets suddenly erupted from the revolver, piercing his skull, and with a snort, spurting out large expanses of scarlet blood.

The survivor who fired the shot was unlucky, and on the seventh shot, the bullet was successfully fired, and he died.

"Hahaha!"

"Well deserved! Let your old boy be arrogant to me, don't be sassy! Hahaha! Watching the other party die, the survivor who had just opened the sixth shot leaned forward and leaned back with laughter, and tears were about to flow out.

The other party died, and he lived, this is the will of God. More and more people died, and gunshots appeared in layers with a fairly regular pattern.

......

"Brother Lu! It's you again! Zhang Fan handed the golden revolver to Lu Deshui on the opposite side and signaled that it was time for him to shoot.

Lu Deshui didn't feel much nervous, smiled slightly, took it generously, and then slowly aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.

"Click!" There was a crisp click, and the golden revolver didn't shoot, just an empty click.

"Brother, it's your turn again!" Lu Deshui smiled and handed the golden revolver to Zhang Fan. As a result of Zhang Fan's hands trembling, the beating of his heart also reached an unprecedented level at this moment.

"Good..... Good! Zhang Fan's words were a little trembling, and he replied in fear. This time it's already four.

Lu Deshui was the one who shot the first time, then Zhang Fan for the second time, then Lu Deshui for the third time, and now Zhang Fan's fourth time.

With the pull of the revolver, the further back you go, the greater the risk of the gunshot, because almost the next few times, the probability of the gun will be close to 100%.

"Hopefully this time..... It's going to be fine! Zhang Fan held the golden revolver in his right hand, his left hand clenched his fist tightly, and dense sweat overflowed on his forehead, which slid down the bridge of his nose and fell onto his clothes, wetting suddenly.

"Fight!!" Zhang Fan silently closed his eyes, and secretly said in his heart that he was going to pull the trigger.

But..... At the moment when he pulled the trigger, Lele, who was originally sitting on his neck, suddenly moved, only to see Lele stretch out his little white hand, grasp Zhang Fan's right hand, and signal him not to pull the trigger.

Sensing the abnormality, Zhang Fan opened his eyes, looked over, and saw Lele stop him from pulling the trigger, and his heart suddenly hung in his throat.

Since Lele stopped him from pulling the trigger, it means that once he pulls it this time, the golden revolver will definitely be fired, and when the time comes, he will definitely die.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's back was wet with sweat, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Lele looked at Zhang Fan's frightened look, he squeaked, then spit, wiped it on Zhang Fan's right hand, nodded heavily, and signaled that Zhang Fan could continue to pull the trigger.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan looked confused, not knowing what Lele was doing, and hesitated for a while. After waiting for a few seconds, Lele saw that Zhang Fan still didn't pull the trigger, he let out a strange cry in a hurry, and the next second, he stretched out a little finger and pulled the trigger for Zhang Fan.

"Click!" The trigger was pulled, and just like Lu Deshui, there was a crisp sound of an empty chamber, and it seemed that it was also empty.

"Didn't ring?!"

"It didn't even ring?!!"

"Hahaha! I'm in luck! Wrong!! I should say that thanks to the fun!! Zhang Fan was very happy, but after thinking about it, it was very likely that Lele helped him avoid the disaster of the bullet, so he hurriedly gave Lele a thumbs up to express his heartfelt gratitude.

For Zhang Fan's thanks, Lele was also very happy, he screamed twice, which was accepted.

"Brother Lu, I'm sorry, it's your turn again!" Zhang Fan handed the golden revolver to Lu Deshui again and nodded.

"Brother, you're in luck!" Lu Deshui looked stunned, as if he didn't expect that Zhang Fan could survive this shooting.

"Goo-toot!" Now that it was the fifth time he had been here, Lu Deshui was also a little nervous, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised the revolver and aimed it at his head.

"Click!" There was another click, and this time the revolver was empty again.

"Brother, it seems that luck is still on my side!" Lu Deshui looked at Zhang Fan, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Handing the revolver to Zhang Fan again, Lu Deshui yawned, as if he had seen what was going to happen next.

If nothing else, Zhang Fan will definitely be killed in this sixth shooting. Zhang Fan glanced at Lu Deshui meaningfully, took a deep breath, and then patted Lele's calf, and said It's up to you, and then he pulled the trigger.

"Click!" The sixth revolver was fired, and there was a hollow sound.

"Brother Lu, I'm sorry, please continue!" Zhang Fan smiled and handed the revolver back to Lu Deshui.

"Holy!" Even Lu Deshui, who was as steady as an old dog, couldn't help but be taken aback, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he looked extremely shocked, as if he had seen a ghost, but he never thought that Zhang Fan would shoot this time, and he would be empty again.

"What the hell is going on with this kid?" Lu Deshui was a little incredulous and swallowed his saliva.

"Please!" Zhang Fan made a gesture of please. Cold sweat overflowed from Lu Deshui's forehead and fell into a deep silence.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Lu Deshui sighed, and could only bite the bullet, raise the revolver, and pull the trigger on his head.

"Click!" This seventh time, Lu Deshui was also empty-bore and stuck.

"Whew!" Lu Deshui gasped, and smiled at Zhang Fan with palpitations on his face: "Brother, I'm also lucky, so please please!" Speaking of this, Lu Deshui was about to hand the revolver in his hand to Zhang Fan.

But when he was halfway through, Lu Deshui abruptly took the revolver back again, and he hurriedly opened the revolver and looked inside.

When he saw that the golden bullet inside was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief. After such a series of empty chambers, Lu Deshui was a little skeptical that there were any bullets in this revolver.

Seeing that there were bullets inside, Lu Deshui laughed proudly. If you have a bullet, as long as you fire a shot, your little life will be over, brother.