"That's amazing."

Ge Sheng had a lot of time, and he didn't get nervous because he was about to face off against Qiao Dui, but instead watched the game between the two.

From the opponent's point of view, the more fierce the two fight, the more difficult it will be, and the winner between him and Qiao Du will have a greater advantage later.

He looked at Lin Ming.

The host, who was described as withered, stared at the revolver, and apparently, he already knew Sheriff Wang's strategy.

The best case scenario is of course that he chooses to shoot and then obtain Sheriff Wang's soul, so that the other party can only become a walking corpse, a soulless shell, to be left to his own disposal.

It's just that in this case, Lin Ming will always be harassed by Sheriff Wang's soul, and he can't choose to skip shooting, even if he wins this game, he will lose the next game.

If he also skips, then he must pay the same price, that is, his own soul, and even if he raises, Sheriff Wang will not call, only shoot.

Once he obtained Sheriff Wang's soul, then he also lost the means to change the conditions by raising and jumping out of this cycle.

That is, this game will strip away all the advantages and turn into a game of pure luck.

To shoot or not to shoot, Lin is a loss.

In this case, he picked up the revolver and fired a shot at his own head.

Click-

The shots did not go off.

Suddenly, the bet was on Lin Ming.

The illusory tentacles forcibly infused the colorful soul like a piece of fat into Lin Ming's body.

He tried to resist, but no one could disobey the gods in this gamble.

Lin Ming's expression twitched, as if he was a game character except for a BUG.

He reluctantly put the revolver back on the table.

On the other side, Sergeant Wang, who had turned into the walking dead, picked up his pistol without hesitation and shot himself in the head.

Click-

The bullet didn't come out, and he won the round.

When it was Lin Ming's turn, he knew that this time he shot, the probability of being shot was one in four.

On an optimistic note, at least this probability is barely acceptable.

He raised his revolver tremblingly, trying to fight against his inner will.

But after inheriting the soul of Sheriff Wang, Lin Ming is Sheriff Wang, and he must pay the price.

No one can disobey the gods!

At this table, there is only luck at the moment.

Click-

With a quarter of the probability, Lin Ming survived.

He breathed a sigh of relief and put the revolver back on the table.

At this point, Lin Ming has already won half of it.

Sergeant Wang picked up the revolver.

Bang –

The bloated head suddenly exploded, white, pink, red, everywhere.

Obviously, his luck wasn't good enough.

Lin Ming sat on the chair and did not move.

He could feel that in his head, the whispers of Bai Ying and Sheriff Wang kept repeating.

He closed his eyes and paused for a moment before finally standing up.

Qiao Du immediately sat down in her chair.

Across from Qiao Dui, Ge Sheng watched as the Adjudicator loaded the bullet into the magazine, spinning it.

"Their game just now was really exciting, can we not use this method?"

It was as if he was really discussing with Qiao Dui.

"You see, if we do the same, the person who wins later will have to fight luck with that buddy, which will do us a lot of harm and no benefit, if you want me to say, let's be kind, retain our strength, and if we win, we can deal with the next game, and if we lose, then it's really bad luck, and none of us will complain."

"You have a point."

Qiao Du nodded.

Ge Sheng's words sound outrageous, but when you think about it, it does make sense.

If the two of them fought to the death like the group just now, then even if they won, they would have to gamble their luck with Lin Ming.

It's better to find some simple and fair way to end the game and retain your strength.

"So, brother, I have a proposal, that is, we don't pay the price to skip, take it and shoot, and see who God lets win, what do you think?"

Ge Sheng said earnestly.

It's like a weird guy who uses a lollipop at the school gate to tempt ignorant kindergarten children to go with him.

"Good!"

Qiao Du decisively agreed.

The game between the two immediately began.

Ge Sheng spun his revolver, and the muzzle of the gun landed on Qiao Dui's side.

Qiao Du immediately picked up the revolver and shot herself in the head.

Click-

The bullet didn't come out, and he dodged this time.

Grinning as he put the revolver on the table, Twilight looked at Ge Sheng.

But Ge Sheng didn't have any intention of picking up a revolver.

He pulled a chip out of his pocket.

"I skipped this shot with my own soul and the price of paying one chip in the next odd-numbered round of this round of the game and choosing to shoot in an even-numbered round."

Suddenly, Ge Sheng's eyes lost their look and fell to the table.

Hearing Ge Sheng's words, Lin Ming raised his eyebrows.

He thought about it briefly.

Next, if Qiao Twilight chooses to shoot and is not shot, then he will get Ge Sheng's soul, and it will be Ge Sheng's turn to shoot, because this is Ge Sheng's first round, so he will pay a chip to skip, and then it will be Qiao Dui's turn, because it is Ge Sheng's even-numbered round, so Qiao Du will inevitably choose to shoot.

In this way, every time Ge Sheng's turn comes, he can automatically skip for the price of a chip, and Qiao Dui, who has obtained Ge Sheng's soul, must shoot.

If Qiao Twilight calls and chooses to skip, then Ge Sheng will also have an odd-numbered round and will pay the price to skip, and when it is Qiao Dui's turn, it is also an odd-numbered round to skip, Ge Sheng will shoot first, if he is not shot, he can regain his soul and obtain Qiao Dui's soul, and then, it is Qiao Dui's physical control who has lost his soul to shoot, and then when it is Ge Sheng's turn, his price and Qiao Dui's price coincide, and he can choose to skip.

If this continues, it will become that Qiao Twilight has to shoot every time, and Ge Sheng can dodge the shot every time.

Moreover, this price only lasted for this game, and if he won, he could face Lin Ming in a complete form.

"You're a liar!"

Joe Twilight slammed the table in frustration.

He is like the kind of stray cat with clear eyes who was deceived into giving birth to a litter when he first came out of society.

There are many routines for people in the city!

Lin Ming was silent, he didn't expect that this seemingly harmless Ge Sheng turned out to be a hidden old fritter, if he met him, it was estimated that most of them would be surrounded by this strategy, and he wouldn't be able to win at all without shedding a layer of skin.

Perhaps it was this disguise that allowed Ge Sheng to survive the previous gamble.

It's just that Ge Sheng has lost his soul and only fell to the ground blankly, unable to hear Qiao Dui's accusation.

"It's so bad."

Qiao Du said angrily.

But he didn't think much of it.

What rounds, the price, the chips, it doesn't matter to Qiao Dui.

He picked up the revolver and decisively shot himself in the head.

(End of chapter)