Bang –

The bullet swirled along the rifling line at high speed and shot into Joo's head.

Because there was no sacrifice brain this time, Qiao Dui's brain splattered everywhere.

Ge Sheng naturally couldn't see this scene, he was still lying on the table.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ming subconsciously looked up at the ceiling.

The illusory tentacles did not appear.

He waited for a moment, but there was no sign of Jo Twilight moving again.

So Lin Ming motioned for his subordinates to carry Qiao Dui's body and prepare to throw it outside.

But as soon as the hooded puppet touched Qiao Dui, his flowering head twitched.

"I think I can salvage it again."

Qiao Dui, whose head bloomed, said.

He sat up staggeringly.

"Not dead yet."

Twilight's brain began to creep and gather towards his head.

Soon, the brains outlined the appearance of the brains, but the skull was not yet closed, and the pink-gray ravines could be seen squirming.

"But how do you judge that?"

Qiao Du was curious.

The rules of the game are that the one who shoots and misses gets all the bets, but now he gets shot.

And there was only one bullet in the magazine, and now that the magazine is empty, it seems that the game can't go on.

He looked at Lin Ming.

It seems that I am really seeking advice.

"Should we reopen?"

Qiao Du leaned closer to Ge Sheng.

"But his soul seems to have returned to the dealer."

Because the condition to obtain Ge Sheng's soul is to shoot the next time in this game and not get shot, and after Qiao Twilight is shot, everything is reset, so Ge Sheng's soul is trapped in the previous game forever.

He lost.

After a long time, Lin Ming spoke.

Ge Sheng no longer has the ability to continue, and he can't win no matter what.

"I thought you were going to distort the facts and say he won."

Qiao Du looked at Lin Ming.

"In His witness, there is no room for breaking the rules."

Lin Ming groaned.

He waved his hand.

The subordinates picked up Ge Sheng's body and threw it outside the door.

The surging gray mist quickly engulfed the soulless corpses, sending ripples.

Lin Ming looked at Qiao Dui.

Qiao Du was shot in the head by a bullet just now, and her brains were all over the place, but she didn't die.

With the current rules of the game, he is a bug, and no one can beat him at all.

But Lin Ming will not accept his fate.

"It's finally the end."

He looked at Joe.

"I don't know what you're trying to do without dying, but I have a way to make you lose the game."

Lin Ming said.

"Zun Du fake toot."

Qiao Du asked rhetorically in the tone of the Spring Festival Gala sketch.

To be honest, he was also curious.

"Let's get started."

Lin Ming sat opposite Qiao Dui.

Loaded with bullets in the revolver, it was rotated.

The pistol stopped, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Qiao Dui.

Qiao Du didn't have anything to say, he got up, and the shot was secondary.

Unfortunately, there were no bullets in this shot, and Qiao Du couldn't achieve the Guinness World Record for two headshots in the shortest time.

Lin Ming glanced at the revolver.

He knew that it was impossible to rely on bullets to solve Qiao Dui.

Therefore, to win the game, you can only rely on the rules and rely on the power of the gods.

In previous games, it had become clear to him that paying the price could accomplish something beyond reality, including sacrificing souls.

Then, if you want to win Qiao Dui, you can only rely on this.

"As you just saw, that man lost his soul to me, and at the same time transferred a price, I have to choose to shoot, so, you will think that I have no chance to win, there is no chance to pay the price and choose to skip."

Lin Ming said in a deep voice.

"But that's not the case."

He looked at the revolver on the table.

Lin Ming struggled for a moment, and then he spoke.

"At the cost of Wang Chun's soul, and the next time it's my turn to admit defeat, I skip shooting."

Suddenly, the illusory tentacles turned into smoke, and a soft and colorful thing was pulled out from Lin Ming's mouth and nose and incorporated it into his arms.

"There are three souls in my body, and only his soul needs to pay the price to shoot, so, at the cost of his soul, I sacrifice it."

In addition to himself, Lin Ming's body also has the souls of Bai Ying and Sheriff Wang, among them, Bai Ying has fallen silent, and Sheriff Wang can't jump over and needs to shoot.

Therefore, Lin Ming could use this to temporarily suppress Sheriff Wang's soul, and at the same time, at the cost of this soul, skip his own round.

In simple terms.

In the belief of the god in charge of the gambling game, it is the soul of Sheriff Wang who cannot skip shooting, but Lin Ming and Bai Ying can pay the price.

According to the rules of the game, even if Lin Ming paid the price, he would have to shoot because he carried the soul of Sheriff Wang, so under normal circumstances, there was no need to waste the price.

But now, he paid the transfer directly, throwing out the soul that was in the way.

If Qiao Du chooses to shoot, then once he is not shot, Sheriff Wang's soul will fall on him, causing him to automatically admit defeat in the next round.

Because Qiao Duan didn't get Ge Sheng's soul, he couldn't suppress it with two souls like Lin Ming, so he didn't have the opportunity to use Sheriff Wang's soul as a price.

All this is in the calculation of Lin Ming.

Even, asking Sheriff Wang to sacrifice his soul is one of his layouts.

The deadly soul was wrapped in tentacles and hovered above the two heads.

If Qiao Du chooses to skip, he will have to pay for his soul, then his body will be an ownerless shell, and he will be at the mercy of Lin Ming when the time comes.

The winner is decided.

Qiao Du didn't change much.

"That's amazing!"

He even applauded.

After all, I saw a wonderful operation, although it was an opponent, but it was also worth encouraging.

Qiao Du is such a generous person!

"It's your turn."

Lin Ming said.

Qiao Du nodded.

Then, he spoke.

"I cover the soul with my navel, kidneys, large intestine, left lung, right thumb fingernails, and the price they will next throw in the towel and skip shooting."

“？”

A question mark popped up on Lin Ming's head.

"Impossible, not the same price, He will not accept it"

He was sacrificing the soul of a whole human being, and it was impossible for Jo Twilight to be equal to it at the cost of the soul of some organ of his body.

However, to Lin Ming's stunned, the illusory tentacles actually drew a colorful and colorful soul from Qiao Dui's body, and put it on the same scale as Sheriff Wang's soul.

Even, it's a lot heavier.

If you look closely, this is equivalent to the souls of five people.

It also means that if Lin Ming wants to skip shooting this time, he will have to pay five human souls.

Where could he find so many?

"No, wait, you mean, these things have souls of their own, souls equal to those of humans?"

Lin Ming finally sensed that something was wrong.

He originally thought that Qiao Dui had super vitality or some special method to not die after being shot.

But now it seems that there is only one reason why Qiao Du will not die.

That is, Qiao Du himself has a lot of them.

Killed one Joe, and thousands of Joe!

(End of chapter)