In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win numbness

Bai Yu frowned subconsciously and glanced at Brother Hei.

But unexpectedly, the other party happened to look over.

There was a fresh scab on his face. It looked like a dark red caterpillar lying on the dark ground, which was a bit scary.

The scar was scratched by his opponent during the previous battle, so it was no wonder that he twisted the opponent's head in anger.

Thinking of the bloody scene, Bai Yu's heart trembled and he silently withdrew his gaze from the other person's face.

"Zila zila~" The will-o'-the-wisp in the air shook its body and continued:
"Dear gentlemen and ladies:

As I said just now, I will draw unlucky people from this pile of playing cards in a while, one in each round, for a total of 6 rounds.Of course, everyone also needs to continue betting at this stage! "

The will-o'-the-wisp's words were addressed to the shadow spectators in the stands.

After hearing this, the shadows began to twist wildly.

They seemed to be shackled by something. They could only talk and obey the arrangements of the will-o'-the-wisp.

A sharp and harsh sound began to come from the spectator stands.

They should be communicating with the will-o'-wisps.

Will-o'-the-wisp: "Of course, for the convenience of betting, you can bet on whether the card I drew is male or female, no need to specify who it is!"

Therefore, they were discussing a gambling model just now.

This time, the shadow audience on the auditorium remained silent.

Some people on the ground turned pale and weak after listening.

"Tired, destroy it!"

Some people simply slumped down on the ground with expressions of despair.

One is drawn each round.

Six rounds, that means six people will die!

The key is this is not a formal game yet
Bai Yu bit her lip tightly, recalling all the details quickly in her mind.

From the moment they entered the dungeon, every step they experienced was full of malice.

But now, this malice has simply reached the extreme.In a battle match, it is relatively reasonable to be willing to admit defeat if your skills are inferior to others.

Isn’t it too ridiculous that the so-called luck alone has to determine a person’s life or death now?
However, even if your skills are inferior to others, should you be deprived of the right to live?

What is the purpose of this game with the word "competition" behind it?
There was a sense of powerlessness that began to fill Bai Yu's heart.

“This copy is so disgusting!!”

"Why do I feel like I'm not a human being here?"

"Humans? We are those fighting cocks now!"

"Yes, this is the Rhode Island Rooster Game!"

"What do you mean?"

"It is the most cruel game for animals in the world. Two roosters are locked in a cage and peck each other until one of them dies or is unable to take sides. Isn't it exactly the same as what we experienced before?!"

"How long has it been since you are still interested in popularizing science?! SB!"

"Who are you talking about?!"

"Speaking of you, SB!!"

"Fuck! Stop arguing! If you have the guts, go ahead and argue with it! If you fight in this nest, you are nothing! Trash!!"

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"As human beings, we cannot die in such humiliation! How about we resist?"

"Yes, resist!"

"Resisting is death, not resisting is also death! Since I have to die, I would rather die with dignity!! I join!!"

"How to resist??"

"Comrades, the game wants us to peck each other like those lower animals, but we don't want to do it!! If we want to live, let's live together! If we want to die, let's die together!! Let's show some human dignity!!"

The person who spoke this time was a man with a sinewy face and a short haircut.