Death Inquisitor

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"I want you to turn around and write a certain part of your body on the sand with your fingers as the price. Once you write it down, you cannot go back on your word. If your price is not as high as the other party's, then you will be killed! Otherwise, you will It can kill the opponent. But it should be noted that after killing the opponent, you must pay the price you wrote down, such as a finger, an arm, now, let's start."

Morde and Modo were stunned.

Then they looked at each other at the same time, feeling cold all over.

If they had known this earlier, they would never have formed a group with each other, because it meant that one of the two brothers would have to die!

The other killers turned around and began to think, their foreheads covered with sweat.

It was exposed to the desert sun, and it was also urgent.

If they could, they would of course want to use their hair or beards as a price to kill the people behind them.

But I was afraid that the other party would be ruthless enough to use one finger as the price, and then he would be the one who died.

According to this kind of thinking, the more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

Many people want to use their fingers, but they are afraid that the person behind them will pay a higher price than their fingers.

Because what I can think of, obviously the other party can think of it too.

"I can think that it is not safe to use my fingers, so what about him? Will he think the same, and then at the cost of his arm, do I have to choose a greater price?" This is a horror that hovers in the minds of many people. question.

"The time is one minute, if the time is up but the price is not written down, erase it!"

Seeing the stalemate, Ye Chen temporarily added a rule.

It was clearly a scorching desert, but at the moment it was oppressively cold.

"10, 9, 8,..." Ye Chen started the countdown.

Mord trembled all over, gritted his teeth, and started writing quickly.

Modo was expressionless, and also started writing on the sand with his fingers.

Soon, the two finished writing.

The countdown also counted to the last "1".

They stood up at the same time, turned around, and looked at each other.

"Now tell the person who teamed up with you, what is the price you wrote down, be careful, don't lie, otherwise you will die!" Ye Chen said.

Mod took a deep breath, looked at his younger brother Moduo and said, "I wrote about the little finger of my left hand. Only without this, my life would not be too boring. If it were someone else, I would rather die." gone."

"You won, I wrote...hair." A stiff smile appeared on Modo's face.

In an instant, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck Modo directly.

Under Mod's dull expression, Modo turned into a scorched corpse and fell to the ground.

He chose a finger as the price because he hesitated. I wanted to leave hope to my younger brother, but I was unwilling to die like this, so I wrote Little Thumb.

It is a compromise method, giving Modo a chance to survive and giving himself a little hope.

But he never expected that Modo could really write hair. When the scene he should have been looking forward to actually came, he regretted it.

"No!" Mord yelled suddenly, tears filling his eyes.

At this moment, only he himself knows how complicated it is.

Thunderbolts fell one after another, and more than half of the people on the scene were lost in an instant.

Because there are still some people who wrote exactly the same price, and were also obliterated by Ye Chen.

Because the price is not as good as the opponent's conference, it is obliterated, and equality is also a kind of inferiority.

"Very good, there are still 996 people. Do it yourself and fulfill the price you just wrote." Ye Chen's voice sounded again.

Morde gritted his teeth, took out a dagger, and severely chopped off his little finger.

This is not only to fulfill the price, but also the punishment he gave himself.

He obviously wanted to leave the hope of living to the other party, but his younger brother was so free and easy, but he was still unwilling and left a glimmer of hope for himself.

Mord was willing to pay the price for his disappointment, but the others had less courage.

Especially some people who wrote down the price of the arm and even more, didn't realize until this moment what they did just now.

But at Ye Chen's place, it's not their turn to repent.

Those who were unwilling to fulfill their duties turned into charred corpses one by one.

"The rules of the third level, by the way, there are still 567 people left." Ye Chen said.

The remaining killers at the scene all turned pale.

Due to blood loss, many people staggered in their steps and couldn't stand upright.

Those who wrote the price of the arm, of course, did not cut off the arm, and they did not have the tool themselves.

Instead, point the pistol to the arm, fire one shot, and disable it.

But this does not affect the consequences of massive blood loss.

"The rule of the third level is that you must choose a direction, and then leave this desert on foot within three hours. I can tell you that among the four directions of east, west, north and south, only one direction is possible within three hours. The one who left the desert." Ye Chen said.

Now, some of the following killers finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Because Ye Chen's checkpoints became more and more excessive, they already felt that death was imminent.

When there was hope, these men forbear,

wait and see.

But when there is only despair left, they can't care so much.

"This is simply impossible! We are constantly losing blood. In this desert environment, we can't go very far, let alone three hours!"

"I'm quitting, I'm going to stay where I am, I'm not going anywhere."

In the live broadcast room.

"Boss doesn't plan to keep people this time? I can't bear to walk in such a hot place for an hour, let alone with injuries. This is going to kill people."

"By the way, the boss didn't keep anyone in the first two trials, right? Since that Zhou Yaowen died, it turned into killing all of them again."

"That's because there were not many people in the previous two trials. Zhang Mazi deserved to die for his crimes, and Dong Zhenhua was alone..."

"I didn't stay this time, maybe it's because the place is full of foreigners, right? You see, the judge didn't keep a single terrorist in the past few times, right?"

Facing the killers' protest, Ye Chen, who was invisible and floating in the sky, twitched his lips slightly. ..

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