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When Xiao Zhou came back to his senses again, he found himself in a completely dark space.

He quickly realized that he was already in a copy of the nightmare where he had narrowly escaped death.

Xiao Zhou's nerves were completely tense, and he was on guard against all possible killing mechanisms that could appear around him that could chop people into pieces.

But no... the place he was in was a completely dark space.

The death-row prisoners in Fengdu Prison were thrown into this dark space one after another.

Half of the condemned prisoners who were forced to participate in this nightmare instance were angrily greeting the family members of the prison guards, and their yelling and cursing resounded throughout the space.

But Xiao Zhou knows that these condemned prisoners who still have the strength to scold have either never experienced the nightmare dungeon, or the number of times they have experienced it is too small.

The condemned prisoners who had really experienced the horror of the nightmare dungeon, were as terrified and vigilant as Xiao Zhou to the endless darkness around them, and kept thinking of ways to escape here alive!

what to do? Suicide? right here!

Xiao Zhou is seriously thinking about committing suicide. Rather than falling into the meat grinder again and being minced, he would rather kill himself by biting his tongue!

A small number of condemned prisoners had the same idea as him, but before they could take action, a deep voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Welcome everyone to the dreamland I constructed."

Xiao Zhou and a group of death row prisoners all looked at the place where the voice came from.

Two will-o'-the-wisps lit up in the darkness, and a figure wearing a ghost-like mask walked out of them.

"Congratulations, you will become the first batch of lucky people in the world to participate in the battle royale game." Qiu Ren applauded lightly while speaking.

The congratulatory applause was especially ridiculed in the ears of the condemned prisoners and Xiao Zhou.

"What the hell lucky guy! Let me out, kid! Otherwise..."

A condemned prisoner just wanted to question Qiu Ren, but when Qiu Ren looked at the condemned prisoner with his eyes burning with will-o'-the-wisps, he immediately shut his mouth.

The mask Qiu Ren is wearing now is a mask from the Nuo opera.

Nuo opera is one of the oldest dances in the Chinese dynasty. It was originally used to soothe the gods and sacrifice ghosts, and reward the gods to fulfill their wishes.

This has also led to the fact that there are many masks in Nuo opera with terrifying faces, like ghosts and gods.

Under the coercion of the Nightmare Lord Tapir, anyone who dares to question Qiu Ren...will be overwhelmed by fear.

"Everyone is quiet? Then I will start to explain the rules of this death game, listen carefully... This will help you live longer in this death game."

Qiu Ren raised his right hand, and a dinner plate appeared on his right hand.

"In general, if you want to win this death game, you have only one goal, and that is to 'eat chicken'."

When Qiu Ren said this, a delicious roast chicken appeared on the dinner plate, the color and aroma were enough to arouse the appetite of everyone present.

"Big eater competition?"

"I'm good at this!"

Some fat prisoners saw the plate of grilled chicken, and their expressions changed instantly, as if to say, 'Is there such a good thing? '

"Eating chicken is just a metaphor, a little proverb, a proverb that represents the winner in the end."

"A slang term from a casino? Winner winner, chicken dinner, translate it as good luck, eat chicken tonight, this is indeed something that only the final winner is qualified to say."

A condemned prisoner with the appearance of a gambler said after hearing the stalk in Qiu Ren's words.

"That's right." Qiu Ren nodded approvingly, but he didn't expect this world to have such a stalk.

"We're not in the mood to joke with you right now." The condemned prisoner said coldly, "Just tell me, how many final winners are there in this game of death?"

The corner of Qiu Ren's mouth under the mask raised a slight arc, and finally raised his index finger to everyone.

"One, there is only one among you who can eat the chicken alive at the end! Only the one who survives to the end is eligible to win by stepping on other people's corpses!"

"Are you kidding me! Only one out of a hundred people can survive?! In the death tower, five out of twenty people survived!" Another condemned prisoner yelled in a broken voice.

How many people can survive in the end is determined by Qiu Ren, a dream maker.

Therefore, Qiu Ren can definitely increase the number of people who can survive in the end, to ten, twenty, or even more than half!

Therefore, in the eyes of these prisoners, Qiu Ren simply wanted to torture them and make them die!

"Mr. Dreammaker, maybe we should add more survivors?" Zhao Yanqing asked at this moment.

But before Qiu Ren could answer, another condemned prisoner with a hideous scar on his face retorted loudly.

"That's so boring! Isn't it more interesting if only one person survives in the end?!"

interesting? interesting?

Listening to what the condemned prisoner said, Xiao Zhou really felt that he had gone crazy.

It is really possible to die in the nightmare dungeon!

Team Zhao is fighting for more people among them to survive.

But what's up with this guy? Only one out of a hundred people can live... is it interesting?

Forget about the dreamer who doesn’t need to participate in this death game. As one of a hundred people, why do you think you are the ‘one percent? '

Anyway, Xiao Zhou thought that he would never survive to the end!

So he, like Team Zhao, wanted to fight for more survivors from Qiu Ren.

Ten out of a hundred people live, no! Twenty out of a hundred people survive, and only fifty of them can leave this dream safely!

It's a pity that Qiuren didn't give him this chance, because this battle royale game is about to start.

"You are about to be airdropped by a transport plane onto an isolated island. There are enough supplies everywhere on the isolated island to allow you to easily kill the people around you. Also, don't try to hide, because there will be an ever-shrinking poisonous circle on the isolated island to oppress you. range of survival."

When Qiu Ren said this, he spread out his hands, looked at these death row prisoners with fear or anger on their faces and said.

"From now on, everyone around you is an enemy except yourself! And your goal is to use the weapons you find to kill all living creatures within sight! Loot everything from them! Finally step on all The body of the loser, become the only king in this battle royale game!"

After Qiu Ren finished speaking, he took off the mask of ghosts and gods on his face, and the mask turned into scarlet light and devoured all the condemned prisoners.

In the end, the only voice they could hear was Qiu Ren's murmur as low as a demon.

"Let the game...begin!"