My Thriller Survival Game

"It's not enough." Xiang Qianjin said.

"Let me do it."

After the woman finished speaking, she directly cut her wrist, and the scarlet blood dripped into the powder, making the color darker.

The woman cut her wrist and the blood gushed out. She seemed to have been greatly injured. As the blood dripped, her breath became extremely weak. The more blood flowed, the weaker her breath became.

of weak.

She was originally beautiful, but in the end she became an octogenarian.

After shedding the last drop of blood, the woman staggered and collapsed directly to the ground. Looking at the still dry powder, she smiled bitterly: "This is really not something humans do."

Xiang Qianjin glanced at her and said calmly: "You are not a human being in the first place."

"Haha! That's right too!"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled, then lowered her head and remained silent. Her body fell apart in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, only a skeleton was left.

If a woman dies, who will be next?

The man in Tang suit looked deeply at Xu Yang and said softly: "I really don't want to help him."

"Remember your promise, this is what you promised at the beginning." Chang Yong looked at the man in Tang suit coldly.

The man in Tang suit shrugged and said with a smile: "I know, don't worry, I'm not that guy, I'm still very trustworthy."

After saying that, he also cut his wrist, and blood gushed out instantly. The strange thing was that his blood was not red, but black, as black as ink, and exuding an ominous aura. Chang Yong and Xiang Qianqian looked at it and frowned.

.

The situation of the man in Tang suit was exactly the same as that of the woman. As the blood flowed away, he became extremely weak.

Seeing that the blood was about to run out, the man in Tang suit raised his head, looked at Xiang Qianjin, and said, "When this kid wakes up, please give me a message."

"Tell me."

"Find him, but don't kill him. Imprison him here. I also want him to taste the feeling of losing his freedom."

Xiang Qianjin raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment and said, "I will bring him the message, but I can't guarantee whether he will do it."

"hey-hey!"

The man in Tang suit smiled evilly and said, "He will do that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in Tang suit shed his last drop of blood and collapsed, and soon he was reduced to broken bones.

At this time, the shrine powder was slightly damp and the color had become much darker, but Xiang Qianqian said: "It's not enough."

Chang Yong nodded, then looked at the door and said, "It's your turn."

As his words fell, many people appeared at the door. If Xu Yang was awake at this moment, he must be shocked, because these people who entered the room were the "prisoners" he met in the Abyss Prison before!

The first person in line was Zhang Liyuan. He walked directly towards the mortar containing the powder without saying a word after entering.

The seemingly small abyss was like an abyss. As soon as he stepped into it with one leg, his whole body was pulled into it by an invisible hand. With a muffled groan, Zhang Liyuan disappeared.

Zhang Liyuan was the first, but not the last. There were many people coming in behind him, and they all fell into the same trap.

"What would he think if he knew about this?" Xiang Qianjin suddenly asked.

"Then don't let him know."

"But he will find out sooner or later."

"So what if he knows, we are no longer here by then, what can he do to us?"

Hearing this, Xiang Qianjin looked at Chang Yong with some dumbfounding and said, "Aren't you just being a rogue?"

Chang Yong glanced at him and said nothing.

Seeing these people coming in one after another, Xiang Qianqian asked: "Are they voluntary?"

"Is there a difference?"

Xiang Qianqian was speechless for a moment.

Chang Yong said lightly: "For people outside, eternal life is their lifelong pursuit, but for people like us, living is the greatest torture, and death is the real relief and destination. When he appears,

, this day is destined to come.”

"Actually, there are other ways."

"I know, but we have no choice."

Xiang Qianqian fell silent.

Life seems to be full of choices, but in fact, there are not many opportunities to really choose, and they already have no choice.

This is a collective suicide and a collective liberation. Everyone who walks in is very calm. The moment they enter the rut, they do not look back. There is nothing to miss here.

When the last person walked into the mortar and disappeared, the shrine powder had melted and turned into a pool of paint. Xiang Qianqian looked at it, nodded and said: "That's enough for the time being."

"Then let's get started."

Xiang Qianjin nodded, took out a special tool, dipped it in paint, and began to draw on Xu Yang's back, not knowing what he was doing.

Chang Yong took one look and stopped paying attention. Instead, he picked up the bones on the ground and began to piece them together like a puzzle.

Chang Yong moved quickly, but was very careful in splicing. With his help, the prototype of a brand new shrine emerged.

The shrine is very simple, with only a general shape. Inside the shrine stands a statue of a god. The rest of the statue is perfect, except that the face is still blurry.

After doing all this, Chang Yong stood up and looked towards Xiang Qianqian.

At this time, Xiang Qianjin was still sketching, and as he kept sketching, a tattoo appeared on his back. It was neither a tattoo like a dragon or a tiger, nor any other weird tattoo, but a person.

This person is none other than Xu Yang himself.

But when I looked carefully, I discovered that this person was not Xu Yang, but a woman playing with a dog. It also seemed to be a man in Tang suit wearing a Tang suit, and it also seemed to be Zhang Liyuan. He seemed to be one person, but in fact he was multiple people.

.

"how much longer?"

Xiang Qianjin ignored Chang Yong and continued to outline. Now he was highly concentrated and had no time to talk to Chang Yong.

This tattoo centered on Xu Yang's spine has been mostly completed through Xiang's efforts, but the paint in the socket has bottomed out.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Qianjin raised his head and looked at Chang Yong, then at the door.

Seeing this, Chang Yong shook his head and said, "I'll do it."

After saying that, he cut his wrist, and scarlet blood flowed out instantly. But strangely, Chang Yong did not become weak like others, but as the blood continued to flow, the whole building began to tremble.

It was just a slight tremor at first, but soon it was like an earthquake. The walls of the room appeared cracked. The originally brand-new room also aged rapidly, and soon it became decayed.

However, in the face of such a huge change, neither Chang Yong nor Xiang Qian changed their expressions.

The sketching continued, and soon the tattoo was coming to an end. When Chang Yong saw this, he retracted his hand, took a deep look at Xu Yang, and then said to Xiang Qianjin: "The next step is up to you."

Xiang Qianqian said without raising his head: "It's to see him."

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