Nightmare Attack

“This one is Pi Nguyen.

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As a person's name came out, there were fewer and fewer lots in the lot bucket. The shock on Lin Qianqian's face instantly turned into panic. She didn't understand, how dare Wang Fugui, wasn't he afraid of accidentally drawing a dead lot?

Besides...besides, what's going on? Shouldn't the rule of drawing lots be that one person is drawn in turn?

In her opinion, this so-called life and death lottery is just like the famous Russian roulette, a gambling game where life is at stake. The rule of the latter is to put a bullet in the magazine of the revolver and rotate it at will. After the wheel is turned, the wheel is turned off and the players take turns putting the gun to their heads and pulling the trigger.

Whoever survives to the end is the winner.

But this damn fat guy doesn’t have martial ethics!

His behavior was like pointing a gun at herself and shooting her several times. Lin Qianqian fell into an inexplicable panic. She suspected... No, she was almost certain that the fat man was going to empty almost all the magazines and then put the last bullet Keep it to yourself.

Is he crazy?

How dare he?

He is not worried...

Lin Qianqian's inner drama reached a climax at this moment, and her heart was in her throat, because as Wang Fugui pulled out another black lot, there were only two lots left in the bucket.

Holding the third to last lot tightly, Wang Fugui said in a low voice, "This lot is for all the people who have been deceived by the higher-ups of the Night Watch."

"They were all passionate young people who hoped to use their efforts to make the world a better place, even at the risk of sacrificing their lives. However, in exchange, they were deceived and exploited by you until they were squeezed out to the last bit. Value, thrown away like trash.”

At this moment, countless faces appeared in Fatty's mind, including Crimson members, Xu Yi, Liu Guo, Hua Luo, An Xuan...these were extraordinary ordinary people.

They faithfully fulfilled the oath they made when they joined the Night's Watch, and most of them did not even realize that they were in a huge lie until their death.

As someone once lamented, they are not afraid of death, they are just afraid of being deceived.

Lin Qianqian couldn't say she had any feelings about the fat man, and she was not a person who could be easily shaken, but at this moment, a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

curious.

Yes, just curious!

She stared intently at the two remaining picks in the bucket. She was very curious, very curious. After Wang Fugui's final summary speech, there would be something more important in his heart than what he just said.

After all, the next draw is the last draw.

Under Lin Qianqian's tense gaze, the fat man stretched out his hand. He became cautious about the last draw, but Lin Qianqian could clearly feel that he was not afraid of drawing the wrong draw, but was suppressing it. Suppressing his inner emotions.

Only at this moment did Lin Qianqian understand that from beginning to end, she had never seen through this man named Wang Fugui.

Slowly pulling out the last stick, the fat man's fingertips were trembling, "This... is for the doctor."

"It was you who brought him into this world, but when he really had feelings and a family, you deprived him of all this, just to make him fall into despair."

"It's so cruel. Have you ever considered his feelings?"

"Of course you don't. How can you, a group of superior people, consider the feelings of a 'tool'? You are already used to it." The fat man smiled with tears streaming down his face, "Because you are a group of indifferent and selfish guys."

After seeing the lotus pulled out by the fat man, Lin Qianqian collapsed, "No, no, it's impossible... you're cheating! Wang Fugui, you deserve to be just like that Jiang Cheng, you're cheating!"

"That damn person is you! It's you!"

Looking at Lin Qianqian who was already hysterical, there was no mercy in the fat man's eyes. He held the drawn lot in one hand and the lot bucket in the other hand, and walked up to Lin Qianqian step by step.

The eldest young master followed him step by step, his mouth slightly opened, and his eyes that were sewn shut seemed to still be able to see the current scene. He lowered his head slightly and "stared" at Lin Qianqian who was lying limply on the ground.

"It's impossible for a doctor to be plotted by someone like you, but you shouldn't mention him to me. No matter what happens to him or not, I will never let you go, and the same goes for Luo Tianhe."

Looking at Lin Qianqian condescendingly, the fat man slowly let go of his left hand, and more than a dozen black sticks fell like arrows, hitting Lin Qianqian in front of her. Then in Lin Qianqian's desperate eyes, he placed the bucket with only one stick left on her. before.

Staring at the only sign left inside, Lin Qianqian was shaking like chaff. The next second, she felt a strong force from nowhere, pushed the sign bucket hard, got up and ran back.

She didn't know where to run, but she had to get out of here!

She won't die, how could she die? She is much stronger than this Wang Fugui!

The bucket of sticks was pushed over, and the only stick left inside seemed to have spirituality. After falling out of the bucket, it happened to be inserted into the ground, straight and straight, with the red end facing up, like a tombstone.

Lin Qianqian rushed into the endless mist and disappeared quickly, but the fat man was not in a hurry. After all, this was the road to the underworld, and Lin Qianqian told her personally that it would not be so easy to leave.

This round...he won.

Sure enough, soon there were screams and screams in the mist, as well as the sounds of kicking and struggling. After a while, Lin Qianqian came out. She was dragged out by several headless corpses pulling her hair.

At this moment, she no longer had the spirit she had before. She looked very miserable, with tattered clothes and blood all over her body. Her left arm and right leg were twisted in a weird posture, dragging on the ground helplessly. Obviously, they were broken, and her eyes were filled with despair.

As she gasped, blood foam continued to flow from the corners of her mouth.

"Cough... cough cough..."

"Let go... let me go..."

As several headless corpses lifted Lin Qianqian's body and stuffed it into the coffin, she kept begging, but she had no strength to struggle anymore. As the coffin lid closed little by little, Lin Qianqian's world also went dark.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

The headless ghosts slapped black nails as thick as fingers into the coffin with their hands, sealing the coffin lid tightly on the coffin. Finally, accompanied by a shrill wail, the eight headless ghosts returned to their own positions, exerted their strength at the same time, lifted the coffin, took big steps, and walked forward.

The eldest young master finally reached out his hand and pointed the direction of the coffin-carrying team to the fat man, then slowly retreated into the fog, and his figure soon disappeared.

The fat man took a few quick steps and followed the headless ghosts carrying the coffin. He soon discovered a strange scene. These headless ghosts were not walking at all, but just marking time.

It was not them that were moving, but the road under their feet.