Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 11 Rich daughters, don’t go black (8)

   The sixth cleared his throat, and pretended to be calm and said, “Everyone is brothers who have been working together for a few years. There are only two killers for eight people. For everyone, let the killers come out.”

"Yes."

   "The killer comes out!"

  "Do you still want the six of us to bury the two of you!"

  At this time, the fourth child hesitated, what should he do, he said, would anyone save him? Boss, there are two lives!

  "The prophet tells me, if a killer is detected, he must speak out. The doctor’s antidote is useless, and he will save you."

  Sweat on the face of the fourth child came out, and he quietly said next to the fifth child, “Fifth child, in fact, I am a prophet, and the boss is a werewolf.”

  He has the best relationship with the fifth. He is a brother who has grown up since childhood. He believes in the fifth.

  However, he never thought that he was personally betrayed by what he thought was a good brother.

  The fifth child heard that he was a killer, and the fourth child was a prophet.

  The old five barely evoked a smile, "Really."

   "Of course, how many years old brothers we two, how can you not believe me. You said, should I tell them, I am a prophet." The fourth hesitant said.

  The old fifth has been confused, what should he do?

   "Hey, fifth, what's wrong with you."

   He looked down at the fourth son of Shang’s concern and bowed his head with a guilty conscience.

   "It's nothing, just a little scared."

  A ghost messenger, the fifth child said something deep in his heart.

  "Don’t tell everyone about your identity. The doctor can only save you once. The next time, it’s important to save your own life. Besides, the boss still has two lives."

  "Good brother." The old four punched the old five, with an expression of believing on his face.

  The fifth is not in words, and he feels very guilty in his heart. Fourth, don't blame me. Since you are my good brother, then die for me.

"Hurry up and choose, you can't waive votes." The white and delicate face carried a pure smile like an angel, sweet and real, but the soft tone said life-determining words calmly. But it formed a sharp and strong contrast.

  Can't help but make my heart chill.

  Finally, they decided to vote from back to front, and they all voted for the old nine.

  The old nine looked at them bitterly and desperately, "We are brothers, how can you do this."

  Everyone turned their faces away and ignored him.

   "You must not die, you must not die!"

  Ran Bai looked at this picture, with the flick of her fingers, the dark blood drew Lao Jiu onto the stone slab, starting a new round of planing.

   "Please close your eyes at night."

  "Killer, please choose."

  "Boss, old...the fourth child is a prophet!" The fifth child spoke out against his conscience.

   "What! Kill!"

  The boss looked at the youngest fifth in despair, and comforted a few words.

  "In this game, either you die or I live. We must work hard to live."

   "Well, boss, I see."

  "The prophet, please open your eyes."

  The fourth child was thinking about talking about those people, inexplicably, and probed the fifth. Well, he believes in the fifth, he is a good person, but he needs to be thoroughly verified.

  However, the handwriting on the chess and cards made his face completely lost, and he stared at the words on the chess and cards, "Killer!"

  It's over, it's over, he's over!

  However, the fourth child is still comforting himself in his heart. He and the fifth brother who have been with him for so many years, how could the fifth child kill him.

  "Doctor, please open your eyes."

  Lao Qi still chose not to save, his own life is the most important thing.

  　Boss: Author, why don’t we have a name?

  　　Author: These are the only ones for your appearance, and you don’t need a name. Naming is also a waste of the author's brain cells.

  　　 Boss: "..."

  　　 I said before that there are a total of eight games, yes, the third child is dead, not counting, so there is the old nine.

  (End of this chapter)