When I started rebelling in the rule ghost story

"I don't know what you saw, but from my perspective, there are only you and the other chosen one on the stage."

The voice sounded again.

"It's just me and the other chosen one on the stage?"

The Brunei national candidate looked around the stage again in disbelief. At this moment, what the voice in his heart said seemed to be confirmed.

On the oppressive and empty stage, there was indeed only him and the Syrian national candidate lying on the ground.

The bloody figures on the stage that he had just seen had disappeared without a trace.

"Illusion?"

"No! What exactly is an illusion?"

The Brunei national candidate only felt a sting in his head, and the colors of jet black and scarlet began to flood his eyes.

"Please believe me, I am the chosen one to play the role of the audience. I cannot reveal my identity to you, but please believe me, I want to help you. We are all human beings."

When the chosen one from Brunei could not distinguish between reality and illusion, the voice of the chosen one from Asan sounded in his heart again.

"Playing the role of the audience's chosen one? Help me? Are we also human?"

This time, the reminder from the Chosen One of Asan Country worked. The Chosen One of Brunei Country was gradually pulled back from the edge of collapse. He took a deep breath. He also knew that the reminder just now should be some kind of weird talent.

The Brunei National Selector looked at the audience with grateful eyes. He wanted to thank the person who reminded him, but his move almost exposed the Asan National Selector.

The chosen ones from Asan Kingdom did not dare to look at him.

The chosen one from Asan Kingdom does not dare to show any expression or make any sound at this time. Once he is noticed by the surrounding audience, he is likely to become the target of public criticism!

"I know. Everything I saw just now is fake. From beginning to end, it was only me and the Syrian national candidate on the stage."

The Brunei national elector withdrew his gaze, and he did not dare to let his gaze linger too much on the auditorium. He had already noticed something strange in the auditorium.

At this time, the auditorium was like a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm.

This silence makes people feel scared, terrified and trembling!

"But, but, although everything I saw just now was an illusion, I really killed him..."

The death of the Syrian national elector has become a fact.

What makes Brunei's elector feel guilty is that the Syrian electorate died in his hands.

On the stage, the host who was supposed to come to the rescue had no movement at this time. The Brunei national electorate did not know how to end this tragedy.

"Brother, I'm sorry for you. No matter what, you died in my hands. You didn't deserve to die in my hands..."

The Brunei national selector felt heavy and prepared to leave with the Syrian national selector lying on the ground.

But just as he approached the Syrian Chosen One and wanted to take him away from the stage, the dead Syrian Chosen One stood up straight and strangely.

The Syrian national elector grinned strangely. He reached out and pulled out the flying knife inserted in his forehead as if he was not aware of the pain, letting the blood flow and letting the blood flow all over his cheeks.

In the shocked eyes of Brunei's national electorate, the Syrian national electorate actually grinned and said: "Our performance is not over yet, now, it is my turn."

"..." Brunei national elector.

At this moment, the Brunei national electorate is shocked.

Looking into the eyes of the Syrian selector, the Brunei selector could feel that the Syrian selector was not joking. Although he did not know why the Syrian selector came back to life, but now, he was obviously not thinking about this. question time.

"Are you okay?" Brunei's national selector asked tentatively.

Strangely, the Syrian selector did not answer him.

The Syrian elector picked up the apple that had fallen to the ground and was soaked in blood. He raised his feet and walked slowly towards the Brunei elector.

The Syrian National Chosen One was approaching quickly, and the Brunei National Chosen One was in a panic. He could not accept a dead person standing in front of him again, nor could he accept a dead person throwing throwing knives at him.

This is so weird!

The Brunei National Selector wanted to escape and escape from the stage, but as soon as he had this idea, the Syrian National Selector seemed to have already penetrated his thoughts.

The Syrian national candidate stopped and said with a grim expression: "Do you want to escape? Do you think the performance is not over, where can you escape?"

"No, I'm not trying to escape. Listen to me..."

The Brunei national elector wanted to explain. At this time, a wet apple soaked in blood was placed on his head.

"Shh..."

The Syrian president made a silent gesture towards the Brunei president: "Don't talk, the apple will fall..."

The expression of the Syrian national selector at this time was indescribable. The Brunei national selector only felt a chill and fear in his heart. He could not resist or even move.

Brunei's chosen one could only watch helplessly as the Syrian chosen one distanced himself from him. When the Syrian chosen one turned around leisurely, he already had a shining flying knife in his hand.

The flying knife was flawlessly sharp, and the chosen one from Brunei could see that it was printed with the circus's exclusive patterns. Those patterns were like the god of death waving to him.

"calm……"

"calm!!!"

The Brunei national candidate's heart almost jumped out of his throat. His teeth were biting too hard and blood was seeping from between his teeth.

The Brunei national candidate's mind was racing. He didn't know how to cooperate with the Syrian national candidate to complete the performance. Obviously, this was no longer a performance, and the Syrian national candidate would definitely kill him!

"The rules... there are still some things in the rules that I don't understand. Think about it, think about it quickly!"

Brunei's national electors were so anxious that they were sweating profusely.

The more critical the situation, the less his mind can remember anything. He is extremely cautious, because any choice he makes at the moment may determine his life or death!

While thinking about countermeasures quickly, the Brunei Chosen One suddenly found that his hands and feet could actually move, but before he could be happy, the Syrian Chosen One was already preparing to launch a flying knife.

"Are you ready?"

"Have you learned how to choose between life and death?"

As soon as the words fell, the flying knife in the hand of the Syrian Chosen One was already shooting towards the Brunei Chosen One. The Brunei Chosen One had no time to make any dodge and could only stand there and wait for the judgment of death.

The Brunei national candidate closed his eyes involuntarily, waiting to be penetrated by a flying knife...

With a click, the crisp splitting sound and the sound of the apple falling to the ground sounded at the same time.

The Brunei national candidate who closed his eyes gradually opened his eyes. He quickly touched his body. In an instant, his expression was relieved...