Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

"Brother Yuzu, I was wrong, Brother Yuzu, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The 'martial artist with brains' facial features twisted into a ball with nervousness, and then he looked at group B with uncontrollable anger.

"You, how could you do this... I betrayed Qin Shang just to help you win!"

"You guys accepted me. You said you would take me through the customs and accept me? Could it be that you are lying to me?"

"No, you can't do this. You can't do this..."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, tell me, tell me the pattern behind me, hey!"

"Maximum-level lady, hey! That God Slayer, tell me the pattern behind you!"

He knelt there and roared, his voice echoing in the empty warehouse, but only the echo responded to him.

only……

This time, no one responded to him.

Seeing this, Qin Shang narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a playful smile;

“Tsk tsk tsk, this looks like trouble… What should I do? You’ll die if you enter the warehouse!”

"Brother Qin Shang, Brother Yu Zu, please, please, please, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Hearing this, Qin Shang glanced at him;

"But, you are a traitor!"

"How about this, as long as you listen to me and let that old man die in the room, I will forgive you?"

"I told you, I just got a hidden tip from the Trickster. In this game, if you kill your teammates, you will get two points. Who do you think is a burden among the three of us?"

"After the first round, Group A must reduce its members. Only in this way can we make up for the numerical disadvantage in one round."

As soon as these words came out, the 'smart martial artist's' heart trembled, and he turned his head sharply to look at Uncle Zhao who was standing next to him with an uneasy look on his face.

Qin Shang's words were almost like going straight into the open, directly telling him by name, wanting him to help get rid of Uncle Zhao in this round.

The initial points of both teams are five points.

If at the end of the first round, there are no casualties in Group B and only two people are left in Group A, then Group A will be able to make up for the disadvantage.

Because a member of group A died...

Get a point.

In other words, when it comes to the second round, Group A still has four points.

If Group B does not lose any players in the first round, it will get three points.

This is what Qin Shang called the way to make up for the absolute disadvantage, that is, to sacrifice Uncle Zhao.

"Oh, this is really ridiculous. I was saying that you have been acting like a bully since you left the room. What is your purpose in making alarmist statements? Now it seems that you have completely exposed your true colors."

"You just want that martial artist player to be absolutely loyal to you? If you win over a teammate who still has a character card, even if you return to reality in the future, this favor will still be there."

"As for a 'wanted player' who doesn't even have a character card, it's certainly not worth your serious treatment."

When the noble lady not far away heard this, she finally understood Qin Shang's thoughts and sneered in disdain.

"You're not as noble as I first thought..."

Is he as noble as you imagined at first?

Qin Shang raised his eyebrows imperceptibly when he heard this, with a smile on his lips, and suddenly he turned his head and roared hysterically;

"What qualifications do you have to speak against me?"

"You guys forced me to do this. It's all your fault!"

"This game is unfair from the beginning, isn't it? If you had accepted that old man from the beginning, how could we be at such an absolute disadvantage? Group A is now on the verge of falling apart, and they will start fighting from the beginning of the next round."

"Instead of this, it would be better to just decide to give up one person and let the other two be happy..."

After saying this, Qin Shang showed a sinister smile and looked at Uncle Zhao.

Uncle Zhao had never seen this kind of expression on his fair and clean face. He felt that the sunny young man he once had in his mind suddenly revealed an expression like a cold and poisonous snake flicking its tongue and fangs, making him feel like a thorn in his back.

Qin Shang said with a ferocious expression;

"Uncle Zhao, I don't want this to happen either!"

"But there's no other way. Your sacrifice alone gives us two the hope of reaping the fruits of victory."

"This is the best solution at the moment. You don't want us to all die in the game, do you?"

"They, the God Slayers, designed this game. Even if you want to blame someone, you can only blame them for being too cunning."

"No matter what, this can't be blamed on me, right?"

"After all, it wasn't me who forced you to death, it was them..."

After saying this, Qin Shang showed his sharp white teeth in front of Uncle Zhao's desperate gaze, and spoke each word with pause;

"The pattern behind you is, King!"

"That's right, the suit behind you is the king. It's neither diamonds or clubs, nor hearts or spades. The suit behind you is the king."

“The Joker card in playing cards.”

"Hey, hurry up and tell that old man, tell him the pattern on his back..."

The next moment, Qin Shang pulled the "martial artist with brains" by his hair.

This fellow had been crawling on the ground since a while ago, kneeling at Qin Shang's feet. Seeing Qin Shang's ferocious expression like a devil ready to devour someone, the "martial artist with brains" knew that if he didn't cooperate with him, he would really die...

After all, at least Group B would never accept him.

So, the "martial artist with brains" had an apologetic look on his face, and under Uncle Zhao's desperate gaze, he stammered;

"King, yes, it's the king, it's the joker, the joker in playing cards."

The noble lady not far away heard this and said calmly with a nonchalant expression;

"So can the people in Group A enter the box now? If we continue to let this kid delay time, this game won't be over by tomorrow morning."

"Old man, they have all decided it's you, so go in."

"But I'll give you a friendly reminder that the suit behind you is not the king."

Not the King...

Uncle Zhao naturally knew this. He raised his eyelids but there was no reaction.

The purpose of Qin Shang laying the groundwork for so long was nothing more than to make the "martial artist with brains" lose the opportunity to enter Group B, and then completely become his loyal assistant to kill himself and contribute some points to Group A.

Uncle Zhao knew this very well, and of course he was aware that the two teammates would not tell the truth.

His face was as gloomy as water and his heart was dead.

Finally, he turned around in despair and bowed solemnly to Qin Shang.

"Thank you for your help in the previous rounds..."

"I could not have come this far without you. Since both of you need my life to contribute to the team, then instead of choosing one out of five and gambling on one of the other four suits, why not just listen to your choice and choose the king directly."

After saying this, Uncle Zhao's eyes were filled with tears, as if he was about to die, and he felt a little sad;

"Just let me die in the dungeon. It's actually quite good to die here. Then, Mengmeng's further study won't be hindered just because her father is a wanted criminal."

"In fact, when I first entered this dungeon, I had prepared for the worst."

"It's nothing more than dying in a dungeon, but it can bring you a bright future."

After saying that, Uncle Zhao turned around and opened the door of the small box.

At the same time, the "martial artist with brains" showed a complicated expression, and glanced at Qin Shang with a gloomy face.

This guy is a lunatic...

But just before Uncle Zhao was about to close the shop.

The bearded man from group B who was the God Slayer suddenly spoke up;

"It's diamonds. The suit behind you is diamonds."

"I'm from Group B. I won't lie to you."

boom--

The next moment, the door closed, and it was unknown whether Uncle Zhao heard this sentence.

But Qin Shang's face suddenly turned a little ugly.

He felt as if his plan, which he had been preparing for a long time, had been discovered. He was furious and immediately turned his head to look at the bearded man.

"Who the hell told you to meddle in other people's business? Did he ask you? Just tell me?"

"He was able to survive until this round because of my protection. Isn't it good to let him die a worthy death?"

Hearing this, the bearded man not far away smiled calmly;

"No, I think his death in this round is too easy for a scum like you, so I think it's better for you to continue to enjoy the pain brought by this infighting. If this old man survives this round, your team will lose some points again."

"So from my point of view, whether it is to weaken the opponent's power or to eliminate a scum like you, I should help him, not to mention that you are a hypocritical person who pretends to be righteous but is actually a cold and sinister villain!"

"You've uncovered Group B's conspiracy and gone through so much trouble to win over a trusted aide and get rid of a burden. You're really calculating!"

Hearing this, Qin Shang's face quickly turned gloomy, and then he kicked a box not far away, his face full of annoyance.

"Failed, failed... I wasted so much time talking."

"It's so hard to finally get rid of this burden, is this a wasted opportunity?"

Then, Qin Shang squatted on the ground with his hands on his head and a look of pain on his face;

"Damn it, damn it, now our team only has two points left."

"There's no way I can pass the next round..."

"Hey, 'Master with Brains', you bastard... How about in the next round, I'll decide that you'll die. After all, you betrayed me, so it's reasonable to use your life to atone for your sins!"

crunch--

Before he could finish his words, the door of the box suddenly opened and Uncle Zhao walked out slowly.

He had a blank expression on his face, as if the person who had just brushed shoulders with death was not him at all.

He just glanced at Qin Shang casually and shook his head in disappointment.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy."

Seeing Uncle Zhao walk out alive, the two members of Group B looked at each other with playful smiles, while Qin Shang's face turned pale;

"Old man, what did you say? What did you say again? Say it again, say it to me again..."

"I want to join group B."

Uncle Zhao didn't care at all that the plan had failed. Qin Shang, who was angry and embarrassed, looked at the young man coldly with disappointment in his eyes.

Then, as Qin Shang looked panicked, he raised a piece of note paper.