Thousands of demons fell for me

A countdown timer is displayed on the wall in the middle of the door, and the eye-catching numbers exude orange-yellow light, like a yellowed reminder.

"Now, please come and guess, whether this woman will be alive or dead in 3 minutes, and the time limit for answering the question is 3 minutes."

When the voice fell, the falling time on the wall also began to flow second by second. Every time it was reduced by one second, there would be a "gada" sound like the rotation of the hands of the watch, shaking the field like a drumstick being struck. on everyone's heartstrings.

Looking at the two doors in front of him, no one dared to step out easily.

Obviously Tan Xinrui is alive and well now, but who can tell clearly what will happen in 3 minutes?

If after they entered the "life" gate, the cold-blooded and heartless rabbit broke Tan Xinrui's neck in an upset, wouldn't they also die together?

But what if they entered the gate of death, and the rabbit was kind enough to let Tan Xinrui go, they would still be dead.

The most likely result now is that Tan Xinrui's life and death will be decided by the party with the fewest number of people who enter the door, but everyone is willing to save their lives. Without knowing the choice of others, no one dares to enter this door rashly.

If the stalemate continues like this, no one will enter, and after 3 minutes, everyone will still die together.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Tan Xinrui recovered from the extreme fear, tears flowed out, and the heavy makeup on his face was messed up, turning into a colorful face.

At this time, she also realized that she had fallen into a trap. From the beginning, there was no such good thing as a gold medal to avoid death. The rabbit just said that she didn't need to participate in the game, and she didn't say that people who didn't participate in the game would not die.

Fear, despair, annoyance...

All kinds of negative emotions flooded into her mind.

"It's you, it should be you." Pointing at Luo Xingchen, she roared hoarsely, twisting her body desperately, "I saw it, it should be you who drew the lottery. You are a ghost, you are all in the same group of!"

Tan Xinrui's frantic accusation made Luo Xingchen stunned. He was indeed hindered a little while drawing lots just now, but it didn't seem to have much significance for the whole game.

In the final analysis, everything depends on the mood of the mechanical rabbit. If he chooses the wrong door in the end, he will still die.

It is impossible for his choice to directly determine Tan Xinrui's life or death.

"Miss, are you questioning my impartiality?"

The rabbit glanced sideways at Luo Xingchen, with faint red light in its eyes, it squeezed the fingers on the back of Tan Xinrui's neck, and threatened in a low voice, "Better pay attention to your words, otherwise the other people on the field will You shouldn’t mind if I help them reduce the difficulty of the game.”

Tan Xinrui gasped in pain, she felt that her slender neck was like a fragile wooden bar, which would be broken by that cold metal hand at any time.

The rabbit's words were clearly a hint, as long as it strangled Tan Xinrui to death on the spot, there would be only one choice for everyone.

Of course, there is another alternative, as long as Tan Xinrui is rescued from the rabbit's grasp, and she enters the "Sheng" gate with her, then the problem will also be solved.

"Brother Long, save me quickly, Brother Long."

Tan Xinrui looked at Long Tianshan tearfully, wanting to grab the last straw.

Long Tianshan gritted his teeth, turned his head and glanced at the time on the wall, 2 minutes had passed before he knew it, and he couldn't continue to procrastinate like this.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll be right here."

He said in a deep voice, pulled out the Swiss Army knife in his pocket, bounced off the sharp blade with a "bang", and threw it in the direction of the mechanical rabbit.

To Long Tianshan, throwing throwing knives is just like a routine, fast and accurate, ten shots out of ten, basically there will be no mistakes.

"Pfft-"

The silver sharp blade pierced through the snow-white skin like cutting tofu, pierced the tender neck, and splashed a bright red blood.

"dragon……"

Tan Xinrui's trachea and arteries were cut off, blood flowed profusely in front of his neck, but he could only make a "hissing" sound of air leakage when he opened his mouth, and red blood foam kept gushing out of his mouth.

In just a few seconds, he stared fixedly at Long Tianshan with bloodshot muddy eyes, and breathed his last breath unwillingly.

"Why, how did this happen?" Long Tianshan showed a strange expression, took a step back tremblingly, looked at the mechanical rabbit in the distance in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "You must have done something."

"Hehehe..." Rabbit tilted his head, laughed darkly twice, threw aside Tan Xinrui's gradually chilling body, and slapped Long Tianshan with his big steel palm a few times, " Great acting."

"None of my business!"

Long Tianshan yelled, as if over-stimulated, he ran towards the door with the word "death" written on it without looking back.

Looking at the countdown that was about to be cleared, the others also ran in behind Long Tianshan.

Tan Xinrui's body was already too cold, and there was no suspense about the answer to this puzzle.

After stepping through the door shrouded in white light, there is an endless snow field in the forest behind, and pure white blood flowers are dancing in the sky.

It was cool in the early spring before, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the bitter winter.

Long Tianshan stepped on the knee-deep snow and walked in the front alone.

Because of what happened just now, everyone kept silent, didn't say a word, just walked forward with sullen heads, leaving rows of messy marks on the smooth snow.

Whether Long Tianshan killed Tan Xinrui was intentional or accidentally missed is no longer meaningful, at least they are still alive now.

Killing someone in the illusion will not leave a body or evidence. Even if they go out in the future, no one will hold them accountable.

It wasn't the first time those veterans had seen companions killing each other in order to fight for tickets.

The further we walked, the harder the snow fell.

The originally bright sky was gradually shrouded in haze, and the flying snowflakes danced wildly in the howling cold wind, covering everyone with bone-chilling temperature.

The blizzard blocked everyone's sight, and the clearly visible range was only one or two meters.

To make matters worse, everyone was wearing spring clothes. If they stayed in such a snowstorm for a long time, they would freeze to death sooner or later.

In order to avoid getting separated, many people pulled their hands together and walked forward simultaneously against the cold wind.

Luo Xingchen's wrist was grabbed by Mo Jingyan shortly after entering the snow field. Even in such a cold place, the opponent's hand was still very warm. The scorching heat flowed from the palm of his hand to his whole body, driving away all attempts around him. Corrosive ice.

Only Long Tianshan was always alone, because of Tan Xinrui's death, he seemed to be vigilant and isolated by everyone.

Suddenly, a vague figure appeared in the distance, staggering slowly towards the direction of the crowd.

When the man was walking, his body was a little staggering, and his crooked head was also dangling, and his state didn't look normal.

"who is it?"

Everyone stopped and looked ahead warily, but because of the heavy snowstorm, they couldn't see very clearly. They could only vaguely see the outline of a woman.

The woman lowered her head, her long black hair was hanging in front of her face, and she kept muttering in her mouth, her hoarse voice was very strange, it sounded like the whistling wind.

When she was three or four meters away from Longtian Mountain, the woman stopped, raised her head suddenly, and her drooping hair spread out to both sides.

That fair face was covered with red blood froth, frozen together with the icy blood, and there was also a large piece of red ice on the neck, with a conspicuous Swiss army knife inserted in the middle.

"Tan Xinrui!"

Looking at the man who should have died, Long Tianshan froze in place in fright.

"Why did you kill me? Why did you kill me..."

Tan Xinrui looked at Long Tianshan resentfully, and kept repeating this sentence, she suddenly grinned, and started to run wildly on the soft snow with her bare feet.

Long Tianshan couldn't dodge in time, and was thrown to the ground by Tan Xinrui, and fell into the thick ice and snow, splashing the sky with snowflakes.

The others scattered immediately, looking at the scene in front of them in horror, but no one dared to step forward to rescue them.

Mo Jingyan pretended to be scared, and tightly grabbed Luo Xingchen's arm.

He obviously didn't intend to save Long Tianshan, a loathsome guy, nor did he intend to let his favorite person go to this muddy water.

"Give me back my life!"

Tan Xinrui uttered a mournful cry, raised Senbai's right hand, stretched out five sharp red nails, and scratched Long Tianshan's neck.

At this moment, a slender figure appeared in the distance, galloping towards this side like a gust of wind, blowing up pieces of snowflakes.

The man stopped in front of Long Tianshan, squinted his eyes slightly, and dropped a hand knife at a fairly fast speed, hitting Tan Xinrui on the back of the head.

Tan Xinrui's movements paused, his head instantly exploded into red and white icicles like a balloon pricked by a needle, and the headless corpse slammed straight on Long Tianshan's chest.

Everyone froze in place, so surprised that they even forgot to scream.

They stared at the person who blew Tan Xinrui's head off with his hands. It turned out to be Duan Huali, a newcomer flight attendant whom they had seen in the waiting room before.

Long Tianshan pushed Tan Xinrui's heavy body away, and got up from the ground in embarrassment. While patting the bloody snow on his body, he looked at the familiar person in front of him disconcertedly.

This little boy who was looked down upon by him actually saved his life when life and death were at stake. Compared with gratitude, he felt more aggrieved.

With his usual faint smile, Duan Huali glanced at the crowd in the snow with wandering eyes, finally landed on Luo Xingchen, and moved down to the hands held together by Mo Jingyan and Luo Xingchen.

A gloomy haze imperceptibly flashed across the originally gentle gaze, but it was fleeting, disappearing without a trace like fog blown away by the wind.