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The people of Qihun looked at the turntable carefully, with a strange expression on their face, but this strangeness soon faded away.He turned his head and smiled at Lin Ziyu, and then started to turn the dial.

This time the Qihun people didn't use much force, the turntable turned a few times and then gradually stopped, and the pointer pointed to a harpoon.

"Congratulations to player Qihun for winning the harpoon."

"We are about to reach the first sacrificial point, please get ready."

The reminder sounded and then fell, and the harpoon appeared in front of the Qihun people out of thin air. The Qihun people grabbed it quickly, held the harpoon in their hands and played with it a few times.

Lin Zijuan silently watched how the Qihun people operated.

The Qihun man showed no regrets about getting the harpoon. He tried a few times to familiarize himself, and then slowly stood up after he estimated that it was almost done.

The raft was flowing fast on the river, and the Qihun man stood unsteadily, but he wanted to get closer to the edge of the raft, and almost fell into the water several times.

Qihun's feet were unstable and his situation was not optimistic, but he didn't hesitate at all in his movements. He aimed at the right moment and shot suddenly, plunged the harpoon into the water at once.

He hit the target with one blow, but the forceful movement on his body caused the raft to sway several times, and almost sank into the water with the raft, but fortunately the raft held its own and did not really overturn.

The harpoon was retracted, and what was hanging on it was a fat fish. This fish was very angry, and could shake its tail and struggle even if it was pierced through by the harpoon.

The Qihun people didn't dare to delay, and quickly took the fish down. He had just caught the fish when his right palm was empty, and the harpoon disappeared.

The people of Qihun took a look at Lin Ziyu and said, "It's a one-off."

Use it and it's gone.

Lin Zijuan glanced at the upside-down fish in the hands of the Qihun people, and he understood a little bit. Although the prompt said that players were required to take turns using the turntable to draw tributes, they did not necessarily have to use prizes. It is also inappropriate for a harpoon to worship.

In short, the most important thing is to have a tribute.

While thinking about it, the speed of the raft slowed down, and when it reached a certain point, it stopped abruptly on the water.

Lin Zijuan looked towards the river bank, and saw a tall statue standing on the right bank.

The statue is more than ten meters by eye, and the eyes are not good enough. The white background, the whole image is an evil god similar to Guanyin, without a lotus seat, and it is the object of the Qihun people's lottery.

The Qihun man didn't respond at first. He stood on the raft and shook his eyes at the statue, as if he was wondering what the form of worship should be like.

But the Qihun people didn't delay too long, he weighed the fish in his hand, made up his mind, suddenly took a step back and swung his arms violently, concentrating on gathering strength... Then he burst out and threw the fish in his hand at the statue fiercely threw it over.

His throw was extremely precise, both in movement and strength, so that the fish drew a parabola in the air, and hit the statue's face impartially.

Then from top to bottom, it slid a straight line on the statue and fell to the ground.

The two of them couldn't see the condition of the statue clearly because they were on the raft, but they knew that it must have been randomly stained with fishy smell.

Witnessing the whole process of Lin Zi Prison: "..."

Although Lin Ziyu has never participated in religious activities, he is very clear that worship will never be throwing fish at the face of the "god".

Unexpectedly, the "gods" here are extraordinarily magnanimous, and they are not angry even after being stunned by the Qihun people. They want to show the Qihun people what to do with divine punishment.

The statue just stood where it was, looking at the two men on the raft with an evil smile.

The sound of the running water was extremely ear-piercing, and the Qihun people did not speak, but looked at the statue thoughtfully.

After a few seconds, the raft started to move again, and continued to carry the two of them downstream.

Lin Ziyu looked back, is this over?

"Player Lin Ziyu, please start the lottery draw."

The prompt sounded again in a flat and boring manner, and then the turntable also teleported to Lin Ziyu.

Lin Zijuan looked at the turntable, and immediately understood why Qi Hunren's face was a little weird at first... What kind of options are there on it.

Hats, morning glory...

In comparison, the harpoon drawn by the Qihun people was already a good choice.

Lin Zijuan didn't look at it for too long. He dialed it randomly, and the turntable began to spin around. Seeing that the pointer was about to land in the area of ​​the umbrella, it deviated a little and crossed the area of ​​the umbrella, and finally stopped at the next door.

Facial mask.

Lin Zijuan felt his throat dry all of a sudden.

There was no chance for the turntable to do it all over again, and a brand new box of unopened sheet masks appeared in front of Lin Ziqian when he was having a headache.

The mask was not supported in the air, so it fell down very quickly, and hit Lin Ziyu's little finger, causing him severe pain.

The people of Qihun could not help laughing when they saw the things drawn by Linzi prison.

Lin Ziqian glanced over, and Qihunren quickly shut up and bit his lips to hold back his laughter. Unfortunately, both the mask itself and Lin Ziyu were too full of comedy elements, and Qihunren worked hard to bear it.

But still couldn't bear it.

"Haha, ha... hum... poof!"

Qi Hun made a series of meaningless noises, and later he really didn't dare to continue committing crimes under the gaze of Lin Zi Prison, so he barely turned his body and lowered his head to cover his face, but just like that, his shoulders kept shrugging.

Everyone knows what he's doing.

Lin Ziyu put his eyes on the mask in his hand, and he didn't even have any other thoughts in his mind.

The raft slowly stopped on the water again, and a statue appeared in the forest prison's sight.

This is the "God" he drew.

The appearance of this "god" is even more peculiar than the previous fake Guanyin. The first thing you notice is its lower body.

This god has no legs.

Not only that, but he is also sitting in a wheelchair, which of course is also part of the statue.

... God in a wheelchair?Lin Zijuan felt that he had learned a lot.

Further up, the statue is obviously very thin, and the deformed bones are vividly displayed.His face was also full of exhaustion and melancholy, his eyes were half closed, and his gaze was lowered, giving an inexplicable feeling of resistance to the outside world.

Overall, this doesn't look like a god in the usual sense.Gods are generally illusions that mortals place their desires on, and are endowed with various abilities that transcend the ordinary world.

But this god, it seems that he can't even save himself.

Lin Ziqian was holding the mask box, hesitating for a while, wondering if he should throw the mask over like the Hun people.

The last god had a good temper, but this one is not necessarily so.

The people of Qihun did not think it was a big deal and urged beside him: "Smash him! Smash him!"

It's definitely not okay to do nothing, but Lin Ziyu didn't really intend to put the mask on the statue's face.He estimated the distance, chose a direction and threw the mask box in his hand vigorously.

Lin Zi Prison was not as malicious as the Qihun people. The mask did not hit the statue, but it just landed at the statue's feet.

The mask fell to the ground, but the raft still did not move.

A not-so-good premonition floated in Lin Zijuan's heart, before he could react, a force from nowhere hit Lin Zijuan heavily, and immediately knocked him over from the raft , The whole person fell into the water unprepared.

After a few days, Lin Zi Prison fell into the water again, feeling the suffocation of being trapped in the water again.

The current was fast and fierce, and Lin Zijuan tried to float up and found it was still a little difficult. He stabilized his mind to avoid choking on the water, and when he was about to change the method, a hand reached into the water to catch his arm, and tried to help He climbed up to the raft.

In reality, the raft would have capsized a long time ago, but now the raft is still strong and stable after going through all the tossing in Linzi Prison.

Climbing onto the raft with water stains all over his body, Lin Ziyu thanked Qihunren.

Qi Hun looked like he had watched all the fun, and he was not in a hurry to accept the thank you from Lin Ziyu. He folded his hands and sat aside, and said coolly: "Didn't you soak enough water in the last level? If you want to choose something related to water, don’t you think this is…”

The words "self-inflicted and self-accepted" made Qihun people silence, but he has already fully revealed the meaning.

Lin Zijuan wiped his hands from his face, raised his eyelids and glanced at Qihunren, "You are not much better than me, maybe you will reap the consequences after a while."

The last time Qihun chose Ocean Mythology, this time he chose "God" as the key word. I don't know if he is lazy or he is extra confident in this regard.

In this regard, the two of them are just about the same.

The Qihun people smiled and did not refute.

After Lin Zijuan climbed up, the raft started to move and continued to drive downstream.

"It seems that gods don't like masks very much." Qi Hun said humanely.

Hell if he likes it, Lin Ziyu complained in his heart.The randomness of the turntable is too high, and there is no guarantee of what kind of Linzi prison will be drawn next time. What if the follow-up ones are all such "tributes"...

Although it is said that winning or losing is based on who worships the real god, it is not a big deal to be drowned every time.

Lin Ziyu recalled the objects on the turntable one by one, and simply classified them in his mind.Just as he was thinking, the Qihun people suddenly said, "Actually, you don't need to thank me too much."

Lin Zijuan raised his head with a dazed look on his face.

"Although I'm handsome and attractive, you really don't have to keep it in your heart for trivial matters, just give me half of the points casually."

Lin Ziyu: "..."

Seeing Lin Ziyu's indifferent expression of "who the hell are you", Qi Hun laughed out loud, "Just kidding, don't look at me like that."

Lin Ziqian labeled Qi Hunren in his mind as having been tortured out of his mind, and then continued to pick up his own train of thought.

The Qihun people were unwilling to let go, and continued to speak after two seconds of silence: "Actually, it doesn't make any difference whether I save you or not."

Lin Ziyu was interrupted from thinking again, "Yes", "Yes, even if you sit still, I can climb up by myself."

The Qihun people ignored Lin Ziyu's words, and just continued to say, "The roulette game will not end until the winner is decided. Even if you are drowned, I have to continue alone. If Coincidentally, both of us died accidentally, so that would be interesting... If there is no winner, this game will never end."

Lin Zijuan had found out that the Qihun people didn't need to agree with him at all, and these words were not meant to be heard by Lin Zijuan, this person just wanted to push him.

Fortunately, the Qihun people probably had enough talking, and finally quieted down. Just at this time, the turntable also appeared in front of the Qihun people, waiting for the Qihun people to start the lottery draw.

The Qihun man was studying the options on the turntable, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, so he didn't reach out for a long time.

"Qihun people." Lin Ziyu called out suddenly.

"Huh?" Qi Hun followed the sound and turned his head to look at Lin Ziyu.

"Are you nervous?"

Lin Ziyu was a little surprised. The design of the last level showed the madness of the Qihun people everywhere, and he was very worthy of his name as a turntable villain.

Such a person would be nervous on the turntable.

Qihun was stunned for a moment, neither denying nor admitting, he picked up the topic that had come to an end just now, "The never-ending game, this is the aesthetics of the level."

"Aesthetics?" Lin Ziju couldn't help repeating the word, and the Qihun people made the content jump a little too much.

The Qihun people chuckled a few times, "Eternal aesthetics."