The mother in my memory was extremely gentle and never blamed him at all.

Why does she seem to be possessed in the dream?

Is it because dreams are opposite?

Is the holy altar a holy place for gold rushing or a kind of gangster of the same kind?

Shengyin kept reporting on the battle situation, causing An Wujiu's thoughts to repeatedly pull. In the end, he came out of the storage room and had already heard the news of Ueno Daiseki's death before he even walked to the living room.

"The player Ueno Daisei, his blood bar is zeroed, and he dies."

This manipulated piece was eventually completely abandoned.

An Wujiu's wandering eyes returned to focus, and he stood up and walked towards the living room.

It seems that Zhong Yirou did not fulfill the agreement and used his ability to restore blood strips to Ueno, who was dying.

In the corridor, he heard the quarrel between Zhong Yirou and Yang Ming. Walking out of the corridor, the light hit his face inch by inch.

"I will launch a duel against you now," Yang Ming's voice was very firm, "Shengyin, I want to launch a duel against Zhong Yirou!"

Yang Ming was bound to get seven points from Zhong Yirou, and he probably wanted to do this a long time ago.

However, Shengyin replied so.

"The duels are full today and we cannot initiate a duel."

Zhong Yirou felt relieved for a moment and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"This is God's will. Some people are so determined to kill, so I'd better use the skills to increase blood bars twice on myself."

She smiled and patted her chest, opened her game panel, and clicked on it. The panel beeped, "What if the resurrected cult appears again in the night and kill my life?"

An Wujiu spoke softly, "If you use it, the final reward points will be less than 10,000 points."

Ten thousand points are not a small amount, and it is very likely that the reward points for this round of game are not so many.

"It's okay, I've used it. If you can, you can breastfeed. The most important thing is to live." She said to Yang Ming on purpose, "I don't want to wake up and find that I'm dead. What can I do if I have skills? I'm useless even if I die, but it's a loss."

As long as you live until nine o'clock tomorrow morning, everything will be over.

Unable to initiate a duel, Yang Ming was angry and annoyed, thinking that it was because of his emotions that he would miscalculate. Ueno's four lives were too difficult to fight, and he should leave the chance of the last duel to Zhong Yirou.

But he also knew that even if he really used the duel opportunity to Zhong Yirou, she could still prosper her life.

In any case, this night will surely pass like this.

The bullying, vicious fighting, suspicion and intrigue among the eight people will inevitably end after the sacred music is played tomorrow morning.

This is the last night.

Shen Ti drank the last of the water and lay alone on the bed.

When he left the living room, the clock showed 11:45. He wanted to stay there and see what would appear in the small wooden door open under the quartz clock.

But at that time he was about to enter forced sleep, and he didn't want to fall down on the last night.

His index finger gently tapped the edge of the wooden bed, making a regular sound, which coincided with the clock second hand that was separated by a long corridor. However, his eyes wandered around and finally froze on his wrist.

The marks of the handcuffs were not completely eliminated, and they were like scars that were about to heal, staying on the surface of the skin. He lifted them up, as if they were savoring the traction before he could recall them.

The feeling of being restrained is strange, but it is not bad.

He thought of the night he entered An Wujiu's room, and he said to himself.

"It's getting late." It's time to leave.

The moment the hypnotic gas was released, the fingers that were pounding suddenly stopped.

Half dreaming and half awake, he suddenly figured out something.

All the chaotic thoughts gathered at this moment.

He was like a cat that was against a ball of yarn, constantly searching and scratching his claws, but at some point he suddenly saw the undetectable thread.

Then he smiled, before forced to fall asleep.

I will definitely have a beautiful dream tonight, think carefully.

On the morning of the fifth day, An Wujiu woke up almost the first time the medicine had dissipated, and after opening his eyes, he went straight to the living room.

The second hand is still moving little by little.

6:23 am.

He was the first person to appear here, so he did nothing to do and did something boring.

Soon, others appeared one after another. This was the last few hours that determined their destiny. Even with the forced gas, the huge desire to survive could not make people sleep peacefully.

Yang Ming is the second person to arrive.

He looked around for a while and found that Zhong Yirou had not come out yet, and he kept scanning the quartz clock in the living room.

It was just after 8 o'clock when Zhong Yirou came out. Strangely, she did not change her cheongsam, nor did she change her hairstyle, and she didn't even wear makeup, and she looked panicked.

"I used two opportunities to add blood strips before going to bed last night. There should be three." Zhong Yirou clicked on his panel, "But I lost a blood last night."

Her head showed the number of blood bars now, and indeed, there were only two left.

Lao Yu murmured: "The cultists are still among us..."

Yang Ming, who was standing by, didn't care about this matter at all, but laughed loudly.

No matter what kind of cult he is not a cult, now is the time. Zhong Yirou only has the last two lives left, so he must fight quickly.

"Shenzhen!" He turned around and signaled to Shizhen leaning against the wall, "Go up now."

At this moment, Yang Ming was unwilling to initiate a duel by himself, because if this was the case, Chen Ti might suddenly turn against the enemy. He had only one life and had to act safely.

Perhaps out of the contract, he was stern and did not resist, "I have launched a duel against Zhong Yirou."

Shengyin immediately responded, "The player is honest and launched a duel against the player Zhong Yirou."

"Please respond as soon as possible, and take five minutes."

The moment Zhong Yirou stepped into the scarlet light curtain, she looked very panicked. She kept turning her head to look at the others. She could not refuse the duel and hoped to get help from anyone present.

The first one to stand up was An Wujiu.

He stepped into the duel threshold and stood behind Zhong Yirou.

Chen Ti stared at An Wujiu's face, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Ming, who was outside the duel threshold, began to laugh at him unscrupulously, "Chen Ti has eight blood bars. What is your blood bar? Did you come up with him after you wanted to die?"

An Wujiu didn't speak.

Yang Ming was unhappy, but he was still calculating.

An Wujiu stood in line with Zhong Yirou, and the old man who had a crush on him would definitely stand up in order not to let An Wujiu die. In this way, the total number of blood bars on one side was eight.

Chen Ti can let Wu You go up here, including one of his own blood bars, a total of 13.

Crushing victory.

But just when Yang Ming felt a little relieved, the second person walked up.

It was Wu You who had been ambushing in Yang Ming's camp for a long time.

He just watched Wu You enter the duel threshold, walked towards Zhong Yirou step by step, and finally stopped beside An Wujiu.

Yang Ming began to realize something was wrong.

"Wu You! What are you doing?"

Under the brim of the hat, Wu You's expression did not have much emotional ups and downs, but just whispered, "Zhong Yirou's red line connects me."

"Are you crazy or stupid? If she is even the one who is in her, you will help her?"

"She helped me." Wu You's face did not change and continued to make reasons.

"You are really unreasonable! I was blind to help you!" Yang Ming was furious, but he tried hard to convince himself to calm down and think about the status quo.

Chen Ti has 8 blood bars on this side, and Lao Yu is also 8 on the other side.

No, there is not much time left. You must kill Zhong Yirou.

Before Lao Yu could take action outside the duel threshold, Yang Ming took the lead and came to Chen Ti's side.

"This is what you want to go against me yourself. Once you enter the duel threshold, you will not have the chance to go back on your word."

Shengyin appears, "Are there any other players joining this duel?"

At this moment, Lao Yu was the only one left outside the duel. An Wujiu turned his face and looked at him. His expression seemed to be different from the past, as if he was deliberately avoiding his own eyes.

Similarly, he also avoided the issue of Shengyin.

"The faction selection ends, duel threshold is closed."

At this moment, Yang Ming seemed to have won the victory and laughed, "Even your red line is not willing to help you! This is your life, you are safe!"

An Wujiu was also thinking about the reason for Lao Yu's actions, although he never thought he could do it completely. Lao Yu's abandonment still surprised him.

"Why?" During the gap between the system's selection of weapons, he looked at Lao Yu, his eyes were so clear that he seemed out of place in this arena.
To be continued...