An Wujiu fell to the ground, raised his hand and slowly wiped away the blood. He tried to control his abnormal muscles, pressed the ground with the milder injured hand, and stood up with difficulty.

An Wujiu, who was swaying and pale, walked out of the duel threshold.

Although the duel was much more uncomfortable than he thought, his plan succeeded at least the first step.

No one spoke in the duel arena, just as it was when the duel started, but the expression on everyone's face changed.

In the quiet room, there was a sound of applause.

It's Yang Ming.

He clapped his hands with a smile, walked from the dark corner of the room to An Wujiu, and admired his frustrated appearance with great satisfaction.

"An Wujiu, what have you experienced after the last round of the game?" Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at An Wujiu with slender eyes. "Look at what you are now. You may never be able to go back like before."

He always remembers how he had survived the last ten-day nightmare, how he bowed to An Wujiu like a dog but was pushed out by him, and finally survived, killed someone and snatched his points before he survived to the end.

Now this devil-like guy in front of him actually said that he had lost his memory and could not remember anything.

He obviously won the game without any injuries, but entered this round but pretended to be an innocent and weak person who was seriously injured and dying.

It's just a lie that is hidden.

"You said that the altar is a Darwinian Colosseum, if you are weak, you should die." Yang Ming held back his anger and pinched his chin.

"What about you now, should you follow your own creed and die?"

For a moment, An Wujiu felt something was wrong.

The huge tinnitus prevented him from getting out of his hallucinations.

On Yang Ming's thin face, he saw the dried Siberian trees, strange Western ancient sayings, bottles and jars soaked in organs and prosthetics on the black market, blank, spotless circular laboratories, and prisons without windows.

The strange blue sky in the huge monitor.

The fragments of everything were mixed together bizarrely, like some kind of witchcraft or a procedural virus, which was intertwined in his mind, and only the last trace of his rational voice was left.

He woke up without knowingly, and had not had time to save his mother.

Do you really want to die like this?

An Wujiu's loss of consciousness made Yang Ming feel humiliated to some extent. He sneered, "You can pretend to be so similar, you can endure humiliation."

"Can you really forget everything?"

An Wujiu, who was injured, had bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he said in a weak voice: "I really forgot. You can kill me, but I'm dead... you may not be able to win the end."

"What did you say!" Yang Ming grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of him.

An Wujiu lowered his voice and said softly, "The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind..."

Yang Ming was quiet for two seconds.

His heart struggled for a moment in a short time. An Wujiu, who entered this round of game, became taciturn and silent, and said very little, but every sentence made Yang Ming unable to feel at ease.

Is he testing his determination to kill him?

Or have you found a partner? You are planning to take the lead directly after killing him. This game is not about force. It depends on who gets the highest survival score in the end, who can protect the person he has secretly loved and get rid of the curse. This is the best solution.

An Wujiu means that he has found the person who can get the highest score under the optimal solution?

Who is it? Zhong Yirou? Or Ueno, or Wu You?

He couldn't find the answer, nor could he find the answer. He was so angry that he suddenly pushed An Wujiu to the ground.

Although there was already doubt in his heart, he could not let him go so easily, at least torture him.

"Otherwise, that's how it is." Yang Ming squatted down at An Wujiu, stared at his face for a while, then turned around and smiled to the others, "Let's test if he is really lying."

Ueno asked: "How to test it?"

"We continue to fight. Anyway, An Wujiu has only two lives left. I don't believe that when he is about to die, he can still pretend. He takes a step back and says that An Wujiu has really lost his memory, and you don't lose money. Without a dangerous competitor, he gets more supplies. What a good deal."

The duel room was quiet, and no one voiced against such cruel plans.

Wu You raised her foot and was about to move forward when Zhong Yirou next to her held her arm. She shook her head silently at him.

Liu Chengwei clearly has joined forces with Yang Ming, and the others may have reached a cooperation with Yang Ming in the dark. At this time, as long as they stand up, they are new targets.

An Wujiu fell to the ground, his hair stuck to his face with blood. Because of the flashback of memory, his senses became very blurred, and he could only barely hear Yang Ming's humiliation.

"Your face should be very popular in the real world." His shriveled hand slapped An Wujiu's face twice, "What a pity. I heard that people will die completely after brain death. If they become vegetative people, you can still be a dumb sex doll, don't you?"

Hearing this, Lao Yu spoke out and stopped him, "Yang Ming, you're a little too much."

An Wujiu's consciousness recovered in a vague way and heard their conversation.

"What? Do you sympathize with him? Why didn't you stand up and mortgage your blood strip to him?" Yang Ming stood up, "I just wanted you to consume his next blood strip..."

The situation changes too quickly.

The spearhead suddenly changed to other people. Wu You felt something was wrong and said to Zhong Yirou very quietly: "Can Lao Yu be the one who... Yang Ming cursed?"

But Zhong Yirou shook her head without hesitation, paused for two or three seconds before saying the reason for her determination, "It's because Lao Yu stood up." She whispered, "If you want Lao Yu to dominate, you just want to test whether he can take sides. Only those who are swaying will become his abandoned son."

Wu You observed her expression and said nothing.

Faced with Yang Ming's decision to throw out one person again, the others remained silent.

Even when facing an opponent like An Wujiu with only two blood bars, none of them standing here want to enter the duel threshold with him. Even if they win, they will make enemies for themselves. Yang Ming took the initiative to choose one, which made others grateful.

"Wait a minute..." Yang Ming suddenly changed his mind.

"Since you are so opposed, I will give you another chance to choose the camp you want to go to, and you won't need to do this round."

He seemed cautious in his words, but in fact he was not much different from threat. After saying that, he turned around and looked at a dark corner in the duel room.
Chapter completed!