Chapter 368 I Will Kill You

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"Obviously, if I say no bet, you won't agree."

In the face of desperation, Annan remained extremely calm.

"Of course."

The rotting man said leisurely: "If you don't choose, I will choose for you. According to the rules of the Thousand Faces Tower, there are already plans for people who play passive games like this."

Of course he knew that the rotten man didn't tell the whole story—it was still the rotten man's unique style. But anyone who can disgust people in subtle ways will never let them go.

This is probably the lowest of all the gods.

Even he himself is not ashamed, but proud of this kind of cowardice.

The rotten man did not explain to Annan.

The most dangerous part of this game is not "drawing the five cards that Kafni picked out the fastest".

——And after drawing the right cards, when attacking the rotting man... "How to avoid the cards that Kafni may choose."

Every time an attack is made against the rot, a card must be sacrificed.

And as long as the "real card" drawn by Cafney is fired as ammunition.

...That means that it is absolutely impossible for Annan to win.

He must draw all the remaining cards one by one, endure fear and anticipation (if he has any), forget his friends one by one, and detonate into despair when he finally fails.

——That is to say, Annan can't make a wrong choice even once.

Such a bad rule.

It's like writing "I'll die for you" on your face.

"You sure think you've got me, don't you?"

Annan said in a low voice.

The rotten man didn't say a word, just put his hands behind his back and looked at Annan with a smile.

Annan took a deep breath.

- Such a familiar desperate situation.

The bottom of his pupils gradually lit up with light.

focus. serious. Concentrate.

Do your best.

Never fail.

Never make a single mistake——

The pressure enough to overwhelm and drive a person crazy, but on the contrary, the corners of Annan's mouth couldn't help but start to rise.

"Hehehe...hahahahaha...ahhahahahahaha!"

Annan didn't hide it, and started laughing like a lunatic!

Like a sparking flame.

In the abyss of desperation, a brilliant golden light ignited from Annan's eyes with a swish.

"are you crazy?"

The rotting man said leisurely, "That's not your fault."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Annan's laughter finally stopped.

The gentle smile on his face finally disappeared—like taking off a mask.

An unpredictable aura of madness ignited from the flames in his eyes.

"Hey."

The weird accent sounded with Annan's voice.

Like a shrill child's voice.

Like an old muffled sound.

"—Then let me ask you."

Being tied to the throne, it looks like a king sitting here.

The young black-haired son raised his voice and asked.

"—do you dare raise?"

"Raise?"

The rotten man frowned.

"You have lived many more years than I have. For a heartless person like you, forgetting someone is not a punishment. So I want a more exact punishment—"

Annan said coldly: "Every time you are killed by this knife, you will receive the pain of a 'death penalty'!"

"--Can."

The rotten man agreed without hesitation: "But at the same time, it also takes effect on you.

"If you die from pain and faint from pain, then I will turn over the cards for you."

It doesn't matter if you endure such pain.

When hit by the "Blade of Oblivion", every time you forget a person, you will forget everything connected with it. And Annan's life so far is only fifteen years.

As long as enough people are hacked, his consciousness can be completely washed away.

Annan, the great enemy, can be completely powerless here.

It doesn't matter if you pay enough—forgetting some memories, enduring the pain of being killed dozens of times.

"it is good."

Annan grinned: "Then I'll stay here and charge a little interest."

The rotten man and Annan looked at each other.

Both of them had extremely strong killing intent in their eyes.

"Then you only have five minutes per turn to think."

The rotten man slowly sat down on the seat on the other side of the table, and said indifferently: "Then, the game begins."

When the sound fell.

Annan's temperament changed.

The golden radiance burning in his eyes is even more gorgeous, just like a ghost with empty eye sockets. But the invisible madness on his body was slightly restrained.

"Just let you see the gap between you and me."

Obviously he is a mortal.

But Annan said such words without hesitation.

"The first one—twelve."

Annan said calmly: "Caffney will think of the old grandmother based on me and Dmitri at the first time, and then think of the holy day of the old grandmother-December 1."

Following Annan's words fell.

The card with twelve turned into a blue light spot and dissipated.

"correct."

The rotten voice was equally calm: "Choose your attack points."

"That's naturally... fifteen."

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Annan's mouth: "Let me watch it first."

The card with fifteen on it stood up immediately.

It shattered and turned into scarlet spots of light. Influx into the purple dagger.

On the purple dagger, a number "Fifteen" appeared.

Afterwards, streaks of purple streamers overlapped and rushed from the dagger to the rotting man.

Suddenly, there was a fifteen-knife-deep bloody mouth on the rotten man's body.

The divine blood gushed out tick-tock, fell on the ground and turned into a fragrant breath.

The rotten man grunted first, and then suddenly clenched the handle of the seat.

His body trembled—and he lost control.

After that, his whole body tensed up suddenly, his body writhed like a snake, and the blood kept pumping out along with his movements, turning his body into a blood man.

His sweat gushed out along with the blood, and there was an obvious look of pain on his face... Then he finally couldn't bear it, and screamed out. The voice was hoarse like a crow.

It wasn't until more than a minute passed that he gradually calmed down.

And his tongue has been bitten by himself.

The rotten man poohed and spat out a mouthful of minced meat. Taking a deep breath—his tongue healed again, and the wound on his body quickly recovered.

But the white robe, which was soaked in sweat, blood and urine, was not repaired by him.

"As expected of a dead eunuch."

Annan said quietly: "It's fast. It's a pity that there is no way to separate these fifteen executions, otherwise I will definitely give you it slowly, and it won't be so violent once it comes up."

"It's been three minutes."

The rotten man didn't care about his indecent image of peeing his pants at all.

He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "My execution time is of course included in these five minutes. It is impossible for you to prolong the thinking time by torturing me."

"...Do you think that I tortured you to prolong the thinking time?"

Annan sighed: "That's really a wrong guess.

"My thinking doesn't need time at all. I'm just watching your pain. And, in order not to make you paralyzed... so you can choose the next chapter card after you recover."

Annan smiled: "It's just a pity, I only have more than 60 knives. I can't cut you into pieces.

"If I didn't guess wrong, you also lied about something. In the last game, every time Kafni guessed a card correctly, you would tell a lie about me; and every time she guessed a card wrong card, you will tell the truth.

"Twelve is of course guessed right, so you will tell a lie. And of course it is a lie about me-this will lead Cafney's thinking to me. Then she will think around me, and the first time she will What do you think of?"

Annan leaned back slightly, leaning on the throne.

He said leisurely: "That's right. Of course it's... the seventh day of the sun.

"—So, the second card is seven."