Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The man with the broken leg raised his head and looked at the hunter. There was no happiness in his eyes, only boundless fear.

How could a person who could put his life as a bet leave himself alone?

No, he is so cold-blooded that he can no longer be called a "human".

He didn't pick up the gun on the ground for a long time. The hunter's smile faded a bit. He said slowly: "Oh? It seems you have discovered something. How about this? I'll give you three choices."

The hunter leaned down and said patiently: "First, there are three missing people in the banquet. As long as you find one of them, I will let you go, but you must take a dumb pill."

The man with the broken leg winced. Doesn't this mean he is looking for a scapegoat?

He could leave alive, but the other person would definitely be brutally murdered, and he couldn't do such a thing.

"Second, my men are not doing their job well. I will let him stand where he is. As long as you kill him, you can live in his place." The hunter continued.

Lu En and his companions who were standing far away heard this, and they were relieved.

Death is actually the easiest thing.

Although men with broken legs may not necessarily shoot, as long as they aim at the brain for no more than three seconds at most, they will no longer have to suffer.

However, the hunter only said "he" instead of "they", indicating that one of the two will survive.

"Third, I'll play a game with you, Russian roulette. If you win, you can leave with both hands and tail." He picked up the gun on the ground, "How about it, which one do you want to choose? Don't worry, you You can think about it slowly.”

Russian roulette is a simple yet cruel game.

The rules of the game are that everyone participating in the game takes turns to pick up a pistol and shoot themselves until the other party is shot and killed.

The man with the broken leg's lips trembled, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Yesterday, he was still a rich second generation who lived and drank, but today he had to bet his own life.

Due to excessive blood loss, he could no longer stand up, but he still had the strength to pull the trigger.

The hunter looked at his blank face. He smiled and took off his coat, covering the man with the broken leg.

It’s so cold!

The man shivered from the cold. The coat did not bring him any warmth. Instead, it felt like he was soaked in ice water.

But the coat was obviously taken off from the hunter. Could it be that his body temperature was only around zero?

How is this possible? Human body temperature is generally 36 degrees. Even if it is one or two degrees lower, it will be life-threatening.

If the temperature reaches sub-zero, ice residue will appear in the blood in the human body, right?

"I, I choose... choose the third one!" He said weakly.

The hunter nodded with satisfaction and said, "I like your courage, so you should be the first one to pull the trigger."

Generally speaking, since there is only one bullet in the magazine, the probability of being shot by the first person to pull the trigger is extremely small, only about one in six.

Under the light, the man noticed that the hunter's pupils stood up like snakes.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to forget about it, but his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the gun steady.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the man's temple, and he could even feel the residual heat emitted by the gun.

The magazine turned, but the gun didn't go off.

"Good luck." The hunter congratulated, "It's my turn."