Only three of the eighteen people survived?

"absurd!"

"Who wants to play what games with you?"

"watch out!"

"..."

Some of the eighteen people showed anger and scolded them one after another. Some even took out the hidden weapon of the talisman and threw it at the fat man standing in the corner.

It's just that Fatty's figure was like a phantom, and the hidden weapon of the talisman passed through his body and hit the wall, making bursts of banging explosions.

The seemingly fragile wall shrank for a while, hidden weapons fell one after another, and layers of blood foamed on the wall, which were quickly repaired back to the prototype.

The walls of this inn... Zhou Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became serious.

It's so weird, whether it's the phantom-like fat man, the inn, or the white fog, there's an indescribable weirdness.

And the masked man hiding in the dark made him feel heavier.

When the warriors saw that the attack was ineffective, they stopped in shock and looked at the fat man in fear.

Fatty still said indifferently: "It's useless, you entered the White Mist Inn, and if you want to get out alive, you have to accept the rules it sets. The rules of the game are very simple, guess the size."

As soon as he finished speaking, black smoke filled the table, and the smoke slowly condensed into a six-sided dice. The pitch-black dice was the size of a head, and the blood-red dots on it were the same as ordinary dice.

"Once you join the game, you can't quit. The game has only three rounds, and the number of people in each round is unlimited. Guess the size until the last person survives."

"After the three surviving people are selected, the rest of the people who did not participate in the game will die!"

The faces of the 18 people changed slightly, and many of them quickly understood that if only two people participated in the first round because of fear, one guessed big and the other guessed small, then the dice only needed to be turned once, and the person who guessed the result correctly would be able to Just leave.

"Ignore it, we don't participate, then this game can't go on." Someone said with flickering eyes.

These words made many people's eyes light up. If they don't participate, they don't have to die.

"If no one participates in the first round, then this round will end, enter the second round, and so on. After the third round is over, the game is over." Fatty sneered.

"How can we trust you, the winner will be able to go out alive? There is white fog outside, how do we leave?" It was Zhou Fan who spoke, and he stared coldly at the suspicious fat man.

Fatty didn't answer, he just said slowly: "Now enter the first round of game time."

The desktop in front of Zhou Fan and the others had wisps of white mist floating out.

"Those who want to participate in the first round of the game only need to touch the white fog." Fatty explained.

Fatty didn't answer Zhou Fan's words, and Zhou Fan didn't feel angry, he understood that Fatty probably wouldn't care whether they believed each other or not.

Zhou Fan looked at the small cloud of white mist in front of him with a stern expression.

"Brother Zhou, do we want to participate?" Cao Yanfang showed hesitation and confusion on his face.

Guan Yingfeng and Tan Yunfei looked at Zhou Fan the same way.

"I can't decide this for you." Zhou Fan shook his head, "I have to wait."

It's still the first round, so don't worry.

Many warriors stared at the white fog in front of them with solemn expressions.

The white mist in front of them was slowly dissipating.

"After the white fog dissipates, you will no longer be able to participate in this round." Fatty said calmly.

The warriors were all slightly startled, and finally five of them quickly reached out and touched the white mist in front of them.

The three of Cao Yanfang did not participate in this round.

After the five people touched the white fog, the white fog did not dissipate anymore, but divided into two groups, and the two groups of fog turned into the words 'big' and 'small'.

The fog in front of the other thirteen people disappeared.

There was a subtle look on everyone's faces. Five people participated in the first round. If the average number of people is calculated, it is only one less. There is not much advantage in participating in the first round.

The faces of the five people were also a little unsightly.

"If you want to choose big or small, just choose directly, and the dice will turn only after you choose." Fatty's harsh and sharp voice came again.

"What if you don't choose?" someone asked.

"Not choosing means giving up and admitting defeat." Fatty said silently.

The five warriors found that the fog began to dissipate. They dared not hesitate any more, and they did not look at their opponents, because it was a matter of luck, and there was no reference for the size.

They stretched out their hands nervously and grabbed towards the white mist. When they hit the mist on one side, the other side would dissipate directly.

The result is that three chose large and two chose small.

The moment they confirmed, the dice on the table rolled on their own.

The dice turned so fast that only a faint red and black afterimage could be seen, and it stopped immediately after turning.

All the warriors looked at the dice that stopped with a solemn expression!

The number up on the dice is four!

Four o'clock is big, and the faces of the two warriors who chose the small changed drastically. One of them stood up without hesitation and rushed towards the door.

It's just that as soon as he rushed to the door, the whole person exploded with a bang, turning into countless red blood slag, not even bones left.

The other sitting didn't dare to move, his face turned pale, "No, spare me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the whole person began to melt, the skin on his body cracked, and the blood continued to flow down.

It soon stained the entire wooden chair red.

The strange thing is that the red flesh and blood **** transformed by the two warriors, the wooden chairs and the wooden floor wriggled, absorbing all the red, white and red that the two warriors transformed.

Zhou Fan's face was shocked, and then he understood why the warrior who stood up before disappeared, not the corpse was taken away, but was absorbed by the inn!

The faces of Cao Yanfang and the three became pale, and they felt faintly nauseated.

Even though the rest of the warriors had seen this scene before, their faces were ashen.

They didn't know what to do, and they attacked the weird fat man without any effect.

The death of the two warriors~lightnovelpub.net~ did not cause any fluctuations on Fatty's face, he just said slowly: "Continue."

The three warriors who participated in the first round looked at the re-condensed words of big and small, and their faces showed fear.

If you choose the wrong one, you will die!

"Wait, if they choose the same result and come up with another result, wouldn't it mean that no one will survive?" A warrior's face changed slightly and thought.

"I didn't say that someone will survive every round." Fatty explained in a rare way.

The faces of the three warriors changed slightly, and one of them shouted: "We want to maintain different results, this time I choose small."

"I also choose small!" The second warrior shouted.

"Then I'll choose the big one." The last warrior thought about it and gritted his teeth.

Zhou Fan looked at it coldly, and he thought to himself, why do you want to play this game?

In his opinion, this is more like a sacrifice!