Has it been played?
have no idea.
Pan Hao shook up the hand-cranked flashlight, and a pale yellow light appeared in this dark and cramped small environment.
He used a branch to write a line of text on the ground: "The speaker should be playing. Look at the straw vibrating slightly. Will all the weird things outside die?"
Wang Hao also wrote in response: "Most of them will probably die. I'm not sure if those without wisdom will die."
He erased the line of text he just wrote and wrote another sentence.
"However, don't think about the Fountain of Youth or anything like that. It is a derivative of the devil's power and is specially used to anchor others. If you borrow its power, you will be under its hidden control and it will be difficult to escape. As soon as you introduce it
Can ordinary people afford it?"
"I see that you are strong and strong, but now you are anxious to consider the issue of lifespan."
Pan Hao smiled sarcastically. Not only did he almost lose his life on this trip, but he didn't get anything. He really lost money to his grandma's house.
"I'm not that eager to live forever. I'm just a little bit distraught. So many people have died and I haven't even seen them."
But Wang Hao wrote again: "There are some jewelry in the village. If you want to take them away, I can help you find them."
"You can also see the Fountain of Youth, but you can't take it away."
Jewelry?
Pan Hao's nose twitched.
This is enough.
At this moment, there was an obvious vibration from the outside world, as if something was stimulated and rushed out of the house, and a fight broke out between them!
Wang Hao couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.
When Pan Hao saw this smile, he was extremely nervous.
He really could only coax this great god and did not dare to show any slights.
Fortunately, this great god is quite reasonable, not the barbaric and unreasonable type.
Wang Hao also wrote: "[It] kills life in a process that is not an instant death, but a gradual process."
"First, the sanity continues to decline, and only after it reaches a certain level will the soul be taken away."
But these old fritters living in the village all have ways to improve their sanity. Even if they suck other people's blood and deprive others of their vitality, they can still restore a small amount of sanity.
So it won't be so easy to die in a short period of time.
The best way to regain your sanity is-the well in the north!
A drop of well water can keep sanity steady for a long time.
But this well is guarded by a "tree". Only by sacrificing one's life will the tree salvage a few drops of well water.
Either, kill other people; or, attack this tree.
This is how the final prisoner's game begins.
Under the white fog that never dissipates, the small village in the early morning ushered in the second massacre in history today!
[It] has established such rules and cannot violate itself.
When poison enters the stomach, whether you admit it is poison or not, you need to be forced to digest it.
The shadows of white mist lurk the dead bodies; the raging river kisses the red flowing blood; the cold air from the north floats on the muddy path we walked yesterday; the typhoon that kills everything blows in the magnificent temple; the cave
The two of them curled up like ferns.
Chaos is not an abyss.
Chaos is the ladder.
Many people try to climb up, but fail and never get the chance to try again.
Failure ruins them.
Some people had the chance to die peacefully, but they refused.
They guarded their lives, guarded the gods, and guarded their own graves.
It's all fantasy.
Only chaos is real.
Just chess pieces.
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Pan Hao was horrified to find that the child's eyes in front of him overflowed with a faint light.
He felt peaceful and a little confused.
He was uneasy and held his breath.
He is witnessing the game between high dimensions.
He understood a little bit, but he still hadn't figured out some details.
There are vibrations from the outside world from time to time, and some vibrations cause huge vibrations like bombs, which means very powerful supernatural abilities.
As for the confrontation between mystery and mystery...Wang Hao doesn't care at all who loses and who wins, and how many people can survive.
In a higher-dimensional game, he only cares about the two demons.
With the fall of this chess piece, the general is declared!
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Chapter completed!