The second person is Qu Yihan.

Qu Yihan stood up, clasped his hands together and prayed silently for a few seconds, and then walked into the temple.

After five minutes, she came out.

The originally neatly tied hair suddenly became disheveled.

There was also a cut on his face.

As soon as Qu Yihan ran out, he gasped for air.

As soon as I saw it, I encountered something in the temple.

Qu Yihan lay on his side on the ground, his hand that was pulled into a fist loosened, and the bamboo pieces fell to the ground.

Everyone saw the word "Little Fierce" written on the lot she drew.

Wang Yongjian asked: "What happened after you drew the small evil?"

Qu Yihan's throat moved: "The Buddha on the back in the middle suddenly turned in a direction. Some monsters came out of the corner of the temple and kept chasing me."

"But I haven't used special props yet." Qu Yihan said, "Just run fast."

"You are small and light, so chasing and hiding will be beneficial to you." A player shook his head, "I'm afraid that if the rest of us encounter it, we will have to use props at least once."

"And you are just a little bitch..."

This is true for minor misfortunes, but for medium and major misfortunes, the situation may be even worse.

After a moment of silence, someone asked: "Who is the third person -"

The third player said: "Me."

This player is one of the two people who were lucky enough to survive after escaping from the large army.

She took a deep breath and walked to the door. Her fingers on the door knocker were trembling.

"I'm in."

Everyone waited outside the door for five minutes. The door was suddenly pushed open. When everyone thought she was coming out, they saw a bloody figure flying out of the temple.

The temple door slammed shut, and the man rolled on the ground a few times, bumped into the incense burner in front of the temple, and then stopped.

"Fuck!"

"This is...it's her!"

"Are you OK?"

Everyone quickly gathered around, and when they saw the appearance of player three, no one could say anything.

There was no good spot on Player Three's skin at all, and there were blood marks all over it with something like a knife.

Wang Yongjian took back the hand that was holding his breath and said, "I'm out of breath."

"She didn't have any bamboo pieces in her hands. She must have dropped them on the ground when she was thrown out." Qu Yihan said, "Everyone, look for them quickly."

Bai Qiuye was the first to discover the piece of bamboo that had fallen down midway. She picked it up. The word "big evil" was particularly dazzling among the bright red blood.

The player who escaped the red coffin with No. 3 said: "She has used the prop once before. I'm afraid the use of the prop has been restricted just now."

The death of No. 3 was like a massacre.

But No. 3 was able to escape the red coffin and come out alive from the ghost wall, which proves that she is definitely not an ordinary person.

No one dares to say that they can beat Player 3.

The atmosphere became very serious, and if they got a bad draw, it would be hard to guarantee that they would survive.

Wang Yongjian said: "The fourth person..."

"Can you shut up and stop pushing me!"

Wang Yongjian suddenly felt innocent: "This has nothing to do with the order. Everyone who enters must draw lots."

Bai Qiuye asked Situ Li: "When you went in to draw lots, how many lots were there?"

Situ Li said: "Thirteen yuan."

Bai Qiuye said: "The number is the same as ours."

The player who entered after Situ Yu said: "When I entered, I only had twelve yuan."

Qu Yihan was stunned: "I saw eleven yuan, I thought there was only that much."

"Every person who enters will have one less choice." Bai Qiuye said, "People at the back will have fewer choices."

The crowd suddenly

There was a commotion.

"Every time the people in front make a choice, they will help the people behind to eliminate an answer." Bai Qiuye said, "But no one knows whether the people in front are eliminating good answers or bad answers."

"This is a gamble." One player said, "Whether you are in the front or in the back, the odds are actually the same."

Wang Yongjian said: "In this temple, there were thirteen fortune sticks at the beginning. Now there have been one big lucky, one small lucky, one small bad and one big bad. Generally speaking, it is impossible for another big lucky to appear."

Situ Li laughed twice: "It is possible that two more big evils will appear."

The fourth player said: "Okay, I'll go now."

Regardless of whether you go early or late, it is all a matter of probability. Instead of counting the good lots and having them taken away one by one, it is better to put the right of choice in your own hands.

He opened the temple door and walked in without looking back.

Two minutes later, the door was opened and he walked out with a smile on his face.

Others asked him: "What did you draw?"

The player in fourth place said: "Win."

Three lucky ones have been drawn, which means that only two or three lucky ones remain in the remaining lots.

If, as Situ Xi said, there is only one good fortune, and the remaining lots will be replaced by bad luck, then there will only be two good fortunes left.

There are eight people present, six of whom will face dangers in the temple.

Bai Qiuye is ranked eleventh, and Wang Yongjian is ranked twelfth.

Wang Yongjian was out of breath and glanced at the body leaning against the incense burner from time to time.

The sixth person entered the temple, but he came out only at the fifth minute.

There was a piece of flesh missing from his arm, and the bones were looming in it.

He said in shock: "The one I drew is a small evil."

Hearing this, the remaining players did not think he was unlucky, but thought he was very lucky to have drawn the simplest level of evil.

For others, there are two remaining lucky ones, one lucky, one small lucky, and one big unlucky. The remaining position, everyone guessed, might be the extra big unlucky one.

Then three players entered in a row, two of them got the lucky draw, and one person died.

The other one will take away the remaining Xiaoji.

Qu Yihan lowered his voice and said to Wang Yongjian: "Why do I have a feeling that the last two big evils are ours."

Wang Yongjian wanted to slap her in the face and said, "You don't want a crow's mouth."

Qu Yihan said: "The main reason is that you two are quite unlucky."

Bai Qiuye said: "I must have been infected by Wang Yongjian's bad luck."

Wang Yongjian: "...It's already unlucky enough, don't complain..."

At this moment, the red coffin they placed aside made a thumping sound.

Professor Bao had been quiet for a long time, but suddenly he became a little weird. Bai Qiuye walked to the coffin and pushed the coffin lid open a gap.

Professor Bao's heavy breathing suddenly came from inside: "Are you trying to suffocate me to death?"

Bai Qiuye said: "This coffin is not sealed."

Professor Bao said: "How about you come and give it a try?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Bai Qiuye's hand returning to the coffin lid, apparently wanting to close the coffin lid.

Professor Bao knew that no matter how much he begged for mercy, there was nothing he could do, so he sneered and said, "Do you think you have drawn a good lot and walked out of the temple alive, and you will be safe and sound?"

"What did you say?!"

"Hurry up and recruit me truthfully!"

Professor Bao said: "Let me go out and everything can be discussed."

Everyone looked at Bai Qiuye, as if waiting for her to make up her mind.

Bai Qiuye continued the action just now and directly closed the coffin lid.

Everyone thought that Bai Qiuye would at least ask Professor Bao a few questions, but they didn't expect that she would do so without thinking.

Lock up Professor Bao again.

Professor Bao's voice emerged from the edge of the gap: "Let me out, you are detaining me!"
To be continued...