Deng Mingxuan stood confused in the fog with a bloody handkerchief. He could only vaguely see the figures sitting on the ground, but he could not tell which of them was alive and which was dead.

There are a total of forty-three participants, and only seven are alive. The chance is less than one-sixth. It is extremely difficult to accurately select a living person among these people.

"Throw the handkerchief, throw the handkerchief, and put it gently behind the child. Don't tell him..."

A nursery rhyme about throwing a handkerchief suddenly came out in the heavy fog. The song was gloomy and dull, and it didn't look like it came from a living person's mouth.

The nursery rhyme sounded, indicating that the game had officially begun. Deng Mingxuan did not dare to waste any more time. He held his handkerchief and walked forward while observing everyone's back.

But the fog was so thick that even if we stood face to face, we might not be able to see their faces clearly, let alone tell which ones were alive from their backs.

After walking for about a circle, the sound of nursery rhymes suddenly became sharper. It seemed that the dead people were impatient to wait.

Deng Mingxuan really had no choice but to throw the handkerchief behind a person and run forward faster.

As soon as he ran two steps, he heard the sound of chasing footsteps behind him. If he were a living participant, he would not have found the handkerchief behind him so quickly, so the person chasing him must not be alive.

While complaining about his bad luck, Deng Mingxuan ran forward in a circle as hard as he could. The footsteps of the chase followed closely behind him, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

We'll catch him soon.

"Hurry up and catch him, hurry up and catch him..."

The nursery rhymes were getting faster and faster, and the lyrics were repeated over and over again as if they were on a cassette, making Deng Mingxuan even more panicked.

"ah……"

Deng Mingxuan, who was about to collapse mentally, roared in despair. He ran forward with all his strength, but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.

Moreover, he could also feel a cold wind passing behind his head, as if a cold hand was grabbing at him.

Just when he thought he was going to be caught by the people behind him, he suddenly found an empty seat in front of him, and his heart that had hit rock bottom was rekindled with hope.

He rushed towards the empty seat with all his strength, and after bumping into the person next to him, he successfully squeezed in.

After sitting down, he felt a burning pain on the back of his neck. He must have been caught by the person chasing him from behind. He probably would have been caught if he had been even one second later.

Deng Mingxuan sat on the ground and gasped for air. He had never run like this in his life. He felt that his lungs were about to explode.

But compared to surviving, this is nothing!

Just when he was feeling lucky to survive the disaster, he suddenly felt as if a cold gaze was staring at him.

Following this strange feeling, he turned his head to the right and found that the person sitting on his right looked a little strange.

Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly through the heavy fog, he could see that there seemed to be thin sticks stuck in his head.

Could it be...

"I said, I will kill you..."

Hearing this voice, Deng Mingxuan suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, because he recognized that the person speaking was a tattooed man.

In the "stick picking" game, the tattooed man was eliminated because he took away the thin stick that was easier to hold.

Although there is nothing wrong with what he did, the tattooed man was domineering when he was alive. Now that he is dead, he probably won't be able to reason with him.

Deng Mingxuan looked to the right with a horrified expression, and saw a face approaching him in the thick fog.

There were several thin sticks inserted into this face, and blood was flowing from the wounds.

One of the thin sticks was inserted right into the eye, while the other intact eye was showing hatred and anger.

"ah……"

Deng Mingxuan's pitiful wails came from the thick fog, beating the hearts of the other seven living participants like drumsticks.

As the wailing sound became weaker and weaker until it disappeared, everyone knew that the newcomer who finally survived three rounds of the game did not persist until the end.

"Throw the handkerchief, throw the handkerchief, and put it gently behind the child. Don't tell him..."

The low singing sounded again. Although he couldn't see it, Mo Shouchen felt that something was walking in a circle.

The scream just now showed that Deng Mingxuan was dead, so the person who threw the handkerchief now must not be alive.

"Pap...pap..."

Mo Shouchen heard footsteps coming from behind him, and the sound was getting closer and closer. He began to pray silently in his heart, hoping that the handkerchief would never be thrown to him.

"Crack!"

When the footsteps appeared behind him, the sound stopped. Mo Shouchen's blood suddenly froze. Could he have been chosen?

"Pap...pap..."

Footsteps sounded again, and they were walking calmly. Mo Shouchen quickly touched behind him, but he didn't touch anything except sand.

It seems that the person who just walked over did not drop his handkerchief.

At this time, Wu Jiaqing, who was not far away from Mo Shouchen, also heard footsteps, and the footsteps stopped behind him.

After the footsteps left, he touched behind himself and suddenly touched a ball of wet cloth.

His heart suddenly sank, and it seemed that he had left the handkerchief behind him.

He picked up the handkerchief and stood up. Although the footsteps just now had not gone far, he knew that it was not a living person at all, so naturally he did not dare to chase after it.

Wu Jiaqing walked forward slowly. When the song about throwing handkerchiefs was sung from the beginning, he knew that a new round had begun.

He held the handkerchief tightly in his hand and tried to find Chen Ying among those blurry figures.

Yes, he wanted to throw the handkerchief to Chen Ying, the person who almost tricked him to death in the second game.

But after walking for a while, he found that it was impossible to tell which one was Chen Ying in the heavy fog.

The singing became shrill again, and Wu Jiaqing knew that he could not drag it on any longer. He found a figure that looked more like a living person, threw the handkerchief behind this person, and started to run away.

After he ran five or six steps, footsteps sounded behind him. Based on his reaction speed, the person he dropped the handkerchief on this time should be a living person.

He ran hard, but the footsteps behind him showed no sign of approaching, and he had already seen a gap in the circle of people in front of him. As long as he ran into the gap and sat down, he would have successfully escaped.

Wu Jiaqing was already cheering for himself in his heart. At the same time, he was still praying, hoping that the person he just threw the handkerchief to was Chen Ying, so that he could get revenge.

He increased the speed of his feet, but just when he was about to run to the gap, his foot suddenly tripped on a hard object, causing him to fly out.

He fell heavily to the ground, and a layer of skin was rubbed off his face by the rough ground, but he ignored the pain and desperately got up to get back to the gap.

But a person stood behind him, blocking his retreat.

"I caught you!" the man said excitedly.

Hearing this voice, Wu Jiaqing was stunned, because the speaker turned out to be Chen Ying!

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