Players please close your eyes

Chapter 438 438. There is strength in numbers.

At this moment, Qiao Mu used part of his soul as a price and skipped the round of shooting.

As for Lin Ming, there was absolutely no way he could afford to be equal to Qiao Mu.

Even if you sacrifice your own life, you can't balance the scales.

In other words, he can only shoot.

If he obtained those souls, Lin Ming would keep shooting. There was no way he could resist the desire of Qiao Mu's internal organs and souls to admit defeat, and he would lose the game in the end.

No matter what, it is impossible for Lin Ming to win next.

For the first time, his eyes held strong emotion.

The withered and decayed body seemed to burst out with a strong will to survive.

He could only choose to give up everything.

Hatred and desire are no longer important at this moment.

"I sacrificed everything I had, my soul, my body, my knowledge, my life, my past and my future, to skip the shot."

Lin Ming declared.

He didn't know if it would tip the scales, but it was the last chance he could take.

Suddenly, Lin Ming disappeared.

His entire body disappeared as if it had been erased with an eraser.

In fact, even the surrounding judges disappeared.

In Qiao Mu's mind, everything about Lin Ming disappeared, as if he had never existed.

In the huge banquet hall, there was only Qiao Mu and the revolver.

Qiao Mu raised his head and saw that among the illusory tentacles, there seemed to be something indescribable that had condensed into a dark cloud and was tightly imprisoned.

Although he could no longer recognize Lin Ming, Qiao Mu still knew that this was a gamble.

And, it seemed it was his turn.

It seemed that the god in charge of the gambling game thought that what Lin Ming had offered was enough to be worth five Qiao Mu's souls.

There is life after all.

The world allows consciousness to match new containers, but does not allow the container to collect the dissipated consciousness. When everything is dedicated, the scales are finally balanced.

Qiao Mu thought for a while.

Now it's like the other side doesn't even exist anymore.

If it was his turn, he wouldn't be able to shoot, nor would he be able to skip shooting.

The game is trapped in a paradox.

Because although according to common sense, the game ends when one of the parties loses his life, in fact it is not the case. Even if the person dies, the game is not lost.

Like exceptions rule.

Of course, as long as it is Qiao Mu's turn, if he survives it safely, then when it is Lin Ming's turn, Lin Ming will lose because there is no price to pay. Therefore, Qiao Mu is very important here.

He cannot choose to shoot, because no matter whether he is shot or not, the game cannot continue.

Qiao Mu could only pay the price and skip.

Faced with Lin Ming's sacrifice of risking everything, Qiao Mu's choice was...

"I skipped shooting at the cost of my right lung, front teeth, thighs, and the soul of thirty-three hairs."

In the empty hall, Qiao Mu declared.

The illusory tentacles fell, entangled Qiao Mu, and took away the price.

Suddenly, Qiao Mu noticed that the surrounding scenery had changed.

It was like a movie being played backwards. Everything was played out in the banquet hall. Time continued to flow backwards, and the figures intertwined until everything started.

Qiao Mu saw young Lin Ming wearing a suit, standing next to a woman, who was obviously the operator of the casino.

Under her gaze, this place was full of life, music and entertainment every night, desires and emotions were intertwined, humanity was sold at a low price, and morality was worthless.

The woman only hid her face behind the folding fan and watched all this quietly.

Later, in order to prevent latecomers from surpassing them, the group of people who had gained the benefits conspired to destroy this place.

Lin Ming survived the fire, but was also cursed.

Since then, time has passed and things have changed until today.

Only then did Qiao Mu see the name of this restaurant.

[Ju goes downstairs].

He suddenly remembered something, stood up, turned around, and found a woman walking slowly away from history.

"This is his memory."

The woman said in a gentle yet charming voice.

She put away the folding fan, and only then did Qiao Mu see the woman's appearance clearly.

"Bai Ying?"

Qiao Mu discovered that she looked exactly like Bai Ying.

"Hey, winner, you made it to the end, now you can come and claim your prize."

But the woman didn't respond to Qiao Mu, only showed a soft smile.

In Qiao Mu's field of vision, there seemed to be countless translucent illusory tentacles squirming behind the beauty in cheongsam.

Bloody red letters appeared in Qiao Mu's eyes.

[Don’t look directly at Him, you may be blind, don’t blame me for not reminding you! 】

The next moment, Qiao Mu's eyes shed bright red tears of blood, and then his eyeballs boiled, exuding the aroma of barbecue.

Almost at the same time, eyes, nose, mouth, and ears began to grow on Qiao Mu's body. His right hand quickly produced five fruits, each of which was a beating heart. His bones began to sprout, and in the blink of an eye, they were like It grew like a towering tree.

The woman who looked exactly like Bai Ying found it amusing. The illusory tentacles wrapped around Qiao Mu and pulled him in front of her.

"He's so jealous that he won't even let me play with him."

She chuckled lightly, and the illusory tentacles brushed gently, and the changes in Qiao Mu's body suddenly disappeared.

"Two marks, it seems someone got there earlier than you."

The woman immediately hugged Qiao Mu.

Along with the squirming of the illusory tentacles, Qiao Mu's body melted into a pool of translucent water, which quickly gathered again.

She looked at the scene and waved.

"I hope you can live a little longer. After all, you are an interesting person."

Then everything disappeared.

Qiao Mu flopped down on the ground and opened his eyes suddenly.

He gasped for breath, and then lightly tapped the ground with his finger.

In the banquet hall, several chairs suddenly turned into human shapes, including Su Hong, Wushan, and Tang Xiaomeng.

Qiao Mu just had a dream, dreaming that they all turned into chairs, and then used [Maleficent] to pinch the three of them out to participate in the gambling game.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Xiaomeng was a little confused. Qiao Mu was the only one left in the banquet hall. She didn't know what happened just now. After all, she was just a chair.

"How are you?"

Wushan confirmed Qiao Mu's condition, but because Qiao Mu himself was not an ordinary person, he couldn't tell whether Qiao Mu's condition was good or bad.

"Just average, third in the world."

Qiao Mu coughed twice and sat up.

Suddenly, he remembered what he had just seen.

"The White Orioles of the Yellow Clothes House."

"Who is that?"

Kiriyama frowned.

He and Tang Xiaomeng looked at each other and confirmed that they had never heard of this name before.

Qiao Mu fell silent.

He estimated that the woman just now must have used some means to erase her past existence.

What happened here was far from a simple gamble.