120 Sacrifice Corridor 34 || Sacrifice or Leave
Ye Jing'an was so scared that he almost fainted. He was worried about Yan Shuang, even though he was still leaning on Lin Haichen.
Wu Yaqi was covered in cold sweat, fearing that the witch would turn around and look at her. Fortunately, the witch just looked at Yan Shuang and walked towards the steps of the temple.
Yan Shuang simply raised her head. It was because everyone here gave the witch a high status that the entire temple was silent, leaving the right to speak to the witch.
The witch walked up the stairs and remained silent for a long time. The residents did not dare to move and kept their heads down.
The monk carefully took out a glass bottle from his sleeve and handed it to the witch. The bottle looked old and the surface was a little worn, but one could still see through the glass that it was half filled with grayish-white ashes.
The witch took the bottle, gently supported the bottom with her hand, and then held the bottle under the light to observe it carefully.
The light shone through the bottle, making the ashes appear faintly in the light, as if they were alive. The witch narrowed her eyes and stared at the ashes in the bottle. Her brows gradually furrowed, and her sharp nails scraped against the bottle, making a harsh sound.
As she frowned, the mask on the witch's face trembled slightly. The mask, which already looked a bit hideous, now looked even more creepy.
The witch looked at it for a long time.
The people below dared not make a sound, only the crackling sound of the burning flames could be heard.
The monk's forehead was covered with sweat, but he still maintained his original posture, hunching his back even lower.
At this time, the witch put away the bottle and returned to her indifferent expression.
"Good luck is gone, disaster is coming, and the sleeping souls are about to wake up." The witch finally spoke. Perhaps because she was wearing a mask, her voice was muffled as if it was covered in a closed space.
The crowd gradually began to stir, and suddenly someone said, "Is it the same as ten years ago? Don't we have Rakshasa? And we follow the rules every year!"
The crowd's voices grew louder. They were all survivors from ten years ago, their fear buried deep in their bones: How many people are needed this time? We can do it! Please, witch, show us a way! Who is the curse on this time? It worked last time, and it will definitely work this time!
“Hahahahahahahaha…”
A strange laugh was heard and everyone fell silent.
The witch stretched out her finger and slowly moved it over the heads of the people below.
Yan Shuang's eyes were always watching the witch's every move, and that strong feeling of uneasiness was getting closer and closer.
Sure enough, the next second, the witch's fingers stopped on the players' heads.
"Only one of you can solve the mystery if he stays behind," said the witch.
Perhaps the news was too sudden, people stopped talking and instead surrounded the eight people with greedy and vicious eyes.
This look is so familiar, exactly the same as the one I saw in the illusion last night.
Yan Shuang finally understood the source of this emotion and the purpose of the illusion.
No one can truly empathize unless they face the same thing and become a victim.
"You only have one hour to decide who will stay behind so that the rest of you can be safe and board the ship and leave." After the witch said this, she let the monk help her into the temple.
The players looked at each other in bewilderment. In this situation, the team had the greatest advantage because they had more people and more say, and most of the players who stayed were new players.
Wu Yaqi knew this very well, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. She wanted to throw herself on Yan Shuang, who was closest to her, and act shamelessly, but she forgot about the two bodyguards beside her.
Ye Jingan pulled her aside and said, "Sister, what are you doing? There's no need to throw yourself into someone's arms. The couple has such a good relationship. You can talk it out nicely."
Wu Yaqi cursed the fat guy in her heart and said aggrievedly, "With so many of you, you will definitely leave together. Then I will be the only one left."
"Who said we'd keep you here?" Ye Jing paused, "Isn't this just trying to figure out a solution?"
The crowd tightly surrounded the eight people, making it impossible to escape, but no extreme behavior occurred. People simply stood in three layers inside and three layers outside, forming an impenetrable human wall, trapping the eight people and preventing them from escaping.
However, time is ticking away. Given how much these people fear witches, it's easy to imagine that as time goes by, their fear will intensify, and as time becomes increasingly tight, they'll find it increasingly difficult to maintain their sanity.
In such situations, fear can turn into anger or despair, and once emotions get out of control, extreme behavior can ensue.
No one blamed each other, everyone wanted to leave. Once they opened their mouths, they were no different from murderers.
"We only need to leave one person behind and the others can get on the boat and leave. One life in exchange for seven lives, it's quite a deal." Zhou Xia said.
"Then you stay and we leave, are you willing to do it?" Ye Jing'an retorted.
Zhou Xia suddenly whispered in his ear, "Just knock one out."
Ye Jing'an shuddered and protected Wu Yaqi behind him.
Zhou Xia raised his eyebrows and sneered.
"What should we do?" Tian Yiyi said, expressing her attitude. "If there's no better solution, I can stay."
No one agreed. The cold wind blew across her face, lifting strands of hair.
After a while, Lin Haichen said, "The old way, let's draw lots and leave it to fate. No one should argue."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Lin Haichen took out some toilet paper from his pocket, tore it into eight strips, rolled it into small balls and placed them in his hand. Everyone drew lots in turn. "There's only one with a pattern on it. Whoever draws that one gets to stay."
Tian Yiyi was closest to him and was the first to draw.
Then came Yan Shuang, Jing Ning...
Lin Haichen only has one left in his hand, and it belongs to him.
Everyone unfolded it together and saw that the one with the pattern was Tian Yiyi.
No amount of comfort can help. There is nothing more terrifying than knowing exactly when you will die.
Tian Yiyi was very relaxed, not caring about the situation. She said softly, "Actually, this is pretty good. Perhaps all this is destined. Although I can't always walk the road ahead with you, at least I can still be here with her. This already makes me feel very satisfied."
Yan Shuang pinched the paper ball and frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
The temple door was opened again and the witch came out.
She looked at Tian Yiyi who was standing in the front, and a relieved smile appeared under the ugly mask.
Then he said, "Those who offer sacrifices will stay, and those who want to leave can board the ship on their own."
Zhou Xia reacted the fastest, pushing through the crowd and running towards the boat, followed closely by his roommate.
Yan Shuang stood there without moving.
What's wrong?
The woman in the illusion was forced to burn to death, and what they are facing now is very similar at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is completely possible for them to make their own choices.
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