Oil paintings, carpets, floor-length mirrors.
To Su Mingan's surprise, there was a blood-red pattern painted on the carpet, which looked like a sacrificial array, with incense and candles placed around it.
With a "click" sound, the gun was loaded and the executioner slowly raised the muzzle and aimed it at Su Mingan.
Su Mingan had a feeling that the executioner's movements were very slow, as if he was waiting for something.
What else can the executioner wait for?
Wait...wait for Su Mingan to counterattack?
A voice suddenly rang in my ears:
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[The Emperor is in danger of death and must resist! ]
[He is just an executioner, nothing special, the emperor will slap him with one palm! ]
【Please vote...】
However, something strange happened.
The normally high-spirited and passionate narration now sounded particularly struggling, as if it didn't want to attack the executioner.
【Please roll the dice...】
But the dice still fell.
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[Required points: 2 points (points>2 points, the attack is successful. Points<2 points, the attack fails.)]
【The number of points you threw is: 5 points. 】
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Su Mingan moved his body, dodged the bullet, and slashed the back of the executioner's neck with his palm.
With a "wow" sound, Su Mingan vomited a large amount of blood. After enduring the poison gas for too long and being hit by a bullet in the chest, his body could no longer bear it.
He used up his last bit of strength and quickly removed the executioner's mask.
A white, soft, calm face. A few strands of golden hair flowed around the ears, like gold.
Su Mingan didn't recognize him at first, until he pulled open the man's eyelids and saw the color of his pupils, then he confirmed his identity.
——Hui Bi.
It’s actually Hui Bi…?
Su Mingan's face turned pale and he lost too much blood, and he eventually fell to the ground.
The moment he fell, the sacrificial array on the carpet glowed scarlet.
The familiar feeling of darkness came over him, and he faced death.
However, time did not turn back.
A crisp voice rang out.
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【You are dead.】
[Hehe, but don't be afraid, the emperor's back-up plan has finally been triggered. ]
[After lying dormant for several years, he finally managed to strike back! The Emperor's sword is thirsty for blood! ]
[Say! Let's turn everything around! Game Hajimeyo!!!]
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In a dim state, Su Mingan saw a white figure.
He lay in the boundless ocean, as if he had been drifting there for a long time.
There was a clear shoe print on his back, but no one knew who left it.
He was wearing a pink jellyfish hairpin, crudely made but pretty.
He was wearing a blood-red silk cloth with gold patterns.
In his hand, he held a colorful clown mask of a fun devil.
In his arms he held a small, bright red wooden box.
He opened his eyes.
Those were a pair of golden pupils, as if an ancient sword box was slowly opened, revealing the sharp edge within.
At this moment, Su Mingan had a feeling of facing the emperor directly. It was no longer the narration's playfulness, nor the boasting in the story, but a real sharp feeling.
Like a pair of sharp scissors, cutting through the fog.
The boy stood up from the sea, walked in front of him, stretched out his wet palm, and stared at him with his golden pupils, as if saying.
Come, let us witness the original story together.
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(End of this chapter)
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