Wu Liang might have been convinced and let Chen Jingren go.
But at the same time, both Hou Zhen and Wu Liang had an imperceptible smile on their faces.
It turned out that Hou Zhen found Wu Liang during the break. Wu Liang told Wu Liang about Chen Jingren's miraculous survival and the possible betrayer. Wu Liang, who couldn't hold back his breath about Chen Jingren's thrilling passing, immediately hit it off with Hou Zhen. The two teamed up to direct the drama. If Chen Jingren showed his flaws in panic, he would be eliminated. On the contrary, if Chen Jingren's composure was flawless, Hou Zhen would step in at the last moment to stop the vote in order to gain Chen Jingren's trust.
Although Wu Liang, who gave up reporting, was calm on the face, he kept recalling Chen Jingren's performance in his heart.
"For a while, he was obviously shaken violently, but in the end he calmed down. This loser may have deliberately acted to trick me into taking the bait. I almost reported him without hesitation. I will never let go of this insidious thing. he!"
Thinking about this, his hatred for Chen Jingren and that cunning traitor became even more intense, and he failed to get rid of Chen Jingren this time. Chen Jingren will definitely take revenge on himself in the next round!
In this way, the first round, which was full of tension and thrills, ended safely. But after the first round of exploration, everyone became more and more worried about the danger and unreasonableness of this game.
During the short and precious rest time, although Chen Jingren was very grateful to Hou Zhen for helping him, if he went to him to express his thanks at this time, he would easily be mistaken for the traitor who betrayed his companions.
And the situation on the field was just as he imagined. There was less cordial conversation between everyone and more estrangement and suspicion.
After experiencing the miraculous survival of Chen Jingren and the emergence of the traitor, the tower of false faith they built is now crumbling. But this is both good news and bad news for Chen Jingren.
The good news is that a huge gap has appeared in the minor leagues that were previously targeted at him. The terrible thing is that the traitor whom everyone hates is regarded as his accomplice, which makes it even more difficult for him to be accepted by them.
At this moment, I don’t know what Winnie feels after being dragged into the water by herself.
After experiencing the first round of near-death, we are faced with the increasingly intensified conflicts and spreading dangers. Weakness, anxiety, and panic dominated his heart, making Chen Jingren look very tired.
The short rest time is about to end, and he will face the lottery ceremony that occupies an absolutely disadvantageous position. And the only thing I can do besides praying is praying.
Goddess Winnie symbolically raised the black whip again, and after the sound of the whip, the second round of drawing officially began.
Perhaps because she didn't want to put any more pressure on the already stressed players, the black whip in Winnie's hand turned into a black light and disappeared.
According to the previous order, lawyer Hou Zhen was the first to draw lots.
With his previous experience, he was obviously much more calm this time.
Walking to the black box, he carefully put his hand in and then quickly pulled it out.
Suddenly, the bright and noble Susan crown appeared in his hand.
I have to say, his fortune-telling is really admirable. It was actually possible to draw the power of the king and queen one after another in this life-threatening game.
The moment he raised the crown, Chen Jingren felt that he was so dazzling.
Hou Zhen also breathed a sigh of relief after drawing the crown. This result made him quite satisfied.
The next person to draw lots was the rider Wang Ze'an. It could be seen that he was still as nervous as last time and was under tremendous pressure.
Especially after witnessing the plan of everyone conspiring to eliminate Chen Jingren, as well as the mysterious insider and possible bugs, this deepened his fear.
"Don't come to Slave Sword, don't come..."
With uneasiness, I prayed while reaching deep into the black box.
His hand groped for a long-handled object in the darkness, and his whole body trembled for a moment, subconsciously thinking that he had drawn the ominous sword that announced death.
He swung his arms wildly, trying to get rid of it before his hand could be withdrawn, but it seemed like it was growing on his hand and he couldn't get it off.
After a futile attempt, he had to accept his fate.
He resisted and pulled out his hand like a child who had lost his soul.
When he saw the lottery in his hand, the laughter that was like a volcanic eruption instantly drowned all the previous sadness, regret, and despair.
It turned out that what this young man was holding was not a slave sword but the scepter that represented supreme power, but he mistakenly thought it was the Spartan Sword.
Ignoring the disgusting saliva on it, I hugged the stick tightly into my arms.
Wang Ze'an returned to heaven from the abyss of hell, while others who had not yet drawn lots were in an unusually low mood.
The next person to draw lots was Fang Tang, a tabloid reporter who previously claimed to have discovered the secret to drawing lots. At this moment, he was in a terrible mood.
I can't wait to cut the last Wang Ze'an into pieces!
Not only did this guy draw the scepter that he was bound to win, but he also ruined his theory because of his restless movements when he broke free during the drawing.
Even though I got the king's lottery, I still want to throw away the king's lottery. This anti-intellectual move directly screwed him up.
This effect was fatal to him. At this moment, he was not sure where to draw the scepter, let alone whether the positions of other lottery tickets had been moved due to Wang Ze'an's chaos.
The accidental success last time made the suspicious man rely more on his doubtful theory, but due to sudden changes, the black box at this moment became a minefield everywhere in his eyes. As long as he makes a mistake in judgment, he will be struck by lightning and die immediately.
He was so nervous that he was almost suffocating, and fear was taking away his rational judgment. He was helpless and was being swallowed bit by bit by the web woven by the endless darkness.
"Let's go to the left. It should be the right..."
"No, no, no, he stopped up there last!"
"But it's also possible that the Slave Sword was swept away by him to other places before that..."
His thoughts were confused and he was in a dilemma. Even though there was only a one-third chance of being attacked, he still couldn't break free from the shackles of this big web of fear.
Because of the heroic declaration he accidentally made before, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Time passed by, and even Winnie couldn't help but start reminding him.
I can't delay it any longer. The more I think about it, the more I can't move.
Fang Tang finally decided to hand over his destiny to God by beating a drum in his heart and passing flowers like last time.
When he stopped his inner melody and opened his eyes.
See that the direction of the finger is pointing directly above the black box!
Fang Tang's eyes widened and his hands were trembling. His intuition told him that this result was very dangerous.
At this moment, his expression was ferocious, and he kept cheering himself up to support his already shattered heart.
"Why did you choose to go up? Damn it, can you only gamble once? I am a person favored by God and I will not be so unlucky. If not for this, I would never have been able to draw the crown before! No problem. It must be no problem, absolutely Absolutely no problem!”
Although he felt no pain, he still gritted his teeth and stretched his hand in.
