Fang Tang put his hand into the black box, and the next second a look of regret and despair appeared on his pale and haggard face.
His intuition was right and he sensed danger instinctively. It's just that he didn't choose to believe in himself, but completely handed over his destiny to God.
He immediately collapsed to the ground with the Slave Sword in his hand that everyone was avoiding.
God's miracle did not come. At this moment, his mind went blank and he could no longer hear any sounds.
In contrast to Fang Tang's miserable look, Wu Liang and Chen Jingren let out a long sigh.
Uncoverable smiles and uncontrollable laughter echoed in this temple.
After laughing, the two finally discovered the problem.
At this time, the only cards left for them were the San Siro Buckler and the Book of Wise Men. If Hou Zhen and Wang Ze'an cooperated, then these two people who wanted to destroy each other would have to put aside their hatred and cooperate.
It was Wu Liang's turn to draw lots. This time he surprisingly did not choose to provoke Chen Jingren before drawing lots.
He began to make quick calculations in his mind: This time I got the advantage of that guy, and I have to endure the current situation. If I didn't draw the San Siro Buckler, he would be ahead of me in the lottery. If nothing else goes wrong, the reporter will be eliminated in this round. If he doesn't cooperate with him, he will definitely vote for reporter Fang. In this case, I have to vote for that trash, and then the reporter will successfully come ashore. Facing the combination of Chen Jingren + mole + reporter, he would be dead.
Wu Liang carefully put his hand into the black box and quickly pulled it out.
Seeing the Book of Wisdom in Wu Liang's hand, I could finally mock him openly.
"Congratulations to you, Mr. Wuliang. It seems that you are indeed destined to be a wise man!"
Wu Liang ignored it because he really got the Book of Wise Men.
It was finally his turn to draw lots. This was the first time since Chen Jingren played this game that drawing lots was such a simple and happy thing.
Without any suspense, he pulled out the San Siro buckler. The shield instantly gave him a sense of security.
This round of lottery landing was safe, and I never wanted to experience the despair I experienced in the last round again.
After the draw was over, it was time for a break before voting. At this time, something very interesting happened on the field.
Wang Ze'an, who had drawn the king and queen over there, had a quarrel with Hou Zhen. Hou Zhen was trying his best to prove something to Wang Ze'an.
"I can assure you that I'm definitely not the mole. It doesn't do me any good. Why don't you believe it?"
"Because you saved that slave in the last round. In fact, you must have known each other a long time ago."
"Listen, I wasn't helping him. Wu Liang was in trouble at the time. If he acted recklessly before he figured out that guy's secret, it would ruin our big event."
"So what's wrong? No matter who was right, a competitor was eliminated. So I can't trust you now!"
"Then what do you want me to do to trust me?"
"Unless you can find the real mole and solve the mystery."
"I will solve this mystery. Before that, I hope we can cooperate happily. We are the No. 1 and No. 2 picks who can dominate the process of the game. If we mess up the rhythm here, there will be terrible results later. When the time comes, Some people who should not have been eliminated were eliminated, and those who should have been eliminated miraculously survived. This is what Chen Jingren and the insider want to see, but it is definitely not what we want."
"..., okay, but only in this round!"
The king and queen temporarily reached an agreement, but on the other side, Chen Jingren, Wu Liang, and Fang Tang, who drew numbers 3, 4, and 5, had a very subtle relationship with each other.
Fang Tang knelt down in front of Wu Liang and begged in a very humble manner.
"Brother Wu, I beg you, I beg you! Among this group of people, you are the only one who can save me. Please help me get through this difficulty. As long as you help me this time, we will be friends from now on. Brother. As long as you give an order, I will never say no no matter whether it is a mountain of swords or a sea of fire!"
When Wu Liang saw that Fang Tang did not go to find Chen Jingren at No. 3 but came directly to him, he secretly made a plan in his mind.
"If he was the mole in the last round, he should go directly to Chen Jingren. If the mole is not him, then saving him means that he will be firmly bound to him in the following rounds, which is equivalent to standing on the sidelines. On the opposite side of others. But if the mole and Chen Jingren are together, then if you want to survive, you must have a partner who will never betray you. But no matter how he looks, he doesn’t look like it!"
Seeing Wu Liang's hesitation, Fang Tang became even more anxious.
"Please, help me! By the way, how about we kill that loser sitting at home together. You definitely need me!"
Such hateful words reached Chen Jingren's ears, instantly making him furious, and he couldn't help but want to teach him a lesson.
"Good guy, I didn't expect that even though I got the No. 3 lottery, I would still be targeted! If I didn't do something, I would be sorry for my No. 3 lottery."
Chen Jingren looked at the scene in front of him and said jokingly: "Teacher Wu Liang, you are really hard-hearted. He knelt down and begged you and still refused to agree? And your name is Fang Tang, right? Why don't you come and beg?" What about me? Don’t forget, I’m the third pick!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Tang was instantly shaken. But when he thought about the mole, he still liked Wu Liang more.
"Shut up, you liar! You and that mole are in the same group. There is absolutely no way you can really help me!"
Chen Jingren couldn't stop laughing after hearing this.
"I said, brother, are you so naive? If you think that the mole and I are together, and Wu Liang is not a mole. That further shows that our lottery is ranked first, according to the priority voting rules Your fate is not in Wu Liang's hands but firmly in our hands. Do you think I'm right? Teacher Wu Liang."
Chen Jingren changed the topic and mentioned Wu Liang, implying that the words were actually meant for Wu Liang.
And Wu Liang quickly understood what Chen Jingren meant.
"I must kill this scumbag! The most important thing right now is that he must not let him draw Fang Tang over, otherwise I will have no chance of winning! Even if Fang Tang will be sacrificed, what does it have to do with me? "
I saw Wu Liang breaking away from Fang Tang, with a very cold and disdainful look on his face.
"Are you kidding? Don't forget that we are playing a survival game now! If we can't tacitly agree to compromise and just follow our own preferences, then none of us will win!"
Wu Liang ruthlessly rejected Fang Tang and told Chen Jingren that he wanted to abide by the unspoken rules, and Chen Jingren's goal was achieved.
Finally, he vented his anger!
This innocent Fang Tang is of no use to them anymore.
Regardless of Fang Tang's deep despair, the rest time was over.
Winnie waved the black whip, and under the call of the unknown shadow, the second round of voting began.
