"How is this possible?! Why is it stuck? How could you not die?! I don't believe it, it's not true!!" The survivor's arrogance instantly withered, and he no longer had any sense of pride.
Because the situation has turned. The sixth time should have started according to the normal process. Why did it get stuck inexplicably?
He couldn't figure it out.
"It's just good luck that you got stuck. Don't worry, it's you who will die!" The survivor took a deep breath, put the revolver on his head, and then pulled the trigger hard.
"Bang!" There was a huge roar, and golden bullets suddenly erupted from the revolver, piercing his forehead, and with a pop, a large amount of scarlet blood spurted out.
The survivor who fired was very unlucky. On the seventh shot, the bullet was successfully fired, and he died.
"Hahaha!"
"You deserve it! I'll let you, old boy, be so arrogant, stop squealing! Hahaha!" Seeing the other party die, the survivor who had just fired the sixth shot was laughing so hard that tears were about to flow out.
If the other party dies, you will live. This is God's will. More and more people were dying, and gunshots appeared regularly.
...
"Brother Lu! It's your turn again!" Zhang Fan handed the golden revolver to Lu Deshui on the opposite side, indicating that it was time for him to shoot.
Lu Deshui was not too nervous. He smiled slightly, took it generously, then slowly pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.
"Click!" A clear click sounded. The golden revolver did not fire a bullet, but there was only an empty click.
"Brother, it's your turn again!" Lu Deshui smiled and handed the golden revolver to Zhang Fan. As a result, Zhang Fan's hands were trembling and his heart was beating at an unprecedented level at this moment.
"Okay...Okay!" Zhang Fan trembled a little and replied fearfully. This time it has been four times.
Lu Deshui was the one who fired the first time, then Zhang Fan the second time, then Lu Deshui fired the third time, and now it's Zhang Fan's fourth time.
As the revolver is pulled, the further back you go, the greater the risk of gunfire, because by the next few times, the probability of gunshots will be close to 100%.
"I hope nothing will happen this time..." Zhang Fan held the golden revolver in his right hand and clenched his fist tightly with his left hand. Dense sweat overflowed from his forehead. The sweat slid down the bridge of his nose and fell on his clothes. On the bed, it suddenly got wet.
"Fight it!!" Zhang Fan closed his eyes silently, saying "Fight it" in his heart, and was about to pull the trigger.
But... the moment he pulled the trigger, Lele, who was sitting on his neck, suddenly moved. Lele stretched out her white little hand, grabbed Zhang Fan's right hand, and signaled him not to. Pull the trigger.
Sensing something strange, Zhang Fan opened his eyes and looked over. When he saw Lele stopping him from pulling the trigger, his heart suddenly reached his throat.
Since Lele stopped him from pulling the trigger, it means that once he pulls the trigger this time, the golden revolver will definitely be fired, and he will definitely die by then.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's back was wet with sweat and his body shivered uncontrollably. Lele looked at Zhang Fan's fearful look. He squeaked strangely, then spat on Zhang Fan's right hand and nodded heavily, indicating that Zhang Fan could continue to pull the trigger.
Seeing this, Zhang Fan looked confused. He didn't know what Lele was up to, and he hesitated for a moment. After waiting for a few seconds, Lele saw that Zhang Fan still hadn't pulled the trigger. He screamed anxiously. The next second, he stretched out a little finger and pulled the trigger for Zhang Fan.
"Click!" The trigger was pulled, and like Lu Deshui, there was a crisp sound of an empty chamber. It seemed that it was empty.
"No sound?!"
“It didn’t ring?!!”
"Hahaha! I'm lucky! No! It should be said that it's thanks to Lele!!" Zhang Fan was very happy, but then he thought that it was most likely Lele who helped him avoid the disaster of bullets, so he hurriedly He gave Lele a thumbs up and expressed his sincere gratitude.
Lele was also very happy about Zhang Fan's thanks. He screamed twice to accept it.
"Brother Lu, I'm sorry, it's your turn again!" Zhang Fan handed the golden revolver to Lu Deshui again and nodded.
"Brother, you're lucky too!" Lu Deshui looked stunned, as if he didn't expect that Zhang Fan could survive this shooting.
"Gudu!" It was already the fifth time that he came here. Lu Deshui was also a little nervous. He swallowed, raised the revolver and pointed it at his head.
"Click!" There was another click, and this time the revolver was empty again.
"Brother, it seems that luck is still on my side!" Lu Deshui looked at Zhang Fan with a happy smile on his face.
Passing the revolver to Zhang Fan again, Lu Deshui yawned, as if he had seen what was going to happen next.
If nothing unexpected happens, Zhang Fan will definitely be killed in this sixth shooting. Zhang Fan glanced at Lu Deshui meaningfully, took a deep breath, then patted Lele's calf and said, it's up to you, and then he pulled the trigger.
"Crack!" The sixth revolver was fired, and there was another sound of an empty chamber.
"Brother Lu, I'm sorry, but please continue!" Zhang Fan smiled and handed the revolver to Lu Deshui again.
"Holy shit!" Even Lu Deshui, who was as steady as an old dog, couldn't help being frightened. His eyes were as big as copper bells and he looked extremely horrified, as if he had seen a ghost. He never expected that Zhang When Fan fired this time, the barrel jammed again.
"What's going on with this kid?" Lu Deshui couldn't believe it and swallowed his saliva.
"Please!" Zhang Fan made a gesture of invitation. Cold sweat broke out on Lu Deshui's forehead and he fell into deep silence.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Lu Deshui sighed and could only bite the bullet, raised the revolver, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger.
"Crack!" This seventh time, Lu Deshui also had an empty chamber and was stuck.
"Huh!" Lu Deshui gasped, and smiled at Zhang Fan with a lingering fear on his face: "Brother, I'm lucky too, you'd better invite me!" At this point, Lu Deshui was about to hand over the revolver in his hand. Zhang Fan.
But when he was halfway through handing it over, Lu Deshui suddenly took the revolver back. He quickly opened the revolver and looked inside.
When he saw that the golden bullet inside was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief. After such a series of empty chamber jams, Lu Deshui began to wonder whether there were any bullets in the revolver.
Seeing that there were bullets inside, Lu Deshui smiled proudly. As long as you have bullets, as long as one shot is fired, my little life will be over.
