Chapter Seventeen The Last Six People

  Qiao Jia's heart was filled with anxiety. She knew that Lian Xi might be leaving her forever soon. The outcome now depended on Han Yi Feng's choice. Because he couldn't see Qiao Jia's expression, Lian Xi couldn't tell if his decision was correct or not.

  However, she saw Qiao Jia's figure tremble slightly. A strong sense of unease arose in her heart. She could no longer think, and could only wait quietly, regardless of the outcome. She was powerless to do anything about it. This silence was like calmly waiting for death.

  She lay there panting heavily, looking at everything around her. In her heart, she silently comforted herself that perhaps death was the best release. But in the face of death, no one could accept it with equanimity. She now realized how much she didn't want to die.

  Just now she shouted that sentence, holding a thread of lucky hope that Han Yifeng would not choose her. But what Han Yifeng wrote, she didn't know. Lian Xi left tears, and her eyes were filled with despair. She only understood how reluctant she was to part with many things.

  She couldn't bear to part with her family, couldn't bear to part with Qiao Jia, couldn't bear to part with everything... She still had many dreams... Why did she end up here? If it weren't for this nightmare, she would still be carefree, although Lian Xi thought she had long been tired of doing similar things every day, or even the same things.

  In the morning, she didn't want to get up and go to work, always sleeping in until very late. Every time, her mother had to come call her several times: "It's 8:30! You still haven't gotten up!"

  Although every time her mother's words were so exaggerated, always saying the time was about half an hour later. Hurriedly getting ready, rushing off the bus and running to work, starting another day of repetitive work.

  Working hours are always very leisurely, handling files, chatting with customers, and chatting with colleagues... After work, I smell the fragrance of rice and return home to have dinner with my parents. Before going to bed, write a diary, lazily lying on it, occasionally strolling around the street with Qiao Jia and Xiao Mu.

  The day just passed like that. Although every day is the same, now thinking about it, the originally tired life unexpectedly makes her miss it so much. If not for this game, Xiaomu wouldn't have died, and the three of them would still be calling each other every day to talk about their joys and sorrows, praising each other, teasing each other, supporting each other, sharing with each other. How great that would be... She doesn't want to die. Lianxi is now on the verge of collapse.

  After a long time, Han Yifeng stood up and walked to Qiao Jia's front, Lian Xi's heart was lifted to his throat. Qiao Jia's tension at this moment was no less than Lian Xi's.

  Qiao Jia's hands trembled as she handed the paper to Han Yifeng. --- Wei Xue. As soon as she saw these two words, Qiao Jia felt a sudden relief. She didn't care if it was "wrong" to frame Wei Xue, at this moment her heart only had one thought: Lian Xi could survive! But Lian Xi was so tense that he almost died, his heartbeat accelerated, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out.

  She stared at Qiao Jia with wide eyes, waiting for the final result. Her eyes were already big, and now they seemed even bigger as she strained to keep them open, as if they might pop out at any moment. She gritted her teeth, her face a mess of sweat and tears that had become indistinguishable from one another. Clenching her fists tightly, her long fingernails had dug deep into her palm, drawing out a few drops of fresh blood. At this point, she no longer felt the pain.

  "Two votes for Ye Liangxi, three votes for Wei Xue, and two votes for Han Yifeng." Ye Liangxi was stunned, feeling as if she had just been to the underworld. She slumped into her chair, barely making it through this ordeal. "What?! You cheated! How is that possible?!" Wei Xue shouted, rushing towards Qiao Jia. "No...no...I won't die! You're framing me on purpose! Ah..." Before she could reach Qiao Jia, Wei Xue let out a series of ear-piercing screams and fell to the ground.

  "Another... another one is dead!" Lan Tian said in a trembling voice. Yes, the black mud left behind large patches of bloodstains, and only things within ten chairs could be seen clearly. The surrounding area was shrouded in a thick fog, and such bloody things were happening in this scene, waiting for unpredictable results. Perhaps the next second would be swallowed up by this place, no matter how calm the person was, they would be scared. Of course, Ying was an exception.

  "Ah!" Yu Yao fell off the chair in a panic and landed on her butt. "I... I want to leave here! I don't want to die! I want to leave... I want to leave!" She was scared out of her wits. Yu Yao scrambled to her feet, turned around hastily and ran away, disappearing into the swirling fog in no time.

  Yu Yao ran out and no one stopped her, not even calling out to stop her. After all, in this situation, being able to save oneself is the most important thing, who still has the mind to care about others' lives? "Heh, she's run out herself, what a way to seek death!" Ying said with his usual tone, treating life as if it were nothing.

  Ye Zi also stood up in a panic, possibly because he had just witnessed Yin Zhe fall down and was already mentally prepared, or maybe he was scared silly. This time Ye Zi didn't shout. Han Yifeng, like last time, remained calm and sat in his own seat, watching everything around him.

  Ling Yu's mind was a complete blank. She sat there stupidly, as if she had been stimulated. After being stunned for a few seconds, she looked at the figure on the ground with horror. Originally, she thought that this time it would be her who fell down, and although she didn't want to die, she had already made preparations for death. When she saw Wei Xue fall down, she should have let out a sigh of relief, but she didn't. They hadn't received any signal that the task was complete or that the game was over. She knew they had lost another opportunity, and now there was only one last chance left!

  A gentle breeze blew by, and if it were any other time, Lian Xi would have closed her eyes to enjoy the soft wind. But in this extremely tense situation, all this breeze brought to Lian Xi was unease, making her hair stand on end. Wei Xue's figure had vanished, leaving behind only a large pool of fresh blood and half a bloody handprint on the ground. It sent chills down one's spine.

  Ten chairs, but now only six people are left. Even though four people have died, it's not necessarily a bad thing. The scope has narrowed again. At least Ye Xi can confirm that Qiao Jia and Ying are not ghosts, so the ghost must be among Han Yi Feng, Ye Zi, and Lan Tian. Now, even if you rely on luck to survive, your chances are much higher. However, thinking about the voting situation just now, Ye Xi is still very worried. Qiao Jia and Ying will definitely not vote for Ye Xi, and vice versa. Ye Xi wants Ying to be the host of the next game, but she doesn't want her to be either. She hopes the host is one of their own people, but the host has no voting rights. What to do? After struggling with this dilemma in her heart for a long time, she still hopes that Ying can participate in the vote!

  Qiao Jia had already thought it through and decided that for the next game, she would choose Ying as the host. In fact, to Ying, it didn't matter who was the host for the final round of the game, he had long since come up with a meticulous plan for the last round. Rather than saying he had made plans, it's more like Ying had already found a way to complete his mission.

  He encouraged himself in his heart, pitying Xi Yu and Qiao Jia, you must work together!

  "Please have the player point out the chosen object within three seconds!"