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"Someone is colluding with the Six Paths of Evil Destruction?" The few people from the Celestial Master Sect were shocked at the same time, and each of them was suspicious. But then, they heard Xu Weiyang say in a deep voice, "Misleading people with lies! I believe that there are no traitors in the Celestial Masters Taoism. You can't be provoked by their words again! "
Xu Weiyang was a person of virtue and prestige. His reputation in the sect was even higher than the young Zhang Running's. Once everyone heard his words, they recalled the previous two games where Yan Shiyuan used his words to incite the righteous people to kill each other. They were all alarmed and agreed, "That's right, the Dragon Tiger Mountain is the Ancestral Court of Taoism. How could they be willing to be a lowly person and associate themselves with the Six Dao demons!"
Yan Shiyuan smiled and said, "Whether or not it's nonsense, just play a game and you'll naturally understand. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Yan Shiyuan continued, "Let's talk about the rules of the game first. The rules are very simple. The crystal cages you are in are numbered from one to ten, and there are bamboo sticks and knives beside you. You will vote for whoever you suspect to be the traitor, and the corresponding number will be engraved on the bamboo sticks. You will vote for one person each time, and the person with the most votes in each round will die. This will continue until you find the real traitor or all of you are dead."
"Hmph, if you want to kill us, then kill us. Why should we participate in your game!" Xu Weiyang said coldly.
Yan Shiyuan smiled and said, "Daoist Xu is not afraid of death, but you shouldn't cut off the path of others. The elites of Longhu Mountain are all here. If you don't participate, I will kill you and replace you with the next batch. If the next batch doesn't participate, there will be another batch. Daoist Xu, do you want me to kill all of you before you are satisfied?"
Xu Weiyang looked at the others, sighed, and didn't say anything.
Yan Shiyuan then added, "Also, when you vote, the crystal cages you're in will be misted. The outside world won't be able to see if you've carved a number, so you can feel free to carve it."
"If we don't suspect anyone, can we not carve anything?" someone asked.
Yan Shiyuan nodded and said, "Of course you can. If you don't engrave a number, it will be considered invalid. If you can't get the most votes in one round, everyone will enter the next round and vote again."
"So you're saying that as long as we cast the unengraved number every time, no one will die, and we'll continue like this?"
"According to the rules, yes, but …" Yan Shiyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at him like a cat playing with a mouse. "Can it really be that simple?"
That gaze caused everyone to shudder. Yan Shiyuan continued, "Do you understand the rules? I will count to ten, and the first round of voting will begin. One, two, three …"
One by one, it was like a curse. Everyone couldn't help but panic. Xu Weiyang saw this and said loudly, "Everyone, now is not the time to suspect our own people. Don't carve anything on the stick. The first round, let's drag it over first!"
Everyone nodded in agreement. At this moment, Yan Shiyuan happened to count to ten. Just as he finished speaking, there was suddenly water vapor rising from the crystal coffin. It was misty and illusory, and the water droplets attached to the crystal wall turned into mist. It was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the outside world couldn't see what was happening inside.
After a while, the ghost soldier knocked on each coffin door to collect the bamboo stick. The Daoists also passed the bamboo stick through the groove left on the coffin. Then the mist dissipated, and everyone's appearance appeared in front of them again. Then they asked each other, "I didn't carve anything, what about you?" "Of course I didn't carve anything, how can I be manipulated by the evil?" "That's right, the trust between people, how can the evil people understand!"
"If you really trust me, you wouldn't have asked so many times." Yan Shiyuan mocked lazily and jumped down from the stand. He wanted to take the ten bamboo sticks from the ghost slave and said, "In that case, let me see the trust between you …"
Just as he was about to take the sticks, Yan Shiyuan's hand stopped and he retracted it again. He said, "I suddenly remembered that you won't believe me when I announce the result. Maybe you'll push the blame to me later. How about this, I'll find someone else to announce it for me!"
Yan Shiyuan's figure suddenly flashed, and he grabbed a young disciple from the Celestial Master Sect who was imprisoned. In the blink of an eye, he had already returned to his original position. He gently said to the young disciple, "May I know your name?"
The disciple forced himself to be calm and said, "My name is Tian Xuanzi. What do you, evil disciple, want to do?"
"Tian Xuanzi?" Yan Shiyuan thought for a while and praised him. "It seems that you're also highly regarded in your sect to be able to use the Big Dipper as your Taoist name. Among the Big Dipper, Tian Xuanzi symbolizes honesty and straightforwardness. It's a coincidence that you're able to distinguish between right and wrong. I'll leave the job of announcing the result to you. I hope you can live up to your Taoist name and announce the result truthfully."
Then his voice became stern. "I won't say any more threatening words. If you don't announce the result truthfully, you and your fellow sect members will be punished. You can imagine it yourself!"
Tian Xuanzi was at a loss. He looked at Xu Weiyang as if asking for her opinion. Xu Weiyang nodded, and he hesitantly took the bamboo sticks.
Tian Xuanzi raised the bamboo sticks. Regardless of whether they were good or evil, everyone's eyes were focused on the bamboo sticks. The sound of gulping could be heard. Tian Xuanzi took the first bamboo stick, raised it high in front of his eyes, and then threw it on the ground. "The first one, None!" The bamboo stick was thrown on the ground, and there was no word on it.
"The second one, None!"
"The third one, None!"
"The fourth one, None!"
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The bamboo sticks were thrown on the ground, and everyone's hearts were in their throats. In the blink of an eye, there was only one bamboo stick left in Tian Xuanzi's hand.
Everyone held their breath and waited for the final announcement. Tian Xuanzi's hands were trembling, as if he could not bear the weight of the small bamboo stick.
Yan Shiyuan urged, "Hurry up, it's the last one. Don't keep us in suspense."
"The tenth one, One … Number One …" Tian Xuanzi announced with a trembling voice. He threw the last bamboo stick on the ground and turned away as if he could not bear to look at it anymore. The bamboo stick was marked with the word "One".
The person with "Number One" was shocked and hurriedly said, "How is that possible? Who voted for me? "
Yan Shiyuan ignored his question and shook his head. "It seems that you think Number One is a traitor. Unfortunately, you guessed wrong in the first round! According to the rules, Fellow Daoist Number One, farewell! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the crossbow hanging on coffin number one suddenly fired. Accompanied by a miserable scream, the sharp arrow pierced through the top of the person's head. In an instant, blood splattered, and he died a miserable death.
"Senior Brother Liu!" "Master!" Seeing their companion die, cries of grief came from the Celestial Master Sect. But the hidden message was even more chilling. They had clearly agreed to cast blank votes, but one of them killed a fellow disciple. The meaning behind this was self-evident.
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