Chapter 3

A reminder of the game rules appeared in the minds of all five people.

They read it repeatedly, and their expressions all changed.

The bespectacled man's expression darkened, and he subconsciously pushed up his glasses.

The pajama woman remained calm, seemingly still immersed in the aftermath of that slap.

The glamorous woman touched her hair, her expression very unnatural.

The big man frowned, seemingly not understanding the game rules.

"Interesting rules." Su Yang nodded silently; it was his first time realizing that card games could be played this way.

"Damn, I thought it was Fried Golden Flower, what kind of shitty rules are these?" The big man snorted coldly, unable to help but curse.

"There's a revolver on everyone's table; the cylinder should have been reset, right? The loser has to shoot themselves in the head, right?" The glamorous woman asked.

The bespectacled man nodded and said: "Judging from the rules... that is indeed the case, but I don't know which hole the single bullet is in."

As soon as the words fell, the scene fell into silence again.

Obviously, this Death Game is full of unknowns.

You never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

If you are very unlucky and the first bullet is already loaded, once you lose, it's the end of your life.

Death is eternal, there is no regret.

And there is no such thing as resurrection.

Therefore, in this Death Game, what you are betting is not just psychology and courage, but—life!

There are only two identities in the tavern.

Liars and those who are lied to.

After the big man read the rules, he licked his lips. "Then let's go, I'm very unlucky with stocks, but I've never lost at cards."

The bespectacled man shifted his buttocks uncomfortably. "Why don't we all report our information? My name is Liu Ming, from Luoyang."

Big man: "Zhao San, just call me Old San, my hometown is in Pingyang."

Glamorous woman: "Guo Xiaoyun, Linxi."

"Su Yang, Donghai."

After waiting for a long time, the pajama woman didn't reply.

Zhao San slapped the table, making a loud noise. "Hey, what's your name, are you mute?"

The pajama woman came back to her senses, her eyes full of timidity, and whispered: "Yun Peipei, Xiangjiang."

"Damn it, speak louder, your voice is as small as a mosquito's; if we were outside, let's see if I wouldn't fuck you to death." Zhao San leaned on the stool, his gaze wantonly examining Yun Peipei.

Zhao San went from nervous at the beginning to slightly adapted, and his style of conduct and nature slowly revealed themselves.

Although Yun Peipei was wearing loose pajamas, she couldn't hide her curvy figure, and her gentle and lovely face carried a hint of a temperament that made people feel pity.

She was very much to Zhao San's liking.

He liked this kind of girl who looked weak and fragile, wishing he could rush up and press her against the wall and have his way with her.

Listening to the screams coming from her cherry mouth.

"Hehe..." Zhao San smiled wickedly, his eyes full of greed.

Yun Peipei still couldn't forget the strength of that slap, didn't dare to look him in the eye, and stared at the tabletop.

Soon, the creature with a bull's head and human body flipped a card from the top and placed it in the center of the table.

This was a Heart 'Queen'.

Then, starting from Guo Xiaoyun, it dealt one card clockwise to Zhao San, Su Yang, Yun Peipei, and Liu Ming.

Until five cards were dealt to each person.

The moment they got their hands on the cards, everyone looked at them.

The cards in Su Yang's hand were 2 Queens, 1 Joker, and 2 Kings.

"Three effective cards."

Excluding the three in his hand, there were eight effective cards outside.

According to probability distribution, everyone should have two.

Of course, this is just an expectation.

If someone is lucky enough to get five effective cards, then the other three people can only share the remaining three.

Those who are unlucky might not even have one.

This game is very dependent on luck, of course, gambling also accounts for a large part.

Liu Ming slowly closed his cards, looked at the expressions of the other four people, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Guo Xiaoyun remained expressionless; perhaps it was due to the work she did outside, she was very good at disguising herself.

Yun Peipei wrote her card type on her face, her lips moving, as if she were silently reciting her card type.

"Damn it, such shitty cards, how am I supposed to play?" Zhao San cursed and placed his five cards face down on the table.

At this time, no one made a sound; without knowing the card types of others, words were just a signal.

Zhao San might be playing hard to get, or it might really be the case.

No one dared to believe it blindly.

Because once you lose, you need to pick up the revolver and pull the trigger against your own head.

At this time, a group of creatures with beast heads and human bodies gathered around, with two standing behind each person.

"Hmm?"

Su Yang had been paying attention to everyone's expressions and small movements from the beginning until now.

Among them, Guo Xiaoyun touched her hair four times, Liu Ming pushed up his glasses three times, and Yun Peipei frowned five times.

Zhao San was carefree; besides placing the cards face down on the table, he had no extra movements.

Everyone has talent skills, but every talent skill activation has prerequisites.

For example, 'Deception', he needs half of the people present to believe it, and what he says can become reality.

Currently, Su Yang doesn't know the talent of any of them, and similarly, they don't know Su Yang's hole cards.

Therefore, these strange creatures speaking a language they couldn't understand suddenly gathered around.

It was definitely not a coincidence!

Someone must have secretly activated a skill.

"Who could it be?" Su Yang's gaze went around each of their faces, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Except for Yun Peipei, who was as nervous as ever, the other three looked normal.

"We should play Queens, right? Who starts first?" Liu Ming asked.

At this moment, an illusory arrow suddenly appeared in the center of the table, pointing exactly at Guo Xiaoyun.

Immediately, the clock on the wall began to turn, starting from twelve o'clock, and the minute hand slowly moved clockwise.

Five-minute limit for each player per round.

Timing starts!

"I'll go first." Guo Xiaoyun threw out a card without changing her expression, "A 'Queen'."

Guo Xiaoyun finished playing her card, and the pointer on the table turned clockwise to point at Zhao San to Su Yang's right.

"Only one? Is it a real Queen?" Zhao San hooked the corners of his mouth, testing.

"You guess? What if it's fake?" Guo Xiaoyun revealed a charming smile, captivating people's hearts.

Most people saying this would give people the implication of 'Call me'.

The words clearly carried an inductive meaning.

Of course, it could also be Guo Xiaoyun bluffing, doing the opposite.

Doing this on purpose to scare Zhao San.

"You think I don't dare to Call?" Zhao San sneered repeatedly. "I don't have much else, but I'm full of guts!"

"I Call!"

Saying this, he hammered the table and flipped over the card Guo Xiaoyun played.

A King!

"You dared to Call that?" Guo Xiaoyun's face turned pale instantly, her eyes full of disbelief.

"What's there not to dare? My eyes are like a ruler; I can tell if it's true or false at a glance." Zhao San won the first round and laughed loudly.

"Go to hell, I will absolutely not let you go!" Guo Xiaoyun's hand uncontrollably grabbed the revolver and aimed it at her temple.

She saw her face become ferocious, her originally exquisite features twisted, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.

And carrying thick fear.

"You bitch, who are you trying to scare? I'm your next player, when is it your turn to Call me?" Zhao San was triumphant.

He tasted the thrill of the Death Game for the first time, his body trembling with excitement.

This kind of link that makes others fall into despair is really stimulating!

The four people watched Guo Xiaoyun close her eyes, praying silently, her teeth clenched tightly.

At this moment, she was the most devout believer of the god.

"Go to hell..." Zhao San stared fixedly at Guo Xiaoyun's head, looking forward to the scene of the bullet piercing through!

"Click!"

The moment the sound rang out, including Su Yang, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Guo Xiaoyun pulled the trigger, and no bullet was fired.

She let out a long sigh of relief, cold sweat had long since soaked her dress, and her whole person was like a deflated ball, spread out on the table.

"Zhao San, you're dead!" Guo Xiaoyun had just walked through hell, her eyes full of murderous intent.