[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world":3,"chapter-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-314":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Survival Guide in a Mysterious World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2299283,4497,"Chapter 314: Six-Shot Revolver","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-314",314,"\u003Cp>But the tall, thin man said nothing, only walked closer in silence, and a stench of decay drifted over—only then did we notice his skin was ashen and bloodless, covered in blotches of livor mortis, like a zombie from a post-apocalypse game…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. George, who had once served in the military, immediately pulled a pistol from his coat—a revolver—and pointed it at the approaching tall, thin man, shouting a warning to stop, but the man said nothing, only continued advancing in silence; the stench of rot grew heavier, suffocating everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After repeated warnings failed, Mr. George pulled the trigger, firing five rounds at the corpse-spotted tall man—he’d intended to empty the entire cylinder, but on the sixth shot, the mechanism suddenly jammed, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not fire the final bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Ning Zhe frowned slightly: “Strange—I’ve never heard of a revolver jamming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revolvers don’t eject shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revolvers are classic firearms renowned for reliability, especially prominent in Westerns starring cowboys, which indirectly reflects their harsh operating conditions: cowboys often rode horses while carrying revolvers, herding thousands of cattle across North America along railroads, driving them from the vast western grasslands to slaughterhouses on the East Coast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cowboys frequently endured exposure to the elements and poor supply conditions, forcing them to demand absolute reliability from every piece of gear—ordinary cotton or linen pants wore out quickly from prolonged riding, so the durable, abrasion-resistant canvas pants favored by miners quickly became popular among cowboys, eventually named jeans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revolvers, or revolvers, were similarly favored by cowboys—their simple, reliable design made them among the most trustworthy firearms in human history; a revolver fully loaded and stored in a drawer, untouched and unattended for five or ten years, would still fire perfectly, as good as new, with no possibility of jamming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A standard Glock might jam after a few hundred rounds, but a revolver, even when metal fatigue rendered it unusable, almost never jammed a single round—even if a round failed to fire, simply pulling the trigger again would bypass the dud via the cylinder’s rotation, leaving subsequent rounds unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Mr. George” mentioned by Sally Sally was a veteran who chose a revolver as his personal defense weapon precisely for its unmatched reliability, and as a veteran, he certainly knew how to maintain firearms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this revolver, which by design could not possibly jam, inexplicably locked up when George tried to fire the last round in the cylinder against the ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw Mr. George’s face turn instantly pale with terror—the tall, thin man, already hit by five bullets, oozing foul blood from his wounds, walked up to us as if nothing had happened; Mr. George froze like a character in a Jin Yong novel who’d been pinned by a pressure point, utterly motionless as the man took the gun from his hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We were all terrified, too afraid to run—we watched as the tall, thin man held the revolver, ejected the cylinder, inspected the single remaining round, then spun it hard with his thumb; the cylinder whirled rapidly, then clicked back into place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…The tall, thin man raised the revolver and shot Mr. George in the forehead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sally Sally paused, glancing nervously at the empty seat beside her, then continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gun didn’t fire—this round was blank. After firing, the tall, thin man returned the revolver to Mr. George… He remained silent, not uttering a single word, yet we somehow understood his meaning: he demanded Mr. George shoot one of us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. George, regaining his mobility, stood frozen with the gun in hand, drenched in sweat—he didn’t want to shoot us. Then, a terrifying, oppressive atmosphere radiated outward from the tall, thin man, dark and heavy, crushing my breath, making my whole body grow cold… I had a premonition: if we didn’t obey him, something horrific would happen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eventually, Mr. George broke under the pressure, aimed the gun at Anna behind him, and pulled the trigger.” “The gun didn’t fire—another blank.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. George, as if granted absolution, handed the gun to Anna; she was already ashen-faced, trembling, and as she took it, she pointed the barrel at Mary beside her, closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gun still didn’t fire—another blank.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Mary took the gun, aimed it at me, apologized as she did so, and pulled the trigger—the gunshot rang out, I didn’t even have time to scream before the world went black.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sally Sally swallowed hard, her teeth chattering, and whispered cautiously: “In the darkness where the entire world seemed to vanish, I opened my eyes—and saw you standing before me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was everything she experienced after the other four vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds like Russian roulette,” Xia Yubing said, pulling a pistol from her coat—a revolver, but hers resembled a work of art more than a weapon, its grip carved from ivory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the ghost drag the five of us into that empty world just to play a game of life and death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps Ning Zhe’s earlier guess was right: this ghost had no instant-death rule like Lei Te or Zhao You; it wasn’t the ghost itself that claimed the dead, but the games it initiated—games wagering lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No error in any detail!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Zhe took the ivory-handled revolver from Xia Yubing and examined it closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In silence, a muffled thud suddenly came from a nearby seat—a large, corpulent corpse in a black suit appeared on the audience bench, rolling onto the floor with a thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. George?!” Sally Sally clapped her hands over her mouth, unable to suppress a cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Zhe ejected the revolver’s cylinder with a click, then snapped it back into place: “It seems the result of the second round has already been decided.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",961,"2026-06-20T06:29:22.815Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","caf93ba1f3985c7c1d6931951847f3369187dd9c53dc85c1026bc910cccd0c7b","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-315","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-313",353,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurvival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-cover.jpg"]