Seeing that Delen's eyes finally darkened, Sumo immediately realized that the opportunity had come.

He lowered his voice, glanced at the other person and said, "You want to live so much, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"I can't talk about my wish. I just don't want to be tossed around and die like this in the end."

Delen smiled bitterly and recounted his experiences in the past few years.

"Brother Chen, don't think I'm just an ordinary person, but over the years I've been lucky enough to go to four cracks and join more than a dozen tribes. It's a pity that these tribes who are willing to take me in are in a similar situation.

Wandering on the edge of a cliff, one wrong step could cause everything to disappear, so I could only see the opportunity and run away immediately."

"Two years ago, I came to Crack 37 and accidentally became a snow bandit. Then I joined Edwin's Red Moon Team and worked hard all the way to become the vice-captain."

"If... if I hadn't been greedy for success, in a year or two, I might have become a priest, completely breaking away from my past life and entering a new field. Do you think I would be willing to do so?"

Delen's experience surprised Sumo. He didn't expect that he had been to four cracks.

It’s just that no matter how rich the experience is, the final conclusion is a bit speechless.

Can becoming a priest lead you to heaven in one step?

Not to mention the two first-level priests of the secret killing team, even the third-level high priest Duan Tianrong was killed by Thomas' punch.

Delen was afraid that he thought too wonderfully about the world of priests and did not realize that it was a more dangerous place than the mortal world.

But what Sumo wants now is someone with this obsession.

He smiled softly, said nothing more, stuffed the ball of grass back into Delen's mouth and went to the corner.

"The boulder god bless me and protect me from the pain of being displaced..."

"The boulder god bless me and help me work smoothly and be appreciated by the patriarch's discerning eyes..."

"huge..."

The gentle sound of prayer reached Delen's ears very clearly in the quiet environment of the dungeon.

Pray to the giant stone god in front of them?

Thinking of everyone's mission on this trip, the corners of Delen's mouth turned bitter, and his forehead drooped weakly.

...

Soon, another three days passed.

The cruelest stage of late winter has finally passed slowly, and the temperature has slightly risen, rising from minus 40 degrees to about minus 30 degrees.

Although humans are still unable to move in the wilderness for long periods of time, the threat is finally much smaller.

Including the Fire Fist tribe, they also relied on the round-the-clock operation of the heating tower to barely raise the temperature back to zero degrees.

However, for the snow bandits locked in the dungeon, the temperature did not seem to rise at all, but became even colder.

"It's time to eat!"

Somo picked up a hammer and knocked it, causing the only twelve people left in the dungeon to wake up quickly.

Everyone's faces showed deep exhaustion. Even if Sumo untied the ropes on these people, they would not have the strength to escape.

For the past three days, one unlucky person will be taken away and disappear every night.

In the first two days, everyone could barely comfort themselves. As long as they were lucky, they would not be drawn.

And it's only three more rounds at most, so the probability of survival is still high.

However, last night, that damn Huang Xiangyu came again!

"Due to the hesitation of the clan leader, the shortage of supplies is now even greater. Unfortunately, only eight people can survive."

Two were drawn, and two more places were lost.

Doesn’t this mean that the draw was in vain?

The optimism that had just risen in everyone's hearts was ruthlessly crushed, and the shattering was even more complete.

Some people even feel that the Fire Fist Tribe has no intention of letting them live from beginning to end.

The torture now is just another kind of psychological torture.

Taking the weed away from Delen's mouth, Somo made a bowl of porridge, which was obviously much thicker than the previous few days.

But Delen, who was tied to the pillar, had dull eyes and looked lost.

"Why, you have nothing to say to me today?"

Sumo asked with a smile.

Delen didn't speak, he just lowered his head quietly, as quiet as death.

Maybe he also figured out his fate and would be beaten to death here.

"If you don't want to be drawn, I think you should pay more obeisance to the Stone God. It will work. As long as you are pious enough, you might be able to survive!"

Sumo finished speaking nonchalantly, and Delenn didn't take it to heart.

It's just a wild god worshiped by stupid people. The snow bandit organization has destroyed countless gods. If it is really effective, how can these gods be unable to protect themselves?

However, what is surprising is that after Somo left, there were actually people in the dungeon praying silently.

Although the sound produced by the gagged mouth was just a whine, one could barely hear the words "Stone God" in the repeated sentences.

Good guy, even if you know it's useless, you still engage in involution, right?

Delen refused in his heart, but in the end he couldn't help but start praying.

He learned the sentence pattern of Soma's prayers these days, and the reluctance flashed through his mind, and he said in his heart:

"Bless the Stone God, help me survive this disaster. Don't be drawn. Don't be drawn."

"Bless the Stone God and bless me to leave here alive. I will definitely follow your guidance and teachings."

"huge..."

As he kept reciting it, Delen didn't know how long he kept reciting it, and he fell asleep tiredly.

When he woke up again, he saw Huang Xiangyu came in with another person.

The other party looked at him for a long time, especially Delen.

This time the number of people drawn reached three.

One member of the Red Moon Squad and two members of the Secret Killing Squad were dragged away by the guards howling miserably.

"Didn't you hit me?"

Delen was stunned and suddenly became ecstatic.

Now that three people were gone, the chance of survival undoubtedly increased dramatically.

However, the other person's attention on his behavior also made him feel uneasy, and he felt uneasy that he would definitely get drawn next time.

what to do?

Is there any use in praying?

Delen prayed again until he fainted, and then he was woken up by the sound of hammer banging.

Just when he thought this was his last selection, he found that it was Sumo who walked in.

The other party actually untied all the ropes in three strokes and helped him sit on the ground.

"Brother Chen, what are you..."

"Did you pray to the Stone God to get out of here?"

"Ah, this..." Delen was stunned for a moment, and realized that Somo's expression was unusually solemn, so he had to nod his head quickly.

"Let's go. The Stone God told me in a dream that you shouldn't die here and asked me to help you... But what can I, a dungeon guard, do to help you? Take these foods with you and escape at night."

Somo said, untying a bag from behind.

After opening, there were more than ten roasted potatoes inside, exuding an attractive aroma.

But at this moment, Delen didn't care, his head was shut down, and he looked stupid...

"Escape...escape?"
Chapter completed!