John's hand froze in the air.

"She said she wanted to leave, and you really helped her get out of this game. Hehe, that's so kind... But do you know what she remembered in the end? Hahaha--She committed suicide. Because she lost everything and had no memory of life, she jumped down from the stairs... Tsk tsk, it's so pitiful, then what's the difference between her and the 'people who don't care about life' you have always hated? If it were you, would she bring her into your judgment? Haha, it's ridiculous, oh, by the way, if Jill continues to stay here, maybe she can still compete for a chance to resurrection, but you cut off her path to resurrection. In this way, what's the difference between you and those who hate who despise life? "

The bartender said with a smile, his voice no longer gentle, but gradually became thick and slapped, like sand and stone rubbing. It was a low moan that only demons could have in legend.

"Ahhhhh, I'm so sorry, but you're so funny. I haven't had such a happy time, hahahaha---"

......

"Are you... testing...human nature?" John looked at the empty front, his hand hanging down, and finally put it down.

"No, no, no, I don't want to test that, I just think..."

"Interesting?" John interrupted the bartender indifferently.

“Yes, it’s fun.”

"So, you will never really understand us..." John said lightly, and picked up a chip on the table: "You are giving us the way, not letting us make our own choices..."

"Haha——Yes, it's so interesting to watch a person go from joy, struggle, and finally despair. Well? What does it mean to pick up those chips? Hehe, you don't want to play anymore, so you are going to break them? Give up, the chips cannot be damaged. You can only be free if you output them all."

"No, I've changed my mind." John responded: "I want to win."

"Oh? Do you want to win? Haha, I smell it, it's the smell of hatred, so are you going to take revenge?" asked the bartender with a smile, but as soon as he finished speaking...

"No!"

An angry, and a little sickly joy suddenly sounded.

"You! You can't win!"

John frowned, and he turned to look at William beside him. This sentence was exactly what William shouted. At this moment, he had already recalled everything, so he stared at John with a hideous face.

"Yes, I remembered it all. It turns out that I am dead, and the one who killed me is you!" He yelled and said, "You bastard! You're done, I'm the winner of this game. I will successfully get my wish, I will be resurrected, and you... will go to hell!"

Knowing that he was dead, William's state of mind changed greatly. This desire for life seemed to be the spirit conveyed by John in his game of judgment. However, this spirit gave him the heaviest blow at this moment.

"Just, Jill exchanged my eyes, right, hahaha--so, I... handed over my eyes!"

"Hahaha... It's great, it seems that you finally figured it out." The bartender smiled: "Then, as you wish."

With this sentence, John's eyes began to protrude outwards, his eyelids were stretched open, and the scarlet bloodshot was spreading wildly.

No one could imagine what kind of pain it was, but William seemed nervous, howling in pain while laughing.

"John, you! Lost!"

With a "pop", a strange sound, William's eyes burst out from his eye sockets, and blood was dripping. At the same time, a hot smoke burned his eye hole into a dark scar.

And as John gave his eyes, the number of chips on the field finally broke the balance.

William's chips: 3 pieces. They are [nosed] [mouth] [eye]

John's chips: 2 pieces. They are [nosed] and [mouth]

"Hehehe, how about it, are you a little panicked?" William's eyes were pitch black, but he said with a smile: "Okay, you may be panicked. After all, I have more chips than you, but you may not care at all, because you still have two chips, so as long as you win me in the future rock-scissors."

"Hahaha-you must be thinking, with your ability to observe people, playing with scissors and stone cloth with you, you will definitely be defeated by you, right?"

"So...I'm not stupid enough to have a rock-paper-scissors with you. I... want to kill you directly!"

William said.

"I want...your nose!"

With this sentence, William had already fumbled and threw out the leftmost chip in front of him. While throwing it, he also inserted his other hand into his eye socket, desperately clamping the closed blood hole that had been burned.

"Haha, it's true that it's just like I thought. The rules of this game are of great significance."

The bartender smiled and said, "Oh? I didn't expect that the first person I discovered was you."

"Hahaha-of course, I am an insurance worker, so I carefully select every word on the contract, because sometimes, a simple word is a compensation of hundreds of thousands." William said: "So, at the beginning of the rule, I thought there was a rule description that was strange... [When there is only one person who can still play cards, then this person is the winner]. The focus of this rule seems to be to tell us the final victory conditions... But in fact, it is to emphasize [the last person who can play cards]!

Yes, you don’t have to win, but you just need to make your opponent unable to play cards. For example... Although he has 100 chips and you only have one, he can no longer play cards, so you are the final winner.

Of course, the organs on these chips are also very strange, such as eyes, nose, mouth, tongue, and ears... are they simply distributed according to facial features, or do they want us to deprive each other of their perception, such as vision, hearing, smell... But if this is the case, then why should there be the option of [mouth]? If you don't want us to speak, isn't it enough to pull out the [tongue] directly?

The answer to this question was not until Cice's eyes, tongue and other organs were lifted out, that I realized that a flame burned all his wounds, although it seemed like it would help him stop bleeding and prevent him from dying like this.

But, it's not just that.

Because I just pressed the burnt scars hard... I found... I couldn't hold them at all.
Chapter completed!