Indeed... Just as William said, this chip became the key to everything.

"Hehe, it's wonderful." William remembered the bartender's voice in the dark world, and accompanied by a gentle applause.

"First, he showed weakness and deceived the opponent's chips, then he took the initiative to abandon his eyes and launched a counterattack. Finally, at the most appropriate time, he sacrificed the key organs and made a final decision. I really have to applaud you."

"Thank you, I just hope you keep your word, a wish!" William said.

"Of course... the winner will get the reward you deserve. I won't be lying to such small things, but it's time to wait for you to become a winner."

"Ha, it's so boring. At this time, is there any other possibility?" William said. Then he threw the chips: "I want his nose!"

"As you wish..." The bartender's voice came.

Although William couldn't see it, he knew what John was suffering now.

His nose was splitting, and William knew that feeling, because he had just endured that kind of pain.

After a while

"Haha, it's so pitiful, then now, your nose has been stripped of it."

"Yes...it has been deprived and completely blocked." The bartender responded.

"Ah--Okay, okay, thank you for telling me who can't see me." William said, "But this is really ironic. You must be in pain now. I didn't hear your scream just now. Hehe, that's right, who made your mouth blocked? Oh, so let me think about how long can a person hold? 1 minute? 1 minute 30 seconds? Tsk tsk, it shouldn't take that long for an old man. However, for the sake of security, I won't be smart enough to open the cards in advance-hahaha-"

William said, and then happily counted it: "1, 2, 3,...110, 120..."

Time passed by minute by minute with his voice. Although William knew that he was sure to win, he still did not relax at all. He had watched countless movies, and many people failed because of last-minute negligence. He would not be able to make such low-level mistakes.

In my memory, William vaguely remembers that when he was a child, he heard that in some records, people who had been trained could hold their breath for more than 10 minutes. Of course, he didn't think that an old man over fifty years old could hold his breath for so long, so... he counted until 200, which was more than three minutes, and tried to hold his breath for more than a minute.

It took nearly 5 minutes in total.

"Hehe, although it's only a few seconds, it doesn't seem boring. So now, is that old guy dead?" William said with a smile.

"Of course I'm dead." The bartender's voice came.

"Haha, you won't lie, right?" William asked again cautiously.

"Yes, I said, I'm not lying."

"Uhhhh——" William moaned very comfortably, as if this sentence could make him orgasm... He finally opened the cards in front of him with satisfaction.

One picture————【Stone】

"Okay, let's end it soon. I have to think about my wish... Is resurrection considered one of them?"

"Of course not. I'm not the kind of unscrupulous businessman who plays the trick of 'If you want wealth, but I'll let you go to hell, so you can't spend it even if you have money'." The bartender said.

"That's great, so, do I want endless wealth, or... rights? Ahhhhhhhh--"

"Wait, Mr. William, although I don't mind you thinking about your wish now, the game is not over yet."

"Ah?" This sentence put back William's laughter: "What does it mean?"

"Mr. John hasn't turned on his card yet..."

"Haha, you're really good at joking. Of course he can't turn it around. He's dead..."

William said with a smile, but in the darkness, he suddenly felt something strange, like a giant hand holding his heart tightly and began to ruthlessly knead it.

The bartender ignored William and continued, "Then, Mr. John, it's time for you to flip!"

William's body trembled suddenly, as if he was struck by lightning!

"What!!" He was really confused.

How could John still flip? Didn’t he be angry for 5 minutes? Even now, it’s been six or seven minutes! Did he survive?

"Impossible! You said just now! John is dead! What does it mean to let him flip? Did you lie?"

"Haha, I didn't lie. Of course he is dead. You all died from the moment you come here. Have you forgotten?" the bartender said lightly.

William's mind buzzed...

"But...then...then didn't William 's souls scattered' because of his suffocation?"

"Suffocation? Hahaha--" the bartender began to laugh: "Who said he couldn't breathe anymore? He was always breathing. Aren't those suffocation scenes all your own delusions?"

William was so shocked that for a second or two, he didn't say anything.

"How...how is it possible...his nose and mouth have been sealed, how can he still breathe?"

At this moment, William's mind was running wildly...

Could it be that he used some pen tube to pierce his throat?

It's impossible, there is no pen tube, and there is no straw, when he sacrificed his eyes, he had already confirmed that he could only use his fingers to buckle it, but... even if he could buckle his skin, and the trachea was so tough, how could he be able to buckle it?

Wait, is it the cup that holds milk?

He broke the cup and then separated his throat or face, thus establishing a passage for air circulation?

It wasn't right. I didn't hear any sound of glass breaking. Even if John took off his clothes, wrapped a cup and broke it, it should have a little sound.

Well, even if I really didn't hear it.

But the burning place was as hard as a stone, and the entire mouth was in a closed loop, so it was impossible for him to cut it with a piece of glass.

And the throat is even more impossible. I have studied so many suicide claims. If I had cut the trachea so straight, the blood would definitely flow into the lungs, and I would die faster at that time!

No matter how William thought, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only shout... "Lie! Lie!"

However, he really heard a trace of the friction of clothes.

John slowly raised his hand... and turned on the card in front of him...

One picture...
Chapter completed!