Exultation

The Rat Person was still in shock, looking at Zhuque with panic, seemingly seeking his approval.

"Why? Do you need me to help you up?" Zhuque asked with a smile.

"No, no need..." The Rat Person shakily stood up.

She paused for a long time before saying to Qi Xia, "Thank you! Thank you!"

Qi Xia shook his head: "You don't have to thank me, I was just..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Qi Xia saw a hand emerge from the Rat Person's abdomen.

Her body jerked, and her voice abruptly stopped.

Warm and sticky blood splashed all over Qi Xia.

Zhuque slowly embraced the Rat Person from behind, as if holding a lover.

"This child is very polite," Zhuque said with his eyes closed, his face close to the Rat Person's, as if smelling her scent. "It's a good habit to say 'thank you,' but you broke the rules by trying to run away. He spared you, but I won't."

After saying this, Zhuque reached out his other hand, removed the Rat Person's mask, and threw it to the ground.

This "Rat Person" was clearly just a teenage girl.

Her face still had the innocence of youth, her tear-filled eyes full of fear and despair, and she was coughing up blood.

"It hurts... it hurts so much..." The Rat Person spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Be good... it will stop hurting soon..." Zhuque nuzzled the Rat Person's hair. "You will die soon, don't worry... don't worry... death will put an end to it all."

"What kind of pervert are you?!" Qiao Jiajian couldn't bear to watch any longer. "She's just a child! Damn you, let her go!"

Zhuque sneered, pulled out his blood-soaked hand, and pushed the Rat Person forward.

Qi Xia instinctively hugged the girl, his expression full of confusion.

Yes, this is "betting life."

If he wins, the other person will die.

Even if he doesn't want her life, she will still die.

This little girl, known as the Rat Person, was driven to a dead end by Qi Xia.

He thought he was only betting his own life, but he never thought that the other party would offer the same price.

But aren't they one of the organizers of the game?

Are these animal masks also some kind of "participants"?

"Why are you here, Qi Xia?" Zhuque asked coldly, flicking the blood off his hand.

"What..." Qi Xia was taken aback, looking up at him. "You know my name?"

Zhuque's mouth slightly raised, then he pointed to the four of them, calling out their names in turn:

"Qi Xia, Qiao Jiajian, Lin Qin, Zhang Lijuan. Why are you here?"

Tiantian was also stunned, as "Zhang Lijuan" was her real name, but she hadn't used it since she was fourteen.

"What do you mean 'why are we here'?" Lin Qin asked. "If we're not here, where should we be?"

Zhuque's face always had a meaningful smile, and he slowly shook his head, saying, "It seems you really don't know why you are here, which is truly pathetic."

"If you have something to say, just say it directly. Being evasive is not impressive," Qi Xia said coldly, holding the dying Rat Person in his arms. "Do you think being mysterious makes you look profound?"

Hearing this, Zhuque's eyes gradually became cold, and the smile that had been on his face disappeared.

"Qi Xia, I really can't get along with you," Zhuque said contemptuously, looking at him with disdain. "You will never escape and will rot here."

"Oh?" At this point, Qi Xia had nothing to fear and continued to ask aggressively, "Rot here? Are you going to kill me now?"

Zhuque flashed and flew to Qi Xia's side, his feathered cloak fluttering behind him.

He reached out and grabbed Qi Xia's collar, snarling, "If it weren't for the rules, I would tear you apart right here!"

"So... according to the 'rules,' you can't kill me," Qi Xia replied.

"Hehe..." Zhuque finally smiled again. "I won't kill you, but you will die here."

In the vigilant gaze of the crowd, Zhuque slowly floated into the air, like a deity.

"Why do you think I will die here?" Qi Xia looked up and asked.

"Because you are Qi Xia, so you are destined to die here," Zhuque snorted coldly, then disappeared into thin air.

He did not fly away like a fairy from a TV drama, nor did he vanish with a flash of light like performing magic.

The sudden change left everyone at a loss.

"Because I am Qi Xia... so I will die here?"

"Cough..." The Rat Person in Qi Xia's arms coughed.

Qi Xia looked down at her, and the girl's face was very clean, unlike someone from this world.

His mood was complicated. If he hadn't chosen to bet his life, this young girl wouldn't have ended up like this.

Thinking carefully, she hadn't been against Qi Xia from the start.

One 'Dao' for another 'Dao'.

Perhaps, as she herself said, Qi Xia would never find such a simple and queen-like play again.

The Rat Person reached into her pocket, slowly took out three 'Dao', and then said with difficulty:

"What a pity... I have been waiting here for a long time, and you are the first group of participants. I thought I could earn some 'Dao'..."

She handed the 'Dao' to Qi Xia and said intermittently:

"One of these is your ticket, and the other three are my own 'Dao', now they all belong to you."

The four people looked at the girl in front of them, not knowing what to say.

In terms of position, they should have been enemies. But the girl's helplessness and despair deeply touched their hearts, causing an indescribable resonance.

"You are also some kind of participant?" Qi Xia asked coldly.

The Rat Person laughed at this question instead, and blood began to flow from her mouth again:

"Who here is not a 'participant'?... To be honest... I would rather be like you, never having worn the mask of a 'rat'... Even though we can't get out..."

Her head slowly fell to one side, and her arm also dropped to the ground.

The two girls sighed on the side, and even Qiao Jiajian had a sad expression.

But Qi Xia's expression remained as cold as ever.

He laid the girl on the ground, slowly stood up, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Qi Xia... are you alright?" Lin asked.

"Me?" Qi Xia was slightly stunned, "Do I look... like I have a problem?"

Because there is no expression on your face, which is not normal.

"I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Xia suddenly felt a splitting headache, and he let out a shrill scream, holding his head down.

"Hey! Cheater!" Qiao Jiajian felt that Qi Xia's condition was not right. This morning, when Han Yimo died, Qi Xia also had a headache.

Qi Xia felt as if his head was about to split open, with something pulsating deep in his brain.