"Then he said the second sentence: Everything I say is the rule. Then he said fourteen rules.

“It gives people a misleading idea that what he said in the first place was just an introduction to the field of rules rather than rules.

“I thought so at first.

"But in fact, since everything he said is a rule. In other words, the first sentence is actually a rule.

“We should call it Rule 0.”

"oh?"

A rare ripples appeared in the mysterious woman's clear eyes.

"You mean, releasing the offering itself violates the rules."

"right!"

Meng Fei nodded.

"In order to ensure that he will be resurrected, the God of Death has turned others into sacrifices, and he directly wrote the resurrection and return to the god's position through the sacrifices.

"Whoever does anything to stop it is breaking the rules."

"And in his wishes to the ultimate winner, Rule 12: Wishes cannot violate the rules of the realm.

"If the wish is to release the sacrifice and affect the resurrection of the god of death, then the wish will be abandoned directly!"

Death must make full use of his only negative entropy and formulate rules with the least degree of limitation, but must ensure that he can be resurrected successfully.

So he set up many traps.

In short, if you are honestly killing each other and killing until there is only the last one left, he doesn't mind that the only final winner can survive and satisfy one of the wishes of this person.

But no matter what the wish is, it cannot affect his resurrection.

“Since by the rules, only one person can survive in the end, why should I give you my card?

"Shouldn't I accept your challenge and win all the cards from you?"

The mysterious woman turned her eyes and threw herself into the black fog around her, blinking her eyes and asking with a little naughty emotion.

"Haha," Meng Fei smiled, "Do you believe in the axiom of absolute loyalty of the witches?"

The woman did not shake her head or nod, but said without hesitation: "I can believe it for the time being."

"Okay, then we all believe it for the time being."

Meng Fei slapped his knees, which were a little numb after sitting for a long time.

"If we all believe that the witches are absolutely loyal, and that Qimi, who is sitting opposite you, is the witches loyal to Zuo Feng.

“Then the prophecy she said was absolutely reliable.

"First, she said Zuo Feng challenged me and he would win. She was right about this. Because I gave up, I gave up a card. So he won.

"Second, she said Zuo Feng would become a god."

"Third, she originally handed her card to Zuo Feng, and Zuo Feng could win immediately. But she refused, saying that Zuo Feng would not be able to become a god in this way."

"First of all, don't you think the first and second points she said are inconsistent with the rules in the realm of Death?

"Theoretically, Zuo Feng can become the ultimate winner and then ask the God of Death to make his wish to become a god.

"But it would be nice to resurrect the God of Death. How could one sacrifice create two gods?

"Unless the God of Death is willing to sacrifice himself and treat himself as a sacrifice to achieve Zuo Feng's new god.

"But this actually violates the 0th rule of the God of Death's inevitable resurrection and return to the throne of God."

"You mean, Qi Mei lied, and Zuo Feng could not become a god?"

"No, we all recognized that Qi Mei was absolutely loyal to Zuo Feng. She might lie to us, but she could not lie to Zuo Feng.

"So Zuo Feng will definitely become a god."

"Well, this is indeed a contradiction."

The mysterious girl came over, sat next to Meng Fei, held her cheek with her hands, and entered a state of thinking.

"The contradiction is where the answer lies."

Meng Fei's self-proclaiming was forced to pause for a moment because he found that his eyes were completely attracted by this mysterious woman.

She was wearing a veil, and her long hair, which was as metal as luster, flowed down like the running water under the moonlight.

They first accumulate on the round shoulders that raised due to bowing their heads, and then slide down their left arm to form a beautiful waterfall.

"You keep going."

The mysterious girl didn't notice his gaze, but just curiously reminded him to continue.

"Did you notice that Qi Mei was speaking to Zuo Feng in Mantis.

“You will become God.

“What he said was:

“yubwegudcentle.”

In the era when the God of Death Empire was at its peak, the Mantis language was the true language of aristocratic. Not only was the God of Death Empire able to be used, but the nobles in many countries in Central and Western China were using it and proud.

But Meng Fei's mantis pronunciation is very awkward, and after speaking it, the atmosphere on the scene is very awkward.

“yub.”

Meng Fei gritted his teeth and emphasized it again.

"Did you notice this word?"

"Well, but this word doesn't sound like nothing wrong." The mysterious woman covered her mouth through the veil and smiled, "except for your pronunciation..."

But she seemed to have realized something.

"The word yub, the mantis word, does mean 'you' in spoken language."

At this time, Meng Fei had to show the style of Hema who was knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

"But in the theological classics of the Death Empire, yub is actually the abbreviation yubydys.

“The precise meaning of it is ‘your body’. Another word corresponding to it is yusous, which means ‘your soul’.

"It's just that in real life, people often use the word yub to represent you, ignoring its true meaning.

"But the prophecy of the witch should theoretically be expressed in the most precise theological language to avoid ambiguity."

"So that's how it is."

The mysterious woman's eyebrows stretched out and a slight smile appeared at the corners of her eyes.

“Qimi’s prophecy is actually: Your body will become God.

"In other words, he will become a sacrifice. His body will become the new living body of the God of Death, just a shell.

"As for his soul, maybe it's swallowed, maybe it's the soul returns to the underworld.

"Prophecy is just a different way of expression, it sounds tempting."

Zuo Feng, a fool, tried his best to bet on his throne and the lives of all the people in the country for a prophecy of becoming a god.

The final result is to contribute your body to God for free?

Is this ridiculous or pitiful?

"The Mantis King is indeed very sad."

The mysterious woman showed a serious sympathetic look. But in a blink of an eye, her mind seemed to move again.

"But you haven't explained yet, why do I have to give you my card?

"Even if you win in the end, you can't release me?

"Shouldn't I snatch all the cards in your hand and become the final winner to save my life?"

"Um."

Meng Fei was playing with the total of seven cards in his hand.

"Even if you win me, you can only get nine cards. It's still one card away from winning."

"What does this matter?"

The mysterious girl's bright eyes circulated and she retorted.

"If you lose, the next challenger is me. Whether I take the initiative to challenge Qi Mei or Zuo Feng, I can get ten cards."
Chapter completed!