Chapter 425: Forcing people to collapse, self-disintegration
Despicable, despicable, what's the use of screaming anymore? Can it change Zhu Biao's mind?
Who would be a fool if he has practiced kung fu to a high level? Of course, he knows that this is Zhu Biao's plan to alienate people, or is it an obvious alienation plan. But the threat of death hangs over his head, even if it is 'estrangement', it cannot suppress the human nature.
Survival instinct!
Of course, if all of this group of people had the firm consciousness of the heroic heroes before the founding of the Red Dynasty, they would definitely not be alienated by this little scheme. But for the current group of people, they are either because of relatives and friends, or because of interests.
, or joined the 'Tang King Organization' because of the prospect, how can the will be compared with those of the heroic spirits of the Red Dynasty who have firm beliefs.
Pingtan's loud shouting even earned him a few eye rolls, because in the eyes of those people who rolled their eyes, Pingtan could stand and talk without pain in his back. He didn't have to die tonight.
He also shouts "Da Yi" several times!
"Give you a quarter of an hour!" Zhu Biao pressed forward one step at a time.
From silence to commotion, from commotion to silence. The prisoners still looked at each other, but they no longer looked like they were sinking and waiting to die. Their eyes were full of suspicion and strangeness.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and no one came forward yet.
"What? You don't want to die? You all want to live?" Zhu Biao's laughter scratched everyone's face like a knife. "Do you mean you are willing to surrender?"
Of course, they would not surrender just like that. Every prisoner had evasive eyes, unwilling to look at Zhu Biao.
"You want to surrender or not, you want to die but you don't want to die, what do you think you want to do? Do you want me to kill you all, or let you go?"
"Zhu Biao, little thief. Don't stir up trouble. If you want to kill him, kill him. Where's all the nonsense!" Nangong Yu glared like a furious lion. If possible, he wanted to swallow Zhu Biao in his mouth.
Click, click, chew hard.
Zhu Biao ignored him at all and still looked at the sixty or seventy good people in the hall.
"It seems that I have not thought clearly. These people are all fatal. Ants are greedy for life, how much more are they human beings? Since it is up to you to decide who will live and who will not live, there is no way to decide. Then, I will figure it out for you.
We have a solution! How about it?"
Zhu Biao reached out and took a bamboo stick of the same thickness from Dou Bing. He looked at the words written on the half of the bamboo stick. Some were still green and white. He smiled with satisfaction, found a pen holder and put it in his hand.
Shaking the pen holder as if asking for a fortune, he walked to the prisoner at the front.
What is this for? Drawing lots? Some of the captives were smart and had already reacted, but most of them were still looking at the pen holder and the bamboo stick at a loss.
Zhu Biao flicked the pen holder and said, "Did you see that? Five of the ten sticks here have words on them. Whoever draws the five sticks with words on them will die! I will personally send you on your way -
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Sixty or seventy pairs of eyes stared at the pen holder in Xiang Zhu Biao's hand. Their eyes all fell on the bamboo stick inside.
A small bamboo stick can decide a person's life or death. Whether you can survive tonight or not depends on your luck.
"Now there are ten people in a team, ten people in a team, and it's time for a cup of tea!"
If you are hit by the sad breeze, you will definitely not be able to stand. But you can still move your hands and feet.
Perhaps Zhu Biao's previous killings had completely broken the temper of some of them, or perhaps the truly fierce men were not here at all. Anyway, when Zhu Biao said this, not one of the sixty or seventy people stood up to resist.
of.
Zhu Biao stopped talking nonsense and raised his Longquan sword: "Next, anyone who dares to act rashly will be killed!"
Immediately, Song Yingzhu, Mu Xuehua, Liu Zhiyuan and others all pulled out their sheathed swords and stared motionlessly at the sixty or seventy people in the hall. There was no sympathy, no pity, only contempt and sneer - betraying the clan and treason.
Disciples, those who collude with foreign countries will be punished by everyone!
The sword shines like a drill, and the sword shines like snow.
The expressions of the prisoners changed rapidly, as if they were wondering whether they should draw the lot.
But everyone knows very well in their hearts that if Zhu Biao speaks clearly, he will definitely not play tricks. The prisoners all know that if they draw lots, life and death will be added to five; but if they refuse to draw lots, then wait
He will definitely die immediately.
Five out of ten will be killed, but at least there is half a chance of survival. If I smoke, I have no choice but to smoke. If I don’t smoke, I will die immediately, but if I smoke, I may not die... God bless me, Buddha bless me, please don’t let me smoke.
The word mark in the middle...
Some people began to pray, and the more pious ones closed their palms.
In the face of life and death, no one does not think without thinking. They pray secretly, talking about various gods and immortals, and even the spirits of their parents and ancestors in heaven to protect them.
Every prisoner would rather believe that luck is on their side. Zhu Biao's move was too vicious to undermine the will and belief of the prisoners.
Self-induced psychological suggestion and psychological disintegration are far more effective than torture and beatings.
There is a commotion in the silence, a commotion in the heart.
"The time has come, let's start drawing lots!"
Zhu Biao gave the prisoners enough time to make psychological decisions, but he couldn't be too generous. There was some looseness but tightness, so the time was sufficient, but there was no way to waste it. "Pick out those guys and fill up the last column!"
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There were sixty-six people, and four were missing from the last column. Under Zhu Biao's order, Dou Bing stepped forward and asked four Nangong family children to be thrown into the pile of prisoners. Nangong Yu cursed loudly, but only the first sentence came out, Dou
Bing turned around and picked up Nangong Yu.
"Papa -" Several big ear scrapers were slapped on her, and Nangong Yu's face was as swollen as a pig's head. She threw her dumb hole on the ground. "If you dare to have a bad mouth again, I'll feed you shit and urine!"
Then he glanced at Nangong Qinyin and Nangong Raoliang, "You two old guys don't have to work around. My young master's secret treasure, if you are an innate master, you will become a soft-headed worm!"
Zhu Biao glanced over there, then turned his eyes back to the front again, with a slight smile on his face, which made the people in the front row shiver in their hearts. "Let's start drawing lots!"
The pen holder was stretched out towards the prisoner at the front. This man was in his thirties, tall and fair-faced, dressed in black soap clothes and wielding a chain hammer.
The color on Wang Yuanbiao's face kept changing. Although he knew that this moment would come, only when the bamboo stick was actually placed in front of him, the feeling of heart palpitations would be so clear. This does not mean that he believes that luck is on his side.
It can be fooled easily.
When the threat of death is close at hand and the hope of survival is close at hand, how many people are still willing to face death?
As Zhu Biao thinks, Wang Yuanbiao and other Jianghu gangsters may not really betray their country by betraying their ancestors. They may also have certain difficulties. For example, can they get off the pirate ship? For example, are they being deceived by the Nangong family?
Without the iron brand organization showing up, it is quite confusing for the Nangong family to win over people by themselves. But no matter what, these people must be well aware of their backers by now.
Such a person with a firm character, such a person with a strong character, no matter how many difficulties he has, he will not continue to join in the same trend and continue to work for the king of Tang.
Many of these people have already escaped once, and if they escape once, they will escape a second time. Deserters have no real courage, let alone real bloodshed.
Wang Yuanbi accepted his fate.
My heart beat faster, and when my hand reached for the pen holder, it immediately started to tremble slightly.
After winning the lottery, Wang Yuanbi closed his eyes and hesitated to draw the lot.
"Hurry up!" The smile on Zhu Biao's face was about to fall, and a murderous aura was forced on Wang Yuanbi. At that moment, Wang Yuanbi thought he was in a sea of blood, and he forgot to breathe.
Surrender! Survive! These four words flashed through his mind.
But the idea that had just arisen was immediately put away by the fact that was 'clear' in his heart. He did not have the courage to face death, nor was he the first to surrender.
"Hurry up -" Mu Xuehua shouted sharply.
The Northern Han Dynasty, the small Northern Han Dynasty, actually had so many people who had forgotten their ancestors, and he felt ashamed. He would not be the least bit polite to Wang Yuanbi.
Swallowing hard, his fingers passed over the top of the bamboo stick. Wang Yuanbiao was heartbroken and pulled out a bamboo stick!
Wow!
His heart stopped beating. Wang Yuanbi didn't dare to look at what he had hit, and closed his eyes tightly. There was silence all around, but he could hear his companion's breathing suddenly getting heavier.
Zhu Biao's slight humming sound came to his ears, "You're lucky, you'll get a free draw, live, get out of here!"
White sign? Live!
Wang Yuanbiao's tension suddenly relaxed, and a surge of ecstasy of escaping from heaven flowed in his heart, and his eyes almost shed tears.
Zhu Biao's cold voice was as sweet as the sound of nature to his ears, and his body kept shaking due to excessive excitement, even more than before. However, his face quickly turned from pale to rosy, and he took a long breath and used his hands and feet.
He moved away a little. He looked at the other nine people with complicated expressions, and murmured slightly, but said nothing.
I survived. But five out of ten people will eventually die, and now only four out of nine people can survive.
Zhu Biao's eyes fell on the second person's face, "It's your turn!"
After taking a look at Wang Yuanbiao, to be honest, he didn't want to be the first one to win the lottery. This would be too remiss, and he didn't perfectly express his intention of "leaving a way for the prisoners to survive".
It’s better to be the first to win the living lottery, which can arouse the desire to live in the hearts of the remaining people. Because this is real - living!
As for the other nine people's faces being so ugly, Zhu Biao ignored it. It was nothing more than envy of the first guy and worry about himself. Except for the first guy, the remaining nine people were probably there.
I thought to myself - I hope he wins the lottery! That will increase their chances of being born.
Now, on the contrary, the chance of survival has been reduced by 10%, and the psychological fear has increased by one point.
The second person was even more stressed. Zhu Biao could clearly see that his face was blue and his arms were shaking. He was hesitating and looked at the pen holder in Zhu Biao's hand, feeling extremely painful.
He still dared not reach out his hand.
"Hurry up!"
Zhu Biao urged loudly, but he didn't mean to force him at all. It was as if he was driving people crazy, and he had to push harder little by little. His current voice was the best 'coercing' weapon, and every urging was
