A group of people started discussing excitedly like a meeting——
"I picked those wild vegetables. I couldn't possibly kill myself."
"Who is the spy? We have all touched that pot."
"It's very simple. Anyone who touches the pot without drinking the soup is a spy!"
"I know, it's the two of them -"
…
Someone stood up and pointed one finger at Zhao Mo, who was standing slouching, and the other hand at Li Ziting, who was silent, "Zhao Mo was the one who cooked the soup, and Li Ziting was the one who presented the pot, but neither of them drank the soup.
"
"..."
Manna was stunned.
The atmosphere at the nameless lake suddenly became tense.
"It turns out it's really you." Zhao Mo immediately looked at Li Ziting and sneered.
Ganlu looked at Li Ziting, who held her hand with a calm look on his face, glanced at Zhao Mo with cold black eyes, and said a few words coolly from his lips, "The evildoer will complain first?!"
"..."
Ganlu was dumbfounded. If she thought about it for another hundred years, she would never have imagined that a wild survival game would end up in such a situation.
Both Li Ziting and Zhao Mo may be spies.
"You two must have a spy!" the eight people who were labeled as deceased shouted.
"Who is it? We're only halfway along the road, and he poisoned 8 of us in one go."
"Woo, I don't want to leave the game just like that."
"..."
Ganlu felt very uncomfortable and stood up immediately, "Why do you say it's the two of them?! Where are these two women? They are also suspicious."
Ganlu walked directly to the two nymphos, pointed at them and said, "They are on the same team as my fiancé. My fiancé found the pot, and they always have the chance to encounter the pot. It is possible for them to do it too!"
"Not me!"
"Your young master takes revenge!"
The two nymphos immediately screamed.
After Ganlu said this, everyone also realized that the scope of the spies had expanded... and they stopped shouting.
Everyone was at a loss.
Especially those 8 deceased people, they all died without knowing how.
*************************
Halfway through the wild survival game, the 8 "dead" people followed the off-road vehicle and left.
The lakeside suddenly became deserted.
The night was extremely cold.
The only ones who survived were Zhao Mo and Li Ziting's team, plus one person who didn't drink soup because of diarrhea.
There are only 7 people left.
Ganlu sat in front of the fire. It was only then that she suddenly felt the tension of being in a game.
The pot was still placed on the fire.
The soup in the pot is boiling and emitting an attractive aroma.
But no one dares to drink anymore.
Drinking it means being killed and kicked out.
Who is the spy?
Zhao Mo? Li Ziting? Still those two nymphomaniacs...
"Manna, who do you believe?"
Zhao Mo sat down next to Ganlu and threw a branch into the fire.
Ganlu turned to look at him. Zhao Mo's face was very handsome in the firelight, but there was no smile on his face, it was dull.
"I believe you two." Ganlu said bluntly, "The spy must be among those two nymphos."
The two nymphos had gone their separate ways and sat far apart because of mutual suspicion.
"It can't be them." Zhao Mo said, "The first person they want to kill is you."
Along the way, Ganlu and the two nymphos were at odds with each other.
"Maybe they did it on purpose and didn't want to arouse suspicion." Ganlu said in a very far-fetched way. A group of people started discussing excitedly like a meeting -
"I picked those wild vegetables. I couldn't possibly kill myself."
"Who is the spy? We have all touched that pot."
"It's very simple. Anyone who touches the pot without drinking the soup is a spy!"
"I know, it's the two of them -"
…
Someone stood up and pointed one finger at Zhao Mo, who was standing slouching, and the other hand at Li Ziting, who was silent, "Zhao Mo was the one who cooked the soup, and Li Ziting was the one who presented the pot, but neither of them drank the soup.
"
"..."
Manna was stunned.
The atmosphere at the nameless lake suddenly became tense.
"It turns out it's really you." Zhao Mo immediately looked at Li Ziting and sneered.
Ganlu looked at Li Ziting, who held her hand with a calm look on his face, glanced at Zhao Mo with cold black eyes, and said a few words coolly from his lips, "The evildoer will complain first?!"
"..."
Ganlu was dumbfounded. If she thought about it for another hundred years, she would never have imagined that a wild survival game would end up in such a situation.
Both Li Ziting and Zhao Mo may be spies.
"You two must have a spy!" the eight people who were labeled as deceased shouted.
"Who is it? We're only halfway along the road, and he poisoned 8 of us in one go."
"Woo, I don't want to leave the game just like that."
"..."
Ganlu felt very uncomfortable and stood up immediately, "Why do you say it's the two of them?! Where are these two women? They are also suspicious."
Ganlu walked directly to the two nymphos, pointed at them and said, "They are on the same team as my fiancé. My fiancé found the pot, and they always have the chance to encounter the pot. It is possible for them to do it too!"
"Not me!"
"Your young master takes revenge!"
The two nymphos immediately screamed.
After Ganlu said this, everyone also realized that the scope of the spies had expanded... and they stopped shouting.
Everyone was at a loss.
Especially those 8 deceased people, they all died without knowing how.
*************************
Halfway through the wild survival game, the 8 "dead" people followed the off-road vehicle and left.
The lakeside suddenly became deserted.
The night was extremely cold.
The only ones who survived were Zhao Mo and Li Ziting's team, plus one person who didn't drink soup because of diarrhea.
There are only 7 people left.
Ganlu sat in front of the fire. It was only then that she suddenly felt the tension of being in a game.
The pot was still placed on the fire.
The soup in the pot is boiling and emitting an attractive aroma.
But no one dares to drink anymore.
Drinking it means being killed and kicked out.
Who is the spy?
Zhao Mo? Li Ziting? Still those two nymphomaniacs...
"Manna, who do you believe?"
Zhao Mo sat down next to Ganlu and threw a branch into the fire.
Ganlu turned to look at him. Zhao Mo's face was very handsome in the firelight, but there was no smile on his face, it was dull.
"I believe you two." Ganlu said bluntly, "The spy must be among those two nymphos."
The two nymphos had gone their separate ways and sat far apart because of mutual suspicion.
"It can't be them." Zhao Mo said, "The first person they want to kill is you."
Along the way, Ganlu and the two nymphos were at odds with each other.
"Maybe they did it on purpose and didn't want to arouse suspicion." Ganlu said in a very far-fetched way.