As expected, Ning Xiangruo briefly told Ye Xiaochuan about the current situation. The righteous disciples around them all received orders from their elders to send disciples through the Gate of Catastrophe as soon as possible to see what the heavens were doing.
ghost.
After Ye Xiaochuan listened, he looked at these people with strange expressions.
He couldn't believe it. This was obviously a life-threatening job. Why weren't these people afraid? Could it be that life was the same as ants to them?
He said: "Since so many of you are going, I won't get involved. One more of me is not more, and one less of me is not more."
Ye Xiaochuan feels that what he said is quite right. Among this group of people, he is not the strongest, nor the smartest, nor the most handsome. Since these dozens of guys are going, why should he go there?
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Wang Zaishan said: "We have no idea what is going on behind the Gate of Catastrophe now. For the sake of safety, not all people here can enter. We have discussed that the maximum number of people is ten people."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Then you just select ten people, and I can be your support team in Wushan."
Fengyi patted his bald head and said: "You think so. Although you are full of shortcomings, you are the descendant of Senior Brother Evil God. With you here, even if there is any danger in the heaven, we can still protect everyone."
Life."
It's over, this stinky woman's intention is clearly to trick her to death.
"I'm not going! Wangcai and I have decided to return to China at dawn tomorrow. The schedules are all full. It's not easy for you to ask me to adjust the schedule now!"
Ye Xiaochuan argued loudly for his greed for life and fear of death, but Feng Yi and others ignored his personal opinions at all.
But this kind of thing must be done voluntarily. Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan would rather die than go, Miss Tianwen from the Demon Sect suddenly said: "There are forty-three people here now. Some people want to go, and some don't want to go. For the sake of fairness, I have an idea.
, let’s draw lots, who goes and who stays depends on God’s will, how about that?”
Ye Xiaochuan immediately raised his hands and feet in agreement. If the lot was drawn, the chance of his own death was only about one-quarter. If the lot was not drawn, the chance of his own death was 100%.
Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan agreed with this opinion, the others looked at each other, and after discussing in low voices for a while, they all nodded slightly.
The matter was settled satisfactorily. Li Xianyue took out a stack of paper and distributed it to everyone. Each person had one sheet with their name written on it, then twisted it into a small ball of paper and threw it into a finished wine jar.
Ye Xiaochuan began to pray to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky again. He was much more nervous than when he was drawing lots for the Cangyun Sect's internal competition and Duantianya's fighting competition more than ten years ago.
Fengyi put the wine jar filled with notes with names in front of her and sat in front of a bonfire in the cave.
He opened his mouth and said: "We are all smart people, and we know very well that if we go to heaven, we will escape death. Now we use a fair way to decide whether to live or die. Ten people, don't make any fuss about those who are drawn, and those who are not drawn.
Don't complain, everyone has no objection."
Everyone nodded.
Ye Xiaochuan shouted: "Feng Yi, hurry up and start. If you finish drawing this life and death lottery as soon as possible, I can still get some sleep."
Seeing that no one had any objections, Fengyi reached into the wine jar and took out a small ball of paper. After opening it, she read the name on it and then looked around at everyone.
Most people seemed very nervous, and Ye Xiaochuan had already begun to break out in a cold sweat.
After a while, Fengyi smiled and said: "Liu Jie, I'm taking advantage of you!"
Liujie patted his butt and stood up, laughing and saying: "It's over, it's over, the Sa family knew that with such a disaster, sooner or later they would be tortured to death by a woman."
After saying that, he walked aside with a smile.
Fengyi casually crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball and threw it into the bonfire in front of her, where it was burned clean in the blink of an eye.
Ye Xiaochuan always felt that something was wrong, so he walked behind Fengyi.
Immediately afterwards, Fengyi took out a second paper ball. Ye Xiaochuan nervously stared at the paper ball in Fengyi's hand from behind with his eyes wide open.
When she saw Feng Yi open the ball of paper and the words "Mo Xiaoti" appeared on it, she let out a sigh of relief. It was not her own name.
Unexpectedly, Fengyi glanced at him and said, "Who is Cen Qiyuan?"
Cen Qiyuan stood up, bowed to the people around him, and said: "Fellow Taoists, I will go to the heaven for a trip first and experience the addiction of ascending to immortality during the day. You don't need to be too envious."
Ye Xiaochuan was stunned. This Fengyi is really telling lies. Where is the name Cen Qiyuan on it? He is obviously Mo Xiaoti from the Hehuan sect. Even if he is old and has a high degree of myopia and cataracts, it is impossible to give him the three words Mo Xiaoti.
She looked like Cen Qiyuan, no wonder she threw the paper ball she pulled out into the flames
Burn it, this is the rhythm of destroying evidence.
Just when Ye Xiaochuan was stunned, Fengyi took out the third paper ball.
Sure enough, as Ye Xiaochuan expected, this Fengyi was a crazy female who was full of lies.
The name on the third paper ball was obviously Feng Yuyan, a super master, but when Feng Yi said it, it turned out to be Zuo Qiu's name.
Even if you are illiterate, it is impossible to recognize three characters as two characters.
This is not casting lots, this is casting fate.
Fengyi turned around and saw the dumbfounded Ye Xiaochuan standing behind her. She said, "What's wrong with you? Isn't it fair to draw lots?"
Ye Xiaochuan swallowed his saliva, shrugged, and said: "Fair, of course fair! Keep going!" Now that Fengyi didn't cheat him, of course he wouldn't say anything. Later, if Fengyi read her name randomly, she would
Stepping forward, before Fengyi could burn the paper ball, she snatched it down with lightning speed, revealing the truth to everyone and exposing this female liar.
Zi's lies.
One name after another appeared, and Feng Yi was completely making up nonsense. There were nine people in a row, and none of their names appeared on the paper ball.
Fengyi spent a long time searching for the last candidate for the suicide squad in the wine jar. She glanced at Wang Zaishan next to him. Wang Zaishan nodded lightly in understanding, as if there was an ulterior secret between the two of them.
After a while, Feng Yi withdrew her arm from the wine jar, held a paper ball, spread it out and said: "The tenth candidate, Ye Xiaochuan."
Ye Xiaochuan jumped up and shouted: "Impossible! You are talking nonsense! I can see clearly from behind!"
He was about to rush forward and snatch the paper ball from Fengyi's hand and make it public to everyone. Unexpectedly, Fengyi did not throw the paper ball into the fire in front of her this time. Instead, she spread her hands and showed everyone: "Why?
Impossible? Everyone has an equal chance of drawing lots. Let’s see if the name written on this piece of paper is Ye Xiaochuan’s name.”
