According to the order in which each person takes turns, after Yuan Yuxue, Yan Jing will take his place.
But Glasses refused without hesitation.
Obviously, he was the one who was afraid of death and betrayed his friends first, but Yan Jing's expression at this moment was so miserable, as if he was a victim who was being threatened to die by the executioner who was chopping off his head with a knife.
The already pale face was now even more bloodless, as pale as the scattered paper money under the moonlight. The glasses showed a very patient expression, his dark pupils were empty, his sight was fixed on a focus in the void, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. Although the changes in his expression were very detailed, if you look closely, you can actually find that he was gritting his teeth tightly, and even a little blood foam squeezed out of his lips.
But Heipi was also furious and didn't have the patience to pay attention to these details. He looked at Glasses coldly. He didn't take action not because of any teammate relationship, but simply made a rational decision to maintain physical strength and avoid internal friction.
"Glasses." He almost declared war, with a cold murderous intent, "Today... From now on, I will not let you go."
Glasses' lips and teeth moved, but no sound came out. After a brief silence, he repeated almost neurotically: "... I can't go."
"I can't go."
"I'm going to die."
“I’m going to die there.”
He seemed to have a splitting headache, his fingers shuttled through his hair in a mess, supporting his forehead, and kept repeating similar words. The strength was unbalanced at that moment, and he instantly pinched the frame of his glasses, his hands were cut, and the sharp glass fragments almost pierced into his eyeballs, but the glasses did not react at all, not even the physiological reaction of the eyeballs to close their eyes instinctively to sharp objects.
Heipi noticed something was wrong, but facing a weak person who betrayed his teammates at the first moment, it was hard for him to empathize with him, and his tone was still cold and sarcastic:
"Death? From the first day of entering the infinite world, who hasn't been accompanied by death all the time?"
"You are afraid of death, so others are not afraid of death?" Heipi sneered, "So you let others take the blame for you, right?"
This kind of sharp questioning made Glasses seem to fall into a deeper struggle and pain. His voice came from under his hand tightly covering his lips, and it was terribly low and hoarse, as if lava had just poured through his esophagus.
"It's different. It's different between us."
"Let me go..."
"I would rather die."
He spoke intermittently, squeezing out a difficult sound from his throat.
Heipi paused slightly, and understood that Glasses was unwilling to be the one to enter the movie, and would rather the mission fail and everyone die together.
He was too lazy to even glance at Glasses, and missed his unusual reaction. His eyes were focused on the giant screen in the theater.
Yuan Yuxue did not sit there and wait for death, but in a horror movie with no clear direction, it seemed that whatever she did would be a step towards death.
For example, Yuan Yuxue was standing in front of the refrigerator door, staring at the man who was twisted and bent and stuffed into the refrigerator. He looked more like a walking corpse than a living person. And "Mom" appeared silently behind him.