A minute later, a woman died suddenly and was thrown into the black area.
The remaining trial-takers who had not yet thrown darts were all stunned, and then they all looked at Wuming at the same time. Didn’t they say that the last person would most likely be black
"I didn't say that for sure." Wuming shrugged and said irresponsibly.
All these trial participants holding darts were secretly sweating coldly. They had just been fooled by Wuming again.
Fortunately, they were not the ones who died this time, but what about next time
"Wait a minute, no matter what Wuming says, we shouldn't believe him!" the burly man said, gritting his teeth.
The others nodded in agreement. Although Wuming's words made some sense, since he was their rival, they couldn't believe him no matter how reasonable he was. Who knew if Wuming had any hidden agenda.
At this moment, ropes dropped from above the space, and everyone present was stunned.
Rules: Only one of the ropes is strong, the rest will break automatically. Please choose one rope to hang yourself.
Wuming walked to a rope and put his head on it. The rope suddenly contracted and pulled him into the air, but then it broke.
He landed on the ground and smiled, "It doesn't seem that difficult."
"… "
The others were speechless, but then they realized that they had to choose a rope as soon as possible.
Although everyone has a chance of choosing a strong rope, the more survivors there are, the greater the probability of choosing a strong rope.
This time, the participants on the burly man's side made their choices one after another. After everyone had chosen their ropes, the burly man gritted his teeth and said, "It all depends on your luck!"
After saying that, he put the rope around his head.
In an instant, the rope pulled him into the air. He kept struggling, and then found that the rope he chose was the strongest one. It was over.
The ropes of the other people broke one after another, and everyone's eyes fell on the burly man. He looked like a suffocating fish, constantly twisting his body, and finally becoming completely motionless.
"What a pity! I thought he could live a little longer." Wuming said with a smile.
Everyone else was silent. No one dared to contradict Wuming this time. After all, in the previous two levels, it was their people who died because of contradicting Wuming.
If you can't kill a person with great luck or take away his luck, then you shouldn't be his enemy.
Many people secretly sighed in their hearts, but had no intention of competing with Wuming anymore.
The rope on the ceiling slowly rose, and the burly man's body was also pulled into the ceiling. Everyone waited quietly for the next level.
Many people are worried that they will be the next to die.
Although only one person died each time, as more and more trial-takers died, the surviving trial-takers felt more and more pressure.
In fact, it was this pressure that made many people lose their previous rationality. Now the death of the burly man was like a dish of cold water, which not only extinguished the restlessness in their hearts, but also made them rational and re-examine this situation.
Finally, a new test came.
Right in front of the silver space, it suddenly and rapidly expanded, and doors appeared in front of everyone, and the rules were also revealed on the side: each trial-taker could only choose one door to go to the next space, and among all the doors, only one door led to a dead end.