"---Choose him! I choose him!" Tristan Liu stretched out his arms excitedly and pointed straight at Adrian Mu.
Everyone looked at him, with different expressions on their faces.
"Choose him! Everyone choose him! Choose the one with the surname Mu!" Tristan Liu's facial features were distorted by excessive emotions. "Everyone who has entered the first two paintings knows that no matter who this person teams up with, he will come out alone in the end! Where are his companions?! Have you ever thought about where his companions went? Why did he come out alone? Listen - don't be fooled by his appearance. If fewer and fewer of us die, and the last person left is with him, what do you think will happen? He will definitely leave alone, and the rest will all die in the painting! So choose him! We all choose him, let him die first! Choose him!"
No one spoke. Only Tristan Liu's roar and the dust echoed in the dilapidated house.
"What are you still hesitating about?" Tristan Liu's expression was close to madness, and his two hands were gesturing wildly, "Have you forgotten? You don't know---If we don't choose someone before nine o'clock, all of us will die! There is no time! Who can guarantee that the one who dies randomly is not you?! Choose! Choose quickly! Do you want to delay until nine o'clock?"
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