Chapter 132 Non-Player Survivors

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Non-Player SurvivorsThe rotating pointer indicated the position of Duck Tongue Cap, who, along with the people behind him, reflexively jumped away from the pointer.

Xu Huo took two steps forward and suddenly said, "In this game of life and death, you won’t try to steal my item, will you?"

Brother Feng smiled without saying a word, while the tall, thin man in camo gear, rubbing a gun, said, "We don’t have our eyes on your item, Brother Feng doesn’t care for it."

"That’s good." Xu Huo quickly walked into the black circle at the base of the pointer, and the moment he stepped in, everything around him was once again absorbed into pure whiteness.

This time, what floated in front of him was a slightly larger twenty-four-slot wheel, half black and half white squares, with a black pointer, still a ten-minute countdown.

He didn’t rush to take out the Dual-color Cube, but stood still three meters from the wheel and raised his hand.

The wheel across the distance then vaporized and disappeared, consequently condensing in front of his fingertips, the countdown digits instantly magnified.

However, Xu Huo didn’t turn the pointer and just waited for the time to decrease.

He felt no discomfort in the first five minutes, but as soon as the countdown began with a "4," the image of the Funeral Master announcing the game’s rules suddenly emerged in his mind. The six rules repeated over and over, and then came the images of people exploding.

Each person died of an unnamed force, untraceable and impossible to guard against, once it turned to a black square, the only outcome was death, beyond anyone’s saving.

He had only ten minutes, and if he were to gamble, perhaps he could land on a white square...

His frown deepened, and his gaze on the countdown became more and more impatient. When only three minutes were left, a faint, almost transparent chain appeared in the space, one end entwined with the wheel and the other wrapped around his wrist, pulling his hand up.

Illusion? Or the power of the wheel?

Before his outstretched hand could touch the pointer, he felt a pain on the back of his hand, and in a blink, the chain disappeared.

"There’s just over a minute left, he doesn’t think he can just wait out the ten minutes and not turn it, does he?" Outside, the strong man in camo gear eyed the Girl in the painting standing next to Xu Huo, "This is a space created by a high-level item, even if you don’t want to turn it, in the end, it’s not up to you."

The Girl in the painting rolled her eyes and typed the vocabulary she just learned on her phone, "Idiot!"

The strong man in camo gear stood up with a slam on the ground, but just as Xu Huo reached out for the third time, he immediately stopped moving, yet saw the white bar disappear from the back of his hand!

"I’ve failed." Xu Huo’s eyes regained clarity, he looked back at Brother Feng and the other two, "I’ve landed on a black square."

Brother Feng’s expression turned ugly for a moment, "Why didn’t you use an item?"

"My item doesn’t work every time." Xu Huo simply stated and then moved to the side with the Girl in the painting.

At that moment on the adjacent wheel, a crowd of people were trying their best to stay away from the pointer to avoid the game of life and death, but after the pointer stopped, those in that square began to become idle or frantic, obviously, everyone was simultaneously pulled into the game of life and death.

Next came a series of intermittent, bloody explosions, the same situation also occurred on several other wheels, and one of those selected was hiding in the squares outside the pointer, but in the end, was still randomly chosen.

Xu Huo glanced at the squares on a few wheels where explosions had occurred, his eyes slightly shifting.

"Idiots." Brother Feng scoffed coldly, then turned back to scan the crowd, casually pointing at a woman holding a child, "Next."

"Ahem!" Duck Tongue Cap cleared his throat, "Let me do it this time."

He was just about to step forward when he was pushed back by the strong man in camo gear, "Is it your turn to play the hero? Get lost."

Duck Tongue Cap wanted to argue, but seeing the gun pointed at him, he swallowed his words back.

Brother Feng said, "It’s best not to waste a chance to survive, if you want to leave I can escort you part of the way."

The woman who was called out was tearfully handing her child to the person next to her, but an old man who had been following Xu Huo and the others stopped her. He took the initiative to say to Brother Feng, "As long as it’s not the ’players’ you mentioned, anyone else will do, right?"

Brother Feng nodded.

The elderly man turned to the woman and those who wanted to dissuade him and said, "I’ve lived sixty or seventy years, that’s enough for me. It’s no pity if I die now. You young people need to live well. The country has hope if you’re alive, the children have hope."

After speaking, he straightened his clothes, took out his spouse’s ring, wore it on his finger, and walked towards the spinning arrow with composure, stepping directly into the circle.

Xu Huo asked him from the outside, "Old sir, are you afraid of dying?"

"Haha!" The old man laughed loudly, "I was a soldier when I was young. Fear of death won’t help against a gun!"

Xu Huo gave a slight smile, "Good luck to you."

The arrow stopped quickly, and the ten-minute countdown began. The old man started to describe the scene he was seeing:

"Everything is white... There’s a twenty-four-section spinner... The white arrowhead... The spinner can move, but can’t be hit or touched... I’m going to spin it now..."

At this moment, Xu Huo pulled out a dagger, walked up to him, took his hand, and carved two words in his palm: Don’t spin.

Seeing this, Brother Feng squinted his eyes but said nothing.

The countdown neared its end quickly. Despite the old man signaling that he received the message, in the last ten seconds, he still spun the arrow. Afterwards, a white bar appeared on the back of his hand.

People like Duck Tongue Cap behind them burst into cheers of joy. The old man who emerged from the life-and-death situation couldn’t believe it himself, "I actually survived!"

"I just wanted to take a chance, maybe if I was lucky I could save one more person. I never expected it to really work!"

"Perhaps it’s true that good people are rewarded," Xu Huo said with a smile.

"The old man sure is lucky!" the tall, strong man in camouflage muttered, but Brother Feng didn’t think so. He looked towards Xu Huo, his gun aimed in the direction of Girl in the painting and Wang Chaoqing, "Brother, you’ve figured out some tricks, haven’t you? Don’t hold back, spit it out."

"It’s just a guess," Xu Huo said. "I believe this spinner isn’t unsolvable. It seems there’s only one option after entering the life-and-death situation, but there is actually a second one."

"That is not to spin the arrow."

"That’s impossible. Everyone who enters the life-and-death situation must spin the arrow," Brother Feng said decisively.

"Are you one hundred percent certain, or is it just that you don’t know because you haven’t seen it?" Xu Huo countered. "The props should all have usage restrictions. A prop with a one hundred percent mortality rate, with no chance of survival, doesn’t conform to the rules of props."

"Someone could get a chance of survival," Brother Feng said.

"Black and white sections each take up half, a fifty percent chance. Up to now, how many people have you encountered who got a chance of survival? Not counting the players."

Brother Feng glanced at the old man, "Just him, all the others were players, and players can cheat with props."

"It proves that for each person, the chance of ’living’ in the fifty-fifty life-and-death situation is very low," Xu Huo said. "Just now, the old man actually had the option of not spinning the arrow. It was a choice he made in a moment of extreme clarity."

"If that’s the case, let’s try the second option—not spinning the arrow."