After transmigrating into the book, she became the male god's white moonlight.

Chapter 224 Tsk, the first lucky one in this round!
As is well known, the Russian roulette wheel has six bullet holes, but only one bullet.

That is, there is a one in six probability for each shot.

If six shots constitute one round, then... this means that in this round, one person will definitely die.

Upon realizing this, the people present immediately became unsettled.

This isn't just crazy, this is downright insane.

Curses and murmurs rose up, and people forgot all about being afraid.

But no one dared to doubt the truth of the matter.

Because who would willingly risk their life to prove the authenticity of this game?
"Ready? The game..."

Beautiful fingers touched her lips, and a strange curve gradually appeared at the corners of her lips.

Her lips, as delicate and luscious as rose petals, parted slightly, and she uttered, word by word, "...It has begun."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark and oppressive melody, like a gentle stream, gripped the hearts of passersby.

Almost the instant the music started, the person who had been cursing and swearing quickly pulled out the eerie-looking rag doll from his hand.

He roughly tossed it to the next person like a hot potato.

The person who caught it then tossed it to a third person with a look of terror, repeating the same action over and over.

To the accompaniment of the music, the exquisite rag doll was torn apart by one person after another.

It had long since become dilapidated and filthy, like a toy that had been wantonly played with and ruined.

Those who received the dolls were afraid, while those who didn't get one were relieved.

The person on the soft chair looked down at them with disdain, as if they were a creator who controlled everything.

The well-defined fingers, clad in white gloves, rhythmically tapped the table, appreciating this feast of humanity.

In the face of life and death, even the closest relatives can turn against each other, let alone strangers who have never met before.

The huge arcade seemed to have become her own personal playground.

Those who are living in fear are like a bunch of clowns.

The mask of friendliness that once covered us has been torn off, leaving only our human nature.

At first, the rag doll could be passed from one person to another. Now, with the music getting faster, it's been tossed around.

Whoever gets hit is unlucky; they can't blame anyone else.

He looked at what was displayed above, a hint of sarcasm appearing in his handsome eyes.

With slender fingers manipulating the mouse, he casually pressed the pause button.

The first one I drew was...

The heart-stopping music abruptly stopped, and the person holding the rag doll tossed it away with lightning speed just before the melody completely ceased.

The tattered rag doll was accidentally thrown to the person standing at the glass door by someone.

In the man's arms was a doll that looked exceptionally pitiful.

Her cold, peach-blossom eyes glanced downwards, only to coincide with the scene in her mind.

On a night when a light rain was falling, in a dark corner at the alley entrance.

The handsome young man lay helplessly in the corner, his body covered in wounds.

The heat on its body is constantly fading, just like this broken and tattered rag doll.

Bo Yeyuan's cold, peach-blossom eyes deepened, revealing a frightening darkness within.

For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the scene in his dream.

Looking at the surveillance footage, a hint of surprise flashed across the fair face of the person sitting in the soft chair.

Then, the interest at the corner of his mouth gradually replaced it.

"Tsk, the first lucky one in this round!"

Here's a tiny hint about what's to come in the next chapter.

Lu You: What color are your underwear today?
Bo Yeyuan: ...

Oh ho ho, (￣y▽￣)~* (covering mouth and giggling)
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