Chapter 591: despair

Dang Dang Dang Dang.
The metal cabinet made a loud noise because of Huang Wei's struggle.
However, how can every human being get rid of this all-steel cabinet.
The more Huang Wei struggled, the more panicked people became.
"Let me go! Help! Help! Kill! Help!" he shouted as he struggled.
"If you don't choose, I will make a choice for you." The western sword in Ye Chen's hand was aimed at the cabinet.
"No, I choose!" Huang Wei exclaimed in horror.
Putting destiny in the hands of others is terrible. Even if you want to die, you have to die on your own way.
"One hundred, I choose one hundred!" Huang Wei gritted his teeth.
The body inside the cabinet was shaking and shaking.
Ye Chen pointed the Western sword in his hand in one direction.
Then slowly pierce and enter!
But it turns out that there are some tiny holes in this silver cabinet that the Western sword can penetrate.
However, the silver cabinet was too reflective under the spotlight, so that many people did not find it.
Huang Wei closed his eyes, the muscles on his face twitched in fear.
Waiting for the pain to come.
But a few seconds later, he did not feel any pain.
Opening his eyes, he found that the Western Sword in the hands of the death judge had completely stabbed and entered the cabinet where he was staying.
"It's okay...I'm okay!" Huang Wei let out a sigh of relief, his face showing joy.
Ten times, now there are nine times left! As long as he can guess nine times correctly, he has a chance to pass the level without any harm.
"Nima, it's okay, so shit!"
"Fuck, can this make him blind?"
"Calm, calm, one third possible, wait for the next two thirds to stab him!"
Ye Chen smiled slightly and let go of the hand holding the hilt: "Go on, choose the second serial number."
In his hand, a brand new western sword appeared.
"I choose fifty!" Huang Wei apparently thought about it already, and said quickly when Ye Chen's words fell.
The Western Sword pierced in from the other direction.
Until there is only one sword hilt, it's fine!
The color of surprise on Huang Wei's face was even stronger.
But the audience in the live broadcast room was upset.
It has been said that the boss of the judge is too honest, even if Huang Wei guessed the number, he can secretly change the position of the stab and insert the sword, no one knows anyway.
"Very well, there are eight times now. Choose the next serial number." Ye Chen's mouth under the mask slightly raised.
What is needed is this effect.
During the first and second time, Huang Wei was absolutely terrified, so there was no need to stimulate him with pain at this time.
But after two successes, he will disperse a lot of fear because of the success.
At this time, as long as he tasted the taste of failure, the fear would rebound, and it would only be greater than before.
"I choose 33!" Huang Wei said.
There was a lot less worry on his face, and it seemed that this level was not as terrible as expected.
The western sword in Ye Chen's hand pierced through a hole under the cabinet.
Just entered less than ten centimeters.
Huang Wei's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop, stop, I won't choose 33! I want to change the serial number!"
"It's too late! Once you choose, you can't change it!" Ye Chenyou said.
The western sword in his hand slammed hard.
"Ah!" Huang Wei raised his head with a scream, his mouth wide open, and then he snapped bitterly, and his expression became awful.
A lot of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his face became very pale again, and he kept pumping air.
"Bone...Bone..." His voice trembled and shook, and he gritted his teeth with two words.
"I know, I went through the bone, right? Choose the next serial number." Ye Chen loosened the Western sword in his hand and slowly backed away a few steps.
A hand appeared again.
In the live room.
"His! Going straight through the bones? How painful it is!"
"Hahaha, I finally got the trick!"
"Either you don't hit, one is so ruthless!"
When he heard that he was about to choose the next serial number, Huang Wei's face was startled.
He tasted the pain and no longer had a relaxed attitude.
"Don't, don't continue anymore." Huang Wei cried, then suddenly thought of something, a flush flushed on his face eagerly: "I give you money, give you a lot of money, how about you let me go?"
Ye Chen did not respond.
Huang Weiqiang endured the pain, his face slightly changed, and hurriedly said: "If you are a mountain spirit ghost, I will give you a tribute every day, and I will give you a longevity card, so that you can burn incense every day! Please let me go! !"
Under the mask, Ye Chen's mouth twitched slightly.
Then suddenly inserted the Western sword in his hand into a hole next to it: "Since you don't choose, I will help you choose!"
"Aw!" Huang Wei screamed and struggled desperately.
But what he kept screaming for was another sword pierced into the body.
"Don't plug it! I choose, I choose!" Huang Wei looked at the Western sword in Ye Chen's hands with horror: "I choose 15."
"what!"
There was another scream.
Huang Wei's face has become snow-white, and a lot of blood loss makes his eyes double.
A western sword was inserted into the cabinet, leaving only the handle outside.
It looks like an iron hedgehog.
After the ninth sword was inserted and inserted, Huang Wei had less air intake and less air output.
"Tenth...you choose 22, right?"
The last Western sword appeared in Ye Chen's hand, and the tip of the sword moved on the metal cabinet, aiming at a hole.
Then suddenly, stabbed!
"Uh!" Huang Wei, half-dead, screamed like he was back, and raised his head instinctively.
A pair of eyes without much consciousness stared blankly at the dazzling spotlight above his head.
Then he drooped heavily, bowed his head, and there was no movement.
"Ding, the trial is completed, Yang Lin, fear value 267, despair value 413."
"Huang Wei, fear value 369, despair value 567."
"In the comprehensive evaluation..."
"Ding, death judge Ye Chen, received a C-level evaluation, reward points 2789, cash 460,000, C-level raffle ticket 1!"
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