A black abyss suddenly appeared behind Zhang Wenyuan, like a black hole, and instantly sucked him into that space!

There were countless beads of sweat dripping from Du Jiaming's forehead. In the first round, a scapegoat finally accepted the trial on his behalf. I don't know if there will be such good luck in the future!

After Zhang Wenyuan entered the black abyss, he suddenly found himself in a dark place. He looked around in confusion and said nervously: "Where am I here? Is this hell? Am I dead?"

The dark place finally became a little brighter, but the one who appeared beside Zhang Wenyuan was a very ugly ghost man!

Zhang Wenyuan's hands were shackled by iron shackles, and his body could not move at all!

The ghost messenger directly escorted Zhang Wenyuan toward the entrance of hell not far away, and said cursingly: "It's this nameless lonely ghost again, you can't even get some oil and water!"

The janitor at the entrance of hell glanced at Zhang Wenyuan, and then showed a surprised look!

"This guy seems to be the criminal of the Death Judge!"

The ghost officer suddenly widened his eyes and said, "What? He actually was a criminal sent by the judge of Death? Then he really needs to train him!"

The ghost officer looked at Zhang Wenyuan carefully and suddenly saw a sign with the word "合" on Zhang Wenyuan's arm, which was the sign of the death judge criminal. The ghost officer and the hell janitor were all interested.

The hell janitor directly let the ghost messenger in without going through any procedures!

The ghost messenger pulled Zhang Wenyuan hard and cursed: "Hurry up! Didn't you eat?"

Zhang Wenyuan asked tremblingly, "Sir Ghost... Where are we going?"

The ghost messenger sneered: "Of course I'm sending you to hell! Do you think I'm sending you to dinner! You're the prisoner appointed by the judge of death, so of course I'll wait for you again!"

Zhang Wenyuan was so scared that his legs became weak, and he quickly begged to the ghost crew and said, "Sir, I will ask my family to burn paper money for you. I beg you to let me go! I still have a wife and children to raise!"

The ghost messenger sneered, "Almost everyone who came here told me like this, do I have to let go? Besides, you are still a prisoner of the Death Judge, so there is no need to discuss it! I can't afford to offend the Death Judge. If I don't do it well, I will be wiped out like a little ghost like me in an instant!"

Hearing that the judge of death was so terrifying, Zhang Wenyuan was so scared that he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy to the ghost officer: "I beg you... let me go!"

The ghost officer became impatient. He didn't expect to encounter such a troublesome criminal. He pulled him hard and shouted, "Be honest with me! Get in!"

The ghost messenger threw Zhang Wenyuan into hell, and only Zhang Wenyuan screamed violently!

"Ah! Ah! Help! Help!"

Zhang Wenyuan finally realized the true appearance of hell. This is the sword mountain hell that people have always mentioned?

The entire hell was full of mountains and peaks like knives, and as soon as he was thrown down, he was pierced by the sword mountain!

"Puff!"

Zhang Wenyuan's cry for help suddenly stopped, and his body was directly penetrated by the sword mountain. Looking around, countless prisoners were all in this hell with their bodies being penetrated.

The whole hell is a scene, with countless corpses on the top of Daoshan Mountain!

It looks terrifying!

However, after Zhang Wenyuan was executed, Ye Chen's eyes were placed on the remaining three people, and then continued to say to the three people: "The game continues! Now you are doing the second round of description, this time the description cannot be exactly the same as when you first described it!"

Liu Xiaotong nodded, and then he became a little nervous, not knowing how to describe it. He was lucky before, and only after Zhang Wenyuan's prompts thought of a woman!

But how should he describe it now?

Liu Xiaotong took a look at his black card, and the words on it were particularly clear: Sex~Love!

Liu Xiaotong knew that the word "love" could not be said at all. The only thing they could describe was like. No wonder Zhang Wenyuan described it like that. Could it be that he is really a ghost?

So who is the real ghost?

Could it be their boss?

Because according to Du Jiaming's description, he should be a good person, because what he described is relatively accurate, only Wu Qifan's statement is still a bit too vague.

Liu Xiaotong thought for a while, made up his mind and said lightly: "It's sunny!"

Wu Qifan frowned slightly and said, "Is the description finished?"

Liu Xiaotong wanted to blow up Wu Qifan and said deliberately: "Boss, do you think I described it?"

Wu Qifan cursed: "Who are you scolding just now?"

Liu Xiaotong took a deep breath. It seemed that Wu Qifan didn't understand what he meant at all. In fact, he had already described it, but Wu Qifan didn't understand it, which means that the possibility of he being a ghost is still very high!

Wu Qifan rolled his eyes, glanced at the two of them, and described himself and said, "What men like!"

Liu Xiaotong began to deeply suspect that Wu Qifan was a ghost because he was the same as what Zhang Wenyuan described, both ambiguous! He could not tell whether what they described and said to him was the same thing?

Liu Xiaotong turned his attention to Du Jiaming again, and Du Jiaming became the key at this time. If Du Jiaming described it very well, then Liu Xiaotong would definitely choose to vote for Wu Qifan!

If Du Jiaming’s description is even more outrageous, then Liu Xiaotong will vote for Du Jiaming!

Du Jiaming was under great pressure at this time, and the sweat beads on his forehead slowly dripped on his cheeks. According to the descriptions of the two people just now, he could not understand at all.

What does a man like have to do with the Japanese dog?

Moreover, this matter has to do with money, because his previous description did not cause any doubts from others!

This matter also has something to do with women!

Du Jiaming took a deep breath, could it be prostitution? This word is...

Du Jiaming was secretly happy. They had already given enough tips, so he didn't need to guess the words. Instead, they just talked about their words, which was easier to hide in them. It would be better to let the other two people kill each other!

Du Jiaming made up his mind and said word by word to Liu Xiaotong and Wu Qifan: "There are many postures!"

A sentence immediately made Liu Xiaotong agree. After all, this explanation is the most accurate for this word, so in Liu Xiaotong's eyes, Du Jiaming is 100% the same identity as him!
Chapter completed!