The longer time passed, the more tense the atmosphere in the hall became.
Leuk Qingqing had already started to guard against Yang Jian.
Although everyone had been quite united before, all striving to survive, she was a messenger and had seen a lot of the dark side of human nature during her missions. What was about to happen now was nothing compared to those past experiences.
The rice in everyone's hands was constantly diminishing.
At this moment, Leuk Qingqing made a decision. She cut her wrist again, and the sticky, dark blood dripped into the bowl, staining the remaining rice completely red.
Her body was a faceless and armless puppet, but her arms were from her original body. Despite there not being much living flesh, it was still enough to produce some blood.
"All the remaining rice is here. If you want it, then take it." Leuk Qingqing decided to burn her bridges at this moment.
She didn't want to be the one sacrificed, so she made this decision.
