Wu Hui was watched from the 2nd to the 12th. It was only because of his words that everyone was willing to use them as ingredients.

But if everyone is the real Wu Hui, they will probably agree.

"So be it." Number 2 said, "Anyway, I think the probability that I am Wu Hui himself is very slim." Number 12 hesitated for a moment and said nothing.

But he was doubting the authenticity of No. 13. It was known that all thirteen people in the room were Wu Hui, but only one was Wu Hui's true form, so he should indeed be the last one to come in.

But there is another question, who is Wu Hui who came in last? Is it really No. 13? Could it be forged by the master?

Not to mention number 13, my number 12 may also be completely fabricated out of thin air. The real Wu Hui may be the tenth and ninth time.

Even, this is the first game, No. 1 is not dead, but just disguised as someone else or... there are many possibilities, No. 12 thinks about them one by one.

But in the end, he did not speak out against Wu Hui No. 13, because as No. 13 said, any choice must have risks, not to mention this is a game for the master.

It is impossible to give you a chance of winning. Betting on the number 13 is correct. Wu Hui is one way. What should I eat today?

Wu Hui thinks a lot. And at this time, there may not be much basis. Their thoughts may change because of some small details.

After all, no matter which choice you make, there is actually no real basis. All their information comes from a demon who will think of various ways to trick you.

As a result, on this day, four Wu Hui chose to eat memories. At night, everyone began to eat and experience the newly acquired memories.

This is the memory of No. 2. He and No. 1 were sitting face to face. At this time, there was only a small square table in the hall with playing cards and chips on it.

"Every chip is your memory. Whoever loses all can leave." The voice of the master sounded.

"Lost all?" Wu Hui frowned, obviously confused by the answer. They looked at the masked person opposite, not knowing who it was, but they vaguely felt like they were looking into a mirror.

But this mirror... They observed each other vigilantly, and then started to play cards. This was a very ordinary poker game. They turned over the cards one by one and raised their bets, and finally compared the cards.

Flush, straight, flush, four of a kind, three plus two, consecutive pairs and many other card types. If you just calculate the probability, it doesn't mean much. Both sides can calculate the best. If you keep playing like this, I don't know, it is just pure luck.

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But now, wearing a mask and not making any small moves, both sides can't engage in psychological warfare. The chips are exchanged back and forth, but No. 1 suddenly realizes something: "Let's bet today. It should be said that there is no point in betting on this game, and it will also make people lose money."

We have been trapped here." After thinking about it, No. 2 also stood up: "It makes sense, so let's not gamble now." The two began to explore in the hall.

——Wu Hui No. 3 was eaten as a memory. Wu Hui closed his eyes after eating him, and memories came to his mind.

The three people walked together in the dark underground. Everyone kept a distance from each other and were obviously on guard against each other, but no one was in a hurry to take action.

They walk together in the darkness, and the further they go, the more memories disappear. Maybe soon they will forget who each other is, forget who they are, and then start fighting.

The memory disappears from back to front. The three people took turns talking about the goal and reminding each other to avoid forgetting what they wanted to do.

In other words, they have forgotten most of them and only know to move forward. But no one knows whether they should go at the front or at the back.

Slowly, the crypt began to light up, and flames began to burn on the three people's bodies, and there was a slight hum. Wu Hui, who still remembered that he was No. 3: "We have to keep moving forward until we reach the end. Stopping will bring death."

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"We have to keep moving forward until we reach the end. Stopping will bring death." No. 2 repeated. They will forget every second and repeat it every second.

The pain of being burned by the flames made them a little unbearable. But Wu Hui was Wu Hui after all, and he could ignore this pain.

In the end, the memories of No. 1 and No. 2 were burned out first. Without their reminder, No. 3 Wu Hui also lost his way in the cave and finally failed.

——The gambling game between No. 2 and No. 1 did not continue. They were unwilling to play by the rules of the master, not to mention that they did not even know how to calculate victory.

Soon, they found two rooms with opposite doors in the corridor. They each entered the room. Perhaps they realized something. One wrote one stroke on the wall, and the other wrote two strokes on the wall.

This was the beginning of Wu Hui's realization that his amnesia was continuing. And No. 1 and No. 2 were the first two recorders.

From here they began to record games one after another. But their records were also constantly modified by the masters.

And the rules of each game are different. Wu Hui still failed in the second game. In the end, he lost the memory of a few days in the game and left.

But they can never leave. At this time, No. 1 and No. 2 have been eaten. They themselves are a memory.

It is a part of Wu Hui. But the accumulation of these memories, as well as the various pains and confusions in the memories, make Wu Hui, who is determined, inevitably feel dazed for a few minutes.

No. 12 and No. 13 ate today’s No. 2 and No. 3 respectively. Then, No. 4 and No. 5 also became food tonight.

The memory replicas use each other as food to carry out this equally painful and bloody feast.

No one knows if this is the last time. Wu Hui is the person who knows himself best, and he knows that these memory copies are actually his comrades.

But he had to eat them as food. Even if you eat them, you still don't know whether it is right or not.

Sacrifice is okay, but if it is a meaningless sacrifice... Huh, don't think about it. After all, no matter what you do, it may be part of the master's plan.

What can make you the most painful? With your own reason, maybe no matter what happens, you can attribute it to the master, instead of being as painful as others about your own inaction or mistakes.

Because Wu Hui can deal with mistakes rationally. And because Wu Hui rarely makes mistakes. He usually does his best.

Wu Hui No. 4 was eaten by Wu Hui No. 10. In my memory, four Wu Hui were sitting at the four corners of the platform. If one of them moved, the ground would tilt. They had to cooperate perfectly and pick up pieces one by one on the platform at the same time.

After the fight is completed, the soul can leave. If the fight is not completed, thorns will continue to grow on the four people's bodies, directly stabbing the soul. However, Wu Hui gradually realized that this soul is different from himself.
Chapter completed!