PFC Chapter 87 The Battle of Spirits - Elimination Rounds
Chapter 87 The Battle of Spirits - Elimination Rounds
To show her sincerity, Mi Lan first revealed Masha's information: "I asked Aunt Masha to tell me my information, and she was very accurate. She said I have a brother, and that a very important family member passed away last year—she got it all right. My grandfather passed away last year. I think she's very accurate."
Mi Lan shared the same idea as Jiang Lin, choosing to ask about known information to determine whether Martha was a medium. When it was Jiang Lin's turn, he skipped the process and directly told Mi Lan the answer: "Amelia is the real medium."
"Are you sure?" Mi Lan's eyes widened.
Jiang Lin: "At least I believe she is real, but you don't have to believe me."
“It’s not that I don’t believe you… well, it’s just that, given the nature of Dead Soul Island, it’s unlikely that Emilia and Aunt Martha are both mediums. Are both mediums real? I have a feeling something’s not right, but it’s not that I suspect you’re lying to me. It’s just… well, I think only one medium should be real… right?” Mi Lan lowered her head, her voice growing softer and softer.
Ji Xingyi: "Mi Lan, since you've asked us to cooperate, I think you can trust Jiang Lin's judgment."
Mi Lan nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Thank you. Do you have any other suggestions? If not, may I... leave now?"
Jiang Lin: "It's alright, you can go now."
"Oh, oh." Mi Lan hurriedly got up, but in her haste, she tripped over her own foot and was about to fall flat on her face when Ji Xingyi reacted quickly and scooped her up.
Mi Lan's face bumped into Ji Xingyi's chest, and her face flushed bright red again. After standing up awkwardly, she quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, thank you!"
After saying that, the boy stumbled out of the room, ran into the hallway, and furiously ran his fingers through his hair, thinking to himself: "This is so embarrassing! The more I think about it, the more embarrassed I feel." Wait, why is there only one bed in their room?
"It's a miracle this guy is still alive," Ji Xingyi exclaimed, watching the boy's panicked figure.
Jiang Lin's lips drooped slightly: "You don't seem to have this attitude towards Chen Jiangqiao and Liu Yangyang?"
“They’re different.” At least Mi Lan is a normal person, not to mention that pervert Chen Jiangqiao. Ji Xingyi coughed lightly to cover up the guilt in his eyes.
"When did you become so trusting of others?" Jiang Lin tilted her head slightly, her smile not reaching her eyes.
Ji Xingyi's calm expression froze, and she turned her head suspiciously, pulling the young man onto her lap: "Jiang Lin, are you jealous?"
Jiang Lin's eyebrows twitched slightly, but his expression remained unchanged as he said, "You're overthinking it."
On the first night of "Spirit Wars", all players cherished the safe moments before the crisis arrived and went to sleep early to replenish their energy.
An Zhiwei and Liu Yangyang shared a standard room, each with their own bed. After standing for four hours that night, An Zhiwei was exhausted. After chatting with Gudula, she took off her shoes and got into bed. Since she was sharing a room with another man, An Zhiwei only took off her coat, not her pants.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but in her hazy state, An Zhiwei, who had been sleeping on her side, suddenly felt something touching her waist. She opened her eyes sleepily, but before she could see the dark figure behind her, she was grabbed by the hands by a strong force and pressed face down onto the bed.
The heavy breathing coming from the back of her neck made An Zhiwei's hair stand on end: "Liu Yangyang? What are you doing!"
Most women are physically unable to compete with men, and Liu Yangyang effortlessly suppressed An Zhiwei's struggles: "I'm a little itchy, let me have some pleasure!"
"Don't you like men?" An Zhiwei was so frightened that her face turned pale. For the first time, she realized that the difference in strength between men and women was so great. No matter how much she struggled, Liu Yangyang's legs were like two steel pipes pressing her down firmly, and her hands were pinned above her head by Liu Yangyang's left hand.
Apart from her mouth, which can still move, she is like a fish on a chopping board, her next move depending on how the man cooks her.
"Likes men? Heh, who told you that?" Liu Yangyang reached out and pulled down the woman's pants: "Yi Jing? I like pretty ones!"
"Let me go!" An Zhiwei cried, tears streaming down her face. "You beast! Let me go!"
Liu Yangyang found the woman's moans annoying, so he stuffed a piece of clothing into An Zhiwei's mouth. Amidst whimpers, after a few actions, the red-haired youth let out a sound of pleasure.
An Zhiwei was in a sorry state, and had cried all her tears.
After Liu Yangyang finished having his fun, he started smoking by the bed. Yi Jing was wrong. He didn't like men, he just liked playing with men. He still wanted to get married and have kids in the future!
However, when it comes to sex, Liu Yangyang prefers to suppress the sensory stimulation that same-sex partners bring him.
As Liu Yangyang smoked, Ji Xingyi's face appeared in his mind, and he muttered to himself, "That guy must be really fun to play with!" Thinking about it made him itch again, so Liu Yangyang stubbed out his cigarette, rolled onto the bed, grabbed the woman's shoulders, and went for another round.
The next day at 11:59 PM.
[System notification: The second round of the "Spirit War" elimination tournament is about to begin. 60 seconds left. Observers, please prepare yourselves.]
Forty observers were transported to a large factory building.
In front of them were 30 cars of various colors and brands, including sedans, SUVs, and minivans. At a glance, their ages varied, with one even being an antique from the last century.
Host Kane, microphone in hand, walked towards the observers: "Welcome to the 40 observers at the second round of the 'Spirit Wars' elimination tournament!"
"These vehicles are not props prepared by the production team, but were collected from all over the world. Their owners are men, women, young and old, and have different professions. The vehicles range in age from as short as 3 months to 30 years!"
"But I'm telling you here, out of these 30 cars, 3 have been involved in major accidents!"
"Car A: The male owner, his wife, and their 6-year-old son accidentally entered the reservoir while returning home late at night after visiting relatives. They were pulled ashore the next day, but all of them had drowned."
"Car B: The female driver suddenly fell ill while driving and crashed into a crowd, resulting in the deaths of 3 people."
"Car C: The male homeowner discovered his wife cheating on him with another man in the car, stabbed both men to death, and then committed suicide!"