Hunt down the one with the heaviest sins?
The hall was unusually quiet. Fu Qian furrowed his brow slightly.
He wasn't sure how strong the Sin Seekers were, but they were probably not easy to deal with.
And clearly, their existence could effectively prevent anyone from snowballing too easily.
From what they'd just been told, the more people the prisoners killed, the heavier the Sin Fire on them became.
As long as they could endure the pain without purifying it, they could easily grow stronger and stronger, turning the game into a one-sided slaughter that would soon become boring.
But with the Sin Seekers around, it wouldn't be so easy to build up an advantage.
Anyone who started killing indiscriminately would be caught between the other players and the Sin Seekers.
Under these circumstances, there would undoubtedly be far more twists and turns in this slaughter game.
There was something else, too. When Sir William had explained the rules, most people had remained unfazed, clearly very familiar with them.
But he'd been quite clear: only one person could survive each of these slaughter games.
There couldn't possibly be this many repeat offenders, could there?
And he'd mentioned "other spectators," too?
Fu Qian glanced around, as if he could see countless hidden cameras.
A live broadcast of a real-life battle royale?
Fu Qian considered the possibility.
He had no idea how they managed it. All he could say was that these people really knew how to have fun!
Sure enough, in a place without regulations, the people's creativity knew no bounds.
Still, it made sense.
As a roundabout way to execute criminals, it would be pointless if it couldn't be publicized far and wide.
That wasn't good news. As everyone knew, armchair fans were fans too.
The more you watched the