"You..." The shaman panicked at once. "What do you mean by that? Who says I'm definitely going to die? I... I might be able to clear this with this plate, couldn't I?"
"We're still two offerings short. We'll need at least two plates, won't we?"
Ye Qianfan casually pointed it out.
At that...
Everyone's expressions turned somewhat peculiar.
Quite a few people looked at the shaman with a hint of ill intent in their eyes. After all, everyone wanted to leave this damned place as soon as possible.
"Don't listen to him! He's trying to divide us!" Sure enough, the shaman grew anxious and hurriedly began attacking Ye Qianfan. "There are three of them over there. If we show even the slightest disunity, they have three votes and can kill whoever they want! Do you want to die?"
"I abstain."
However...
Before the shaman could finish, Ye Qianfan decisively interrupted him. "No one has the right to take another person's life, so I won't cast a vote that goes against our humanity!"
Smack! Shen Lang seemed to understand what Ye Qianfan intended. He slapped the bone flute against his palm and declared, "I abstain too!"
"Huh? But..."
Fugui didn't quite understand why the two of them had suddenly given up their two votes for choosing the offerings.
But they had sworn just last night that they would advance and retreat together.
So Fugui gritted his teeth and said, "Both my brothers have abstained, so... so I abstain too!"
"Well..."
The Roving Exorcist Disciple looked at Ye Qianfan and the others with a strange expression, then said, "Since Brother Ye and his companions have all abstained, let's vote among ourselves."
"How do we vote? Draw lots for life and death, or just write down names?" the farmer asked.
"We'll give everyone