"Hey, how about drawing lots?"
A voice suddenly rang out inside the cavern.
Vengeful Ghosts blocked the way. There was no other option.
They could only send fourteen people out, but how to choose those fourteen became the crucial question.
No one wanted to play the hero or talk about self-sacrifice at a time like this.
Yet even the proposal to draw lots met with considerable opposition.
"Why should we draw lots? I don't like leaving things entirely to luck. If we want to choose suitable candidates, naturally we should weed out the weak. Couldn't we rank everyone by age, physical strength, intelligence, and every other factor, then pick the weakest fourteen?"
Someone else made a suggestion.
As soon as he said that, the crowd grew even louder.
Qin Manjiang stood to one side the whole time, watching coldly.
What these people were thinking was plain to see.
Those unwilling to draw lots naturally did not want to entrust their fate to completely unpredictable luck.
As for the person proposing an alternative, he was merely devising rules from his own standpoint.
Anyone who could suggest considering factors such as "age, physical strength, and intelligence" together was bound to have considerable confidence in himself. Likewise, those willing to accept this proposal were naturally the same sort as its proposer.
And so, within just a few minutes, the thirty-odd remaining people divided into three groups.
Yi Lianhai found it entertaining to watch. He said to Qin Manjiang beside him, "Look, the young and physically strong are together. Those who are relatively older or have health problems are together. Then there are the wavering ones, hovering outside the groups, waiting for an opening."
"We don't know how much power this God still has, but It certainly has a good grasp of human nature,