The more time passed, the heavier the atmosphere in the hall became.
Liu Qingqing had already begun guarding against Yang Jian.
Although everyone had been fairly united before, all struggling to survive, she was also a messenger. During her letter-delivery missions, she had seen plenty of humanity's darkness. What was about to happen now was hardly worth mentioning compared with her past experiences.
The rice in everyone's hands was steadily dwindling.
At that moment, Liu Qingqing made a decision. She slit her wrist again, and thick, dim blood dripped into the bowl, staining all the remaining rice red.
Her body was an armless, faceless wooden puppet, but her arms were still part of her original body. Though not much of her living flesh remained, drawing a little blood was no problem.
"All the remaining rice is here. If you want it, take it." Liu Qingqing chose to burn her bridges.
She did not want to become the one sacrificed, so she made this decision.
Once the white rice had been stained red with her blood, it would be useless even if distributed to the others.
"You're playing these little tricks with me at a time like this? Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?" Yang Jian stared at her coldly.
Liu Qingqing did not back down. "Li Yang is willing to follow your orders because he's your team member. I'm not. We're all just trying to survive by delivering letters. If you intend to sacrifice me first, I'd rather fight to the death. If I lose, I'll have nothing to say, but I refuse to die without knowing why."
This is bad. Li Yang's eyelid twitched when he heard Liu Qingqing's words.
The captain had never thought much of this woman to begin with. If Liu Qingqing had