935 Chapter 935 Play Games, Who Are You

The young man smiled, revealing the two small dimples on his cheeks, and his eyes flashed with excitement: "This is a game where ghosts are coming, have you never played it? Xiao Wang is a ghost, if you can hide well, don't you? If you are caught by a ghost, you will naturally be able to survive, but if you are caught by a ghost, how come you don’t need Xiao Wang to tell you?”

The ten people were stunned, and some couldn't believe it. 81??? Chinese website? w?w?w. 81zw. com They originally thought that they were brought out to be executed, but they didn't want to be brought to this place by the tenth prince to play the game of ghosts, which was only played by children. Now, they actually have to play with him?

"As long as we are not found, we can survive?" A death row inmate asked incredulously, unable to believe that such a way of life was in front of them.

"Yeah! As long as you don't get caught by ghosts, of course you can live." The young man stared at the ten people happily, wrote down their faces, and the next moment, he pulled out the sword hanging from his waist. With a sound, he untied the ropes on them: "Okay, the game starts, you all run away! I don't want to look at you, I count to one hundred, and I will start!" As he spoke, he moved forward childishly. Lying down, lying on the body of the flame lion, and blocking his sight with his hands.

"One, two... five..."

Listening to the voice counting, the ten people were agitated, and they ran in several directions with a sudden pull of their legs. After a while, they disappeared without a trace.

The guards who followed behind the young man watched without squinting, as if he had long been accustomed to the absurdity of the young man's actions. They all guarded each and every one of them at a regular distance, listening to the young man lying on the flame lion and counting. Of course, only Hearing him count to thirty, the voice stopped.

The teenager lying on the flame lion raised his head and squinted his eyes, staring at several directions in front of him with a strange smile: "Where is the fun in playing ghosts during the day? Wait until it's dark to stimulate."

While speaking, he stretched his waist lazily, intending to let the hiding person wait until he was frightened before going out to find it, but at this moment, he faintly smelled a fragrance.

"Who of you brought barbecue? Why is it so fragrant?" The young man looked back at the person behind him.

"If you return to the tenth prince, the subordinates did not bring it."

Hearing this, the young man patted the flame lion's head and walked forward, saying, "You all wait here! Don't run around without Xiao Wang's orders."

"Yes." The guards responded respectfully, watching him ride inside on a flame lion.

"Is it alright not to send someone to follow?" one person asked.

"Do you dare to listen to what the tenth prince said? If you have the guts, you will follow." Another person said, sitting down and waiting, but after sitting down, he really smelled the aroma of meat. I couldn't help asking: "Who is roasting meat here? Those ten death row inmates have too little time to escape, so they definitely won't do this. Could it be that there are other people in this forest?"

Thinking of this possibility, the middle-aged man couldn't help but frowned, and looked at the direction where the young man left with some worry.

When the boy followed the scent, he saw a handsome red-clothed boy sitting cross-legged under a big tree, tearing something in his hands and eating, and in front of the boy there was a group of smashed Dirt, and on the soil was a chicken with a fragrant chicken whose legs had been ripped off. The smell alone made him want to rush forward.

"Who are you?" he asked loudly, staring at the red-clothed boy with sharp eyes.