"What if you lose, what if you win?" Zhou Fan asked again.

"If you win, you can get out of here and go to the next place to continue playing, and if you lose......" The little boy in blood paused and licked his tongue, "You will be the snowman I built." ”

Zhou Fan showed a look of fear on his face, and he shook his head: "If you win, you can only leave, and if you lose, you will become a snowman, which is not fair." ”

"......" The little boy in blood didn't expect Zhou Fan, a person in a dream, to consider whether it was fair, he was stunned again, "Then what do you think is fair?"

Zhou Fan thought for a while and said: "If you win, I don't want to move forward, I want to leave here, if you lose, you have to become a snowman here, so it's fair, otherwise we will simply play the game, and there will be no punishment for winning or losing." ”

The little boy in blood said angrily: "The rules are like this, you can choose not to play and get out of here." ”

"Let me think again. Zhou Fan began to think.

An hourglass appeared on the snow, and the little boy in blood pointed to the hourglass on the ground and sneered: "You can think about it, you can do whatever you want, but you can't exceed the time of this hourglass, otherwise the grit of the hourglass will run out, and you will be teleported out of here before the game starts." ”

Zhou Fan glanced at the hourglass, the hourglass time was very fast, and he continued: "The rules of winning and losing are very unfair, but I still have to play, but before playing, I still have something to ask clearly, you say build a snowman, whoever builds it fast wins." ”

"Who's the referee, then?"

"There is no need for referees for this kind of thing, and it is clear who will finish it first. The little boy in the bloody coat said, thinking disdainfully: "Can you win me, you dreamer?"

"Of course, what if we finish piling up in about time, and I'll hurry up then, what if you don't admit it?" Zhou Fan shook his head again and said: "What kind of snowman do you want, and what is the size?" In case I pile up a big one and you pile a small one, it will be disgraceful for you to win." ”

"Or maybe I pile up a small one, you pile a big one, what if I win and you are not convinced?"

The little boy in the bloody suit was stunned, he didn't expect that building a snowman would be so exquisite.

"Please hurry up and come up with a reasonable rule, otherwise how can we start playing the game?" Zhou Fan sighed.

At this time, the gravel of the hourglass had been exhausted, and the little boy in blood was still standing stupidly, he didn't know whether to let Zhou Fan teleport into the next place, because it seemed that Zhou Fan didn't mean to delay time.

But he didn't know how to improve the rules in order to start the game.

"I ...... You ......" he felt like his head was about to explode.

"Have you thought about it?" Zhou Fan asked again.

"Otherwise, I'll build a snowman first, and then time, and I'll finish it, and you will build it again, and then time, and whoever has the shortest time will win. The little boy in the bloody coat was glad that he had this wonderful solution.

"It's not fair either. Zhou Fan shook his head and said.

"What's unfair about that?" said the little boy in blood coldly.

"You think, the person who built the snowman first must suffer, because the steps and techniques of building the snowman have been learned by the people who build the snowman later, and the people who build the snowman will definitely improve the techniques and steps on the basis of the people who build first, and they will have an advantage over the people who build first. Zhou Fan said slowly.

"I'll pile it up first, I don't care about losing something. The little boy in blood suppressed his anger and said.

He thought to himself that he would only win anyway, and he just wanted to quickly turn this hateful man into his snowman.

"It's not a question of whether you suffer or not, it's a question of fairness. Zhou Fan said with a serious face, "If the game is not fair, then what's the point of playing the game." ”

The little boy in blood felt his head grow again, if he could, he even wanted to turn this human into a snowman immediately, but he couldn't do this, he had to abide by the rules he had set, and he felt that what Zhou Fan said was very reasonable.

But the method he came up with was vetoed by Zhou Fan again, which made him think about it more and more his head got bigger, his head was constantly growing, and he became a big-headed doll.

Zhou Fan looked at the big head of the little boy in blood in surprise.

The little boy in blood didn't pay attention to Zhou Fan, he was still meditating, the more he thought about it, the more painful his head became, and his head was still growing until it exploded with a bang.

It's like a fireworks of blood.

Zhou Fan trembled with fright and took a few steps back, he was still in a dream state, he didn't even think about who he was, in his dream he was just an ordinary person, of course he would be afraid when he saw this kind of thing, he thought: Even if he can't think of it, he doesn't need to blow himself up, right?

The little boy in blood was a headless corpse, and he fell on the snow, his blood staining the bright red snow, and the picture looked very strange.

Zhou Fan looked around, he didn't find the door, so he could only continue to stay here.

I don't know how long I waited, a crack broke in the snow, and a little boy in blood stepped out of the crack, he looked at the headless corpse on the snow, and his pupils contracted.

Zhou Fan looked at the little boy in blood in fear, he had no memory of past dreams, and he didn't understand why there was another little boy in the same blood clothes.

The little boy in blood didn't pay attention to Zhou Fan, he just looked at the headless corpse on the snow, and then blew a breath, and the blood and flesh that burst on the snow quickly converged towards the neck of the headless corpse, and soon gave birth to a new head.

After the little boy in the bloody clothes who built the snowman regained consciousness, he was honestly afraid, but he did not dare to speak, because the little boy in the bloody clothes in the studio was in front of him.

The little boy in the bloody clothes who drew the painting just pointed indifferently at the center of the eyebrows of the little boy in the bloody clothes who built the snowman, and he quickly understood everything.

The little boy in the bloody clothes looked at Zhou Fan at this time, he grinned, his smile was eerie: "You did a good job, even if you win by building a snowman." ”

After speaking, he flicked his fingers, and Zhou Fan disappeared into the snow.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes again and looked closely, what he saw were three little boys in bloody clothes holding snowballs.

The tallest little boy in the bloody coat asked, "Do you want to have a snowball fight?" If you don't, you'll be teleported to the next place to continue playing. ”

"How do you play a snowball fight?" Zhou Fan asked.

The tallest blood-clad boy glanced at the shortest blood-clad boy, and the shortest blood-clad boy trotted a few steps.

The tallest little boy in the bloody coat threw a snowball and smashed it on the left chest of the little boy in the bloody clothes.

With a bang, the left chest of the little boy in blood was smashed into a bloody hole by a snowball.

"The rules are simple, we work in pairs, and one of them has no more flesh and blood on them. The little boy in the highest blood coat laughed.

Zhou Fanqiang held back his fear and asked, "If you lose, you will die, right?"

"Yes, if you lose, you die, if you win, you can fully recover and then go to the next game. The tallest blood-clad boy said.

"But it's not fair. Zhou Fan said again.