I have delusions, and you want me to participate in a ghost story?

Chapter 7: Fighting against weirdness? ( words long chapter, please save and read!)

[The strange means are extremely cruel. 】

[Hahahahahahahahaha, Xia Country's Chosen One is finally going to be killed by a strange person. Good! A good death!]

[In the end, it is always the ordinary people of our Xia country who suffer. My father and son both died because of ghost stories! ]

[Brother above, I have already bought a ticket to Lighthouse Country and completed the relevant formalities. Compared to Xia Country, Lighthouse Country is still the safest right now.]

[I don’t dare to continue watching. Minors under the age of 18 please exit the live broadcast room on your own! ]

After Zhou Xiaochuan's wrist was broken, the audience watching the live broadcast thought he was dead.

Originally, if you acted rashly in this strange world and triggered the rules, you would not necessarily die. But even if Zhou Xiaochuan was not killed by Uncle Huang this time, in this strange world, he would die from excessive blood loss with his broken hand.

What's more, Uncle Huang's hand was still pinching Zhou Xiaochuan's neck.

However, the subsequent development of the event surprised all the audience and overturned their cognition.

Uncle Huang's grip became tighter and tighter, and Zhou Xiaochuan's face gradually turned ashen, and it was obvious that he was almost out of breath.

However, apart from the change in his facial expression, Zhou Xiaochuan's whole body did not show the look of a person who was about to suffocate and die.

Even at the moment when his wrist was broken, he didn't even frown, as if he had no sense of pain at all.

Ever since the moment his hand was cut off, Zhou Xiaochuan's face showed extreme calmness.

Those black pupils stared quietly at Uncle Huang who was strangling his neck below.

Then, he let out a long breath.

"Alas! Alas! Alas!"

He sighed three times in succession.

Why would a person who is being strangled and suffocated exhale? Why would he sigh?

Of course it was because the two hands that were strangling his neck had loosened.

But how could Uncle Huang, with his weird expression, let go of his hands?
Of course it was because the hands that were strangling Zhou Xiaochuan's neck were broken!
Both arms were broken!
The cut on the arm was very neat.

Even a butcher who has been slaughtering cattle and sheep all his life cannot cut such a neat gap in an instant.

And Zhou Xiaochuan's broken hand returned to his hand at some point.

It didn't look out of place at all, and there wasn't even any sign of stitches at the wrist joints.

It looked as if the hand had never been broken.

Zhou Xiaochuan turned his wrist and sighed with satisfaction.

"Alas, originally, your behavior just now was already considered the crime of regicide. Two thousand years ago, I would have killed all your nine clans. But the strange thing is that I can't even remember a single bit of the Great Qin Law that I formulated back then."

He looked at Uncle Huang, who still lowered his head with a strange look in his eyes, and continued, "I was just thinking about how to deal with you, but since I have no impression of the laws of the Qin Dynasty, and you are useful to me at this moment, I plan to spare you this time."

Zhou Xiaochuan clapped his hands: "How about it, cheer, jump for joy? If this was two thousand years ago, you would have died countless times! Sigh... After two thousand years, I have become a lot more merciful, time..."

Before Zhou Xiaochuan could finish his words, Uncle Huang, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head, and the strange look that had been lingering in his eyes disappeared.

Although his eyes were extremely cloudy, the black mist inside had disappeared.

He stood there, opening and closing his mouth, staring at Zhou Xiaochuan, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say it no matter what.

"What are you still standing there for? Lead the way for me quickly. I'm almost starving to death. Now! Right now!" Zhou Xiaochuan shouted.

Uncle Huang looked at Zhou Xiaochuan with a complicated expression, and then continued to jump towards the end of the darkness.

It is worth noting that Uncle Huang jumped forward relying on the strength of his legs.

His leg strength seemed to have reached an amazing level, and even with only one leg, he was able to move forward steadily without even having to rest.

He was not leaning on his crutches, nor was he even looking at them.

It's as if they are two redundant things.

If Professor Bryant were here, he would probably be ecstatic with excitement.

Because Uncle Huang, who was not carrying a cane, happened to trigger a rule. If this rule was correct, then in this strange story, the Chosen One undoubtedly had an extra helper! A trustworthy person.

[Rule 7: Huang Xiaoqin's father can be trusted, unless he is on crutches.]

Uncle Huang has now thrown away his crutches and is no longer using them!

Unfortunately, Zhou Xiaochuan is not Professor Bryant. He has even forgotten those ten rules.

He quickly followed Uncle Huang's pace, muttering to himself and drooling.

"Hmm... Luoyang roast duck, braised lion's head, boiled cabbage, Longjing shrimp, Donghu vinegar fish, Dongpo pork, Wensi tofu... I'm really starving. I must have a big meal at the state banquet later!"

Zhou Xiaochuan walked with a relaxed pace and a bright smile on his face.

However, those who are watching the live broadcast may not necessarily feel relaxed.

[Hey, hey, hey! What's going on with Zhou Xiaochuan? Did I see it right? How did his severed hand get reattached? ]

[Why did Uncle Huang's hands break, but Zhou Xiaochuan was fine? ]

[Am I under an illusion? ]

[It is possible. It is very likely an illusion. In previous ghost stories, there have been many strange scenes of creating illusions to confuse the Chosen Ones. It is very likely that Zhou Xiaochuan created an illusion to confuse Uncle Huang, making him think that Zhou Xiaochuan's hand was broken, so that he would relax his vigilance and then deliver a fatal blow.]

[Um... Brother above, have you realized one thing, that is, is there a possibility, I mean a possibility, that Zhou Xiaochuan is the chosen one of our Xia country, and Uncle Huang is the incarnation of weirdness? ]

[That is most likely the talent Zhou Xiaochuan drew. Maybe our chosen one this time drew an extremely amazing talent! ]

[What kind of talent is so powerful that it can cause such damage to the weird? Professor Bryant of the Lighthouse Country drew an SS-level talent, but he can only survive in the world of ghost stories with difficulty. ]

[What do you think... Is there a possibility that Zhou Xiaochuan is the embodiment of weirdness? ]

【Why hasn’t the live broadcast ended yet? 】

...The Ghost Story Processing Bureau.

The staff hugged each other and cheers continued one after another, like a heat wave, without stopping.

They had already used up three reminder opportunities and were originally extremely nervous and depressed. However, after seeing Zhou Xiaochuan's performance, the first emotion they expressed was not doubt, but excitement.

High excitement.

Xia Country has failed to pass the ghost story for five times. If Zhou Xiaochuan really draws a supernatural talent and his IQ is higher than others, but he just pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, then Xia Country will be saved!

"Chief, Chief! Why don't you say anything? Say something!"

Someone noticed that the director of the Ghost Story Handling Bureau was still staring at the computer screen at this moment, not saying a word.

"We in Xia Country are probably lucky this time. We have encountered such a highly intelligent Chosen One, and we have also drawn a talent that can dissolve the attacks of the weird and cause huge damage to the weird. God is really not going to destroy our Xia Country!"

"Yes, I have always thought that this guy must be a top genius. He has been pretending to be crazy before. Didn't you see how easily he resolved the previous two door-opening kills?"

"Hahahaha, even Professor Bryant from the Lighthouse Country is sweating profusely when faced with strange stories."

"We can finally hold our heads high now!"

"Hey? Chief, why don't you say anything? Chief, Chief, can you say something?"

However, the director still stared at the computer screen without saying a word.

The assistant director and other staff members gathered around the director, looking anxious.

Finally, at the call of everyone, the director turned around, and two lines of tears flowed from his red eyes.

"Do you think it is possible that Zhou Xiaochuan is really the spirit of Qin Shi Huang?"

Then, he jumped up from his chair and ran around the Ghost Story Bureau, shouting, "The First Emperor is mighty! Heaven will not destroy our Xia Kingdom, Heaven will not destroy our Xia Kingdom!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

The assistant director's voice was a little hesitant: "Uh...should we call Qingshan Mental Hospital?"

……

The world of strange stories.

Zhou Xiaochuan followed Uncle Huang, whose both arms were broken, to the living room.

Unlike the cautious Professor Bryant, Zhou Xiaochuan simply pulled out a chair and sat at the head seat of the table.

Seeing this, Uncle Huang had no choice but to sit next to Huang Xiaoqin and Huang Xiaoyong.

The mahogany table was covered with a bright red tablecloth, the color of which was as bright red as human blood.

Unlike the tattered furnishings around it, this tablecloth was surprisingly new.

Zhou Xiaochuan stared at the tablecloth, which was completely different from the surrounding environment, for a long time, then slapped the table hard and stood up.

"Hmph! Didn't you ask me to come for dinner? Where are the dishes? Where is the rice? Luoyang roast duck, braised lion's head, boiled cabbage, Longjing shrimp, Donghu vinegar fish, Dongpo pork, Wensi tofu... Where are all these delicacies?"

He frowned and stared at Uncle Huang: "Zhao Gao, you make me very unhappy, very unhappy, you'd better tell the truth and don't hide anything."

Uncle Huang, whose name was Zhao Gao, looked a little unnatural. It was unclear when his hands, which had been cut off before, had grown back.

He wiped his palms and smiled flatteringly.

"Hey... Brother Yang, don't worry about the food. Let's talk about the live broadcast first. Didn't we agree before that you can come to my house to play Little Heshen Xiaoqin and his brother Xiaoyong? Each live broadcast will cost 5,000 yuan."

His face flushed a little. He stood up and slowly approached Zhou Xiaochuan, staring at the mobile phone in Zhou Xiaochuan's pants with a look of fear.

"Oh, oh, don't take out your phone to scan the QR code for payment. I only accept cash."

Zhou Xiaochuan became furious upon hearing this and actually overturned the entire table.

With a "thump", the expensive mahogany table fell sideways.

"What do you mean? Do you mean that I have to pay you if I want to eat? And five thousand taels of silver? I need five thousand taels of silver for a meal? How much of this goes into your pocket?"

Zhou Xiaochuan's face was gloomy, and then he took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

"Also, this is the cell phone you mentioned, right? What kind of evil thing is this? It glows and makes strange noises, and there are words on it that I can't understand at all.

More importantly, I was imprisoned in this small cube. Could it be that you used witchcraft to harm me?"

He pointed at the lock screen with his own photo on the phone and questioned Uncle Huang loudly.

As he had no crutches, Uncle Huang could only lean his back against the wall to keep standing.

"Brother Yang, what on earth do you mean by these words? I don't understand anything. Didn't we agree on this before? Five thousand yuan for a live broadcast. You take the photos of the two brothers Xiaoqin and Xiaoyong, and I take the money."

He pulled out a cell phone with several cracks on the screen from his trouser pocket, pointed at the chat history on it and said, "Look, every word we agreed on, you don't want to go back on your word, do you?"

Zhou Xiaochuan snatched the phone from Uncle Huang's hand and threw it to the ground along with his own phone, smashing it to pieces.

Afterwards, as if he still felt unsatisfied, he stomped hard on the phone twice with his feet.

"From now on, don't let me see this kind of witchcraft again, otherwise I will take your life next time!"

After hearing this, Uncle Huang's pupils contracted and he looked behind Zhou Xiaochuan with horror.

"What's wrong, Zhao Gao? I haven't seen you for two thousand years. You seem to have become very different from before. How loyal are you to me and the Qin Dynasty?"

"To be honest, I realized at that time that you had selfish motives. It's okay to have selfish motives. Who doesn't have selfish motives? I have selfish motives too. But you should never, ever hide anything from me. Tell me, what is your intention in setting up this Hongmen Banquet without any dishes for me?"

Faced with Zhou Xiaochuan's relentless pressure, Uncle Huang did not respond at all. His eyes were filled with fear, and he kept staring at Zhou Xiaochuan's back, while his body had already hidden behind Huang Xiaoqin's chair.

"Hmm? Zhao Gao, are you afraid of me? I am confident that I am a wise ruler. As long as you don't do anything to let me down, I will never..."

Before Zhou Xiaochuan could finish his words, a pair of cold hands rested on his shoulders.

"Cold... so cold... it hurts... it hurts... why did you throw me to the ground, why did you step on me? Brother Yang, we should be good friends..."

(End of this chapter)