A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 113: The Origin of Strange Stories, Virtue Becomes Saint

The first batch of self-destructive rat soldiers that had absorbed all the resentful energy returned to the freezer set up in the box through pipes. Each self-destructive rat soldier was equipped with two frozen rat soldiers to help it re-enter a dormant state.

At this point, a perfect high-explosive rat bomb was officially completed, but the shelf life of this rat bomb was not long. Even if freezing could delay the death, the rat bomb could only exist for 72 hours.

However, it is enough for the current situation. Zhong Xie did not think of delaying the matter until three days later, because it would not take three days at all to drain the resentment from these gamblers.

In the fifty boxes, the winners all turned into clowns after the game. They were not good people to begin with, and after sensing the deep malice of the organizer of the game, they immediately began to resist, wanting to create chaos and take the opportunity to snatch the knuckles and escape.

Unfortunately, there are people from the circle of friends in almost every box to keep the situation under control. Even if there are no friends, the large number of Che Hao armored rats are also helping to control the situation.

However, there were so many people in the box that even with a powerful ghost story teller it was difficult to stop the fight in the first place. Therefore, when the chaos subsided, many people in both the winner and loser camps were injured and collapsed on the ground.

Fortunately, everyone was unarmed and was just a gambler without any strong fighting ability. In addition, with the help of Rat Baby, there were only injured people but no deaths.

Fights broke out in all fifty boxes, which was also in line with Zhong Xie's plan, so a new batch of suicide rat soldiers appeared in these boxes and punished the fights with barrages.

"Hey, look, big brother, that guy has been beaten like this. Take these barbarians away quickly. We still need to stay and continue playing games."

Loser No. 33, who fell to the ground, covered his bruised face and kept yelling, while quietly putting the knuckles that fell off in the chaotic fight into his pocket.

He was on the losing side in the game just now and was able to stay and continue playing. Now of course he wants to add fuel to the fire and angrily wants to use the power of the game organizer to drive away all the winners.

[Player No. 33 was sentenced to "quit the game" for allegedly gathering a crowd to disrupt the order of the game, and all his knuckles were handed over to Player No. 45. ]

Suddenly, the barrage of comments that popped up in his mind stunned No. 33 who was lying on the ground. He looked at the game host in disbelief, then looked at No. 45, the burly man who had just beaten him up in the winner's camp on the other side. His brain went into a state of shutdown again.

No, I was the one who got beaten?

Why do you unilaterally accuse me of suspected of gathering a crowd to cause trouble?

At least sentence me to a charge of mutual assault, right?

The sturdy No. 45 seemed to have also received the relevant barrage. He walked over with a grin, dragged No. 33 aside, and searched him directly. He found all the knuckles that No. 33 had just hidden, and then threw No. 33 into the elimination camp, and he stood in the original position of No. 33.

He enjoyed No. 33's resentful look and did not hide his joy.

He was a vested interest in this temporary riot, and he successfully turned the originally dead end into a new situation. How could this not make people excited?
This game planner is really good at making games!

Such things happened in the same way in different boxes. Those poor fellows who were beaten up for no reason and had to bear the responsibility of "gathering a crowd to cause trouble" naturally burst into tremendous resentment and replenished the energy of the self-destructive rat soldiers.

They became angry and resentful because of these barrages, and the energy of resentment belonged to these barrages.

And because these people experienced despair, great joy, and great sorrow in a very short period of time, the resentment they provided was extremely strong, and almost everyone of them had twice as much as the group of winners just now.

The second batch of rat bombs was thus born, filled with sufficient resentment and ready to be thawed and detonated at any time.

The game continued to advance under Zhong Xie's will. The eliminated contestants left the box and were told by the game host that they had obtained resurrection coins and needed to enter the next game venue for the resurrection match.

Before entering the box, they were escorted by Shushu through the "Che Hao" corridor, where the gamblers saw the tragic end of various "Che Haos". The deformed products of the young dean and Shushu were shocking. In the dim environment, it was unclear what happened to those people and those rats, but judging from the body parts everywhere...

The consequences of failing the game are probably no different from hell.

The atmosphere of terror and oppression lingers in the hearts of these gamblers, invisibly intensifying the tension in their hearts, which will eventually turn into despair after the game is over.

Due to the lifespan limit of the self-destructive rat soldiers, Zhong Xie needs to extract as much resentment as possible in a short period of time, and the sudden transition between life and death is undoubtedly the most likely to provide the feeling of despair.

A heaven, a hell.

What determines heaven or hell is not entirely the game, at least it has no absolute correlation with the apparent win or loss of the game.

After you put your full attention into the game, you thought you were the winner and would survive, but the barrage that suddenly appeared in your mind told you——

If your feet are larger than size 43, you are eliminated.

The simple game consumes a lot of your energy. When you get the "victory" indication, you feel relaxed, but the threat of death suddenly comes.

At this time, you don’t even have the energy to shout, only endless despair and resentment deep in your heart.

Such scenes were played out repeatedly in the game in the box, providing Zhong Xie with countless sources of rat bullet energy.

After the players in the game are classified into life and death camps, someone will immediately take the "death" side out of the box, intimidate them in various ways, and finally generously give them resurrection coins in the form of "loan".

The camps are constantly divided and there is no chance for the separated camps to meet each other again. Under such disrupted circumstances, gamblers will not be able to figure out what is happening in the game.

No matter how many times a gambler loses a game, he will not die. At most, he will just feel a little pain. But from their perspective...

Many people have died because of this ridiculous game and the even more ridiculous way of judging.

However, using random judgments to accumulate resentment may be okay once or twice, but after the third time, these gamblers will probably know what's going on and will no longer have much emotional fluctuations due to the barrage at the end of the game, as if they have accepted their fate.

However, at this time, there are new changes in the rules of the game. The winner of the game is the winner and can get a lot of knuckle rewards.

Among the winners, some of those who "played passively" will be selected, and all the knuckles and places they have already obtained will be taken away and given to the losers of the game instead.

Needless to say, this move has attracted another wave of resentment.

Just now you were determining the life or death of a camp by looking at the size of the shoes on their feet, and now you're asking them to play the game seriously, right?
Winning or losing the game is now linked to life and death, right?
The depressed gambler's emotions were forced to be aroused again in the torture of the game, and what was even more disgusting was...

I don't know when it started, but the different rounds of the game no longer change.

A game of "Eagle Catches Chicken" can be played three or four times, and the game result is not necessarily linked to the "life and death camp", but you can't "play passively", otherwise you may be caught as an example at any time...

Under the high-intensity torture, Zhong Xie harvested a large number of rat bullets in just half a day, and the gamblers eventually began to evolve into a numb state.

Physically and mentally exhausted, this word can perfectly explain their current state.

After confirming that most gamblers had cleared their minds, Zhong Xie finally felt relieved.

In their current state, it would be difficult to squeeze out much resentment from these gamblers even if they died. Let alone resentment, I'm afraid there is only one thing on their minds.

What is the pain of life, and what is the sorrow of death?

Everyone has crossed the boundary between life and death several times, and now they will definitely not feel much resentment because of the outcome of death.

On the contrary, if someone could free them from this endless game of "Eagle Catches Chicken", they would probably be grateful.

And this is the result that Zhong Xie needs.

After spending half a day training the gamblers, he immediately called the rest of the men and began to attack the Knuckle Corridor on the top floor carrying high-explosive rat bombs.

The high-explosive rat bomb made of resentment is an extremely efficient weapon, and it is absolutely safe if you master the correct usage. There is no need to engage in direct battle with the servants waiting on each floor. Therefore, the battlefield outside the box is completely different from the lifeless inside the box, and explosions full of artistic atmosphere can be seen everywhere.

5th floor.

Qi Qiliu pushed up his sunglasses that had slid down his nose, stretched out his hand and took out two high-explosive rat bombs, knocked them lightly on the wall beside him, and then threw them towards the corner of the corridor following the feeling of his ghost story ability.

His ability to tell strange stories is related to "precognition" and "sensing". As a pioneer, he can often quickly find the location of the female servants hiding in the dark.

A light tap will awaken the dormant suicide rat soldiers, and subsequent throws will remind them that the time has come and they should sacrifice their lives for Master Zhong.

"boom!"

A violent explosion came from the corner of the corridor, and parts of the rat bomb flew out, along with blood staining the wall opposite Qi Qiliu red.

Then, a female servant with half of her body blown off slowly crawled out, holding a riot fork and a baton in her hands, and kept muttering words like "eliminate intruders if found", but the huge amount of blood loss and the mutilated body were not enough for her to do this.

Qi Qiliu stepped over the female attendant and continued walking towards the stairs marked on the map with his team of friends.

According to the intelligence, the Knuckle Gallery should be on the seventh floor. At this rate of advancement, they will be able to reach the seventh floor soon.

The main defense force of the attendants is likely to be concentrated on the seventh floor, but with Zhong Xie's rat bullets and various ghost story abilities, it is not difficult to break through the defense.

At this moment, Zhong Xie followed behind Qi Qiliu, and Kuster followed beside him.

During the battle, Che Hao did not maintain the mother nest appearance, but appeared next to Kuster in the form of a normal person, ready to merge at any time and allow Kuster to attack in the form of Che Hao.

The mechanical affinity mouse sat on Kuster's shoulder, always paying attention to the situation on the laptop screen and making accurate judgments on each part of the battlefield.

Seeing the stadium's defensive strength gradually dissipate, Zhong Xie suddenly felt relieved. He still had the trump card of Sister Shui to use.

According to Qi Qiliu, Sister Shui is good at striking back. Since she herself appeared in the venue, she was targeting the root of the ghost story.

However, her ability has not reached the terrifying level of destroying everything in one second. Sister Shui needs the Root Ghost Talk to take action first and judge the specific ability of the Root Ghost Talk before there is a possibility of success.

Zhong Xie didn't care about this. They had already rebelled anyway, and they were in the same boat. They had to blow the venue to pieces.

6th floor, -minute express pass.

When Qi Qiliu's footsteps landed on the stairs leading to the seventh floor, he suddenly froze in place, turned his head to look at Zhong Xie, his eyes full of disbelief.

Zhong Xie looked in the direction he was pointing and saw an extremely long staircase that seemed to lead to the sky.

On the stairs, a large number of female servants were lying down at regular intervals, like a very special formation.

"This staircase is still extending, it is growing!" Qi Qiliu squinted his eyes and looked up into the sky. With his eyesight, he could see that the stairs leading to the seventh floor had extended to nearly a thousand meters.

In other words, if they want to reach the seventh floor, they may have to climb a thousand-meter-long ladder in one breath.

No, the actual distance is definitely greater than a thousand meters, because this is actually a problem of pursuit. They are chasing, and the stairs are extending almost infinitely. If the expansion speed is faster than them, it will be a distance that they will never catch up with in their lifetime.

"It's these female servants. When they fall asleep, their abilities are automatically triggered and the space is expanded." Zhong Xie looked at the female servants and made a quick judgment.

In the Young Dean's secret room, the female servant who was sleeping due to the "nightmare mark" had triggered this ability. He hadn't figured it out at that time, but now the situation before him was enough for him to figure it out.

Zhong Xie threw out two high-explosive rat bombs, killing the dormant female servant, and then continued to move forward.

As long as they kill all the female servants along the way, the expansion of space will stop and they can go to the seventh floor.

The group moved forward faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, only the last three or four hundred meters of the seventh floor were left.

However, at this time, Zhong Xie's ominous premonition became more and more intense, because he did not see any male attendants along the way.

The strange story ability that the female attendant inherited from the root strange story is to automatically expand the current space when dormant. So what is the strange story ability of the male attendant?
Regardless of Zhong Xie who was about to step into the seventh floor, in a dark corner in the venue, Sister Shui suddenly opened her eyes, and her bright eyes instantly pierced the darkness.

She could feel that something here had awakened.

Waking up because of this incident was something He had not expected, so He was not in His prime when He woke up.

He is seeking.

Find nutrients to restore yourself.

Sister Shui wanted to remind Zhong Xie who was on the front battlefield, but she couldn't.

Within her own area, Root Ghost is nearly omniscient and omnipotent. Once she triggers her ability to alert others, there is no point in her hiding.

One can only hope that the origin of the ghost story will reveal a big enough flaw at the right time. Thinking of this, Sister Shui's gaze dimmed again, hiding in the darkness, without any sense of existence.

A breeze blew by, and all the doors of the private rooms on the second-floor corridor opened.

Without any signs or warnings, the seventy boxes merged into one at this moment, forming a huge space.

Nearly ten thousand people appeared in this space at the same time, but no one was curious about this change.

The mysterious being reached out his hand, if he could actually reach out his hand.

He used his usual method to bestow "stagnation" upon all the gamblers present, and the entire space froze at that moment.

As usual, the irresistible stillness will trigger infinite fear of the unknown in the gambler's heart, and the panic will gradually escalate. This punishment of "shutdown" of the body will continuously create resentment for Him and provide nutrients.

However, when these gamblers finally stopped, a long and comfortable sigh as if meaning "the end" was heard.

"Eh?"

There are also doubtful sounds in the dark.

The gamblers in "Stop" are uncomplaining, and the emotions they provide even extinguish His fire in turn.

it is finally over.

This is the voice of the heart, echoing in this static space.

why?
He didn't understand and just kept asking himself.

What did I do?
If He could absorb the power provided by these gamblers now, then He might be able to become a saint.

However, what virtue and ability did he have to become the benefactor of nearly ten thousand people?

(End of this chapter)