Northern Myanmar: These players are acting strangely!

Chapter 150 The grand selection of concubines: She's actually still alive!

The room was filled with people dressed as eunuchs and palace maids, all kneeling obediently on the ground with their heads bowed, as if listening to an imperial edict.

In the very center of the room, a man in a dragon robe and a woman in a magnificent imperial concubine dress sat together like conjoined twins on a large dragon throne.

The man in the dragon robe was still swaying his body rhythmically.

A pale yellow liquid flowed down the bench leg.

Suddenly, he paused, as if noticing the gaze from the doorway, and slowly raised his head.

When he saw Wang Zixu standing at the door, a strange smile appeared on his lips, and he waved at him.

That gesture... it was hard to tell whether it was an invitation for him to come in and enjoy himself, or a way to shoo him away.

Wang Zixu frowned, his gaze moving downwards, keenly noticing several syringes scattered on the ground, and a small dish of unfinished "Little Happiness" powder on the table next to the dragon throne.

[Holy Light Purification!]

This is absolutely awful! What did I just see?!

[Ugh! How disgusting! I'm feeling unwell!]

Is this guy doing role-playing after getting high on drugs? What a fucking bastard!

I feel this game could be completely disassembled, and certain storylines could be extracted and made into a graphic and grotesque movie.

[I think it's absolutely possible! We can edit together clips from Piao Di's livestream, polish them a bit, and it'll definitely be a blockbuster!]

[Haha, that's all predicated on Piao Di successfully escaping. If he fails, the movie loses its appeal, becomes a tragedy, and fewer people will watch it.]

Not necessarily. People only realize this after they're dead. The truly terrifying thing about fraud isn't how much money it steals, but how it distorts and tramples on humanity.

[Stop talking, I just want Piao Di to run away! Every second he stays in this awful place is torture for the audience!]

Wang Zixu felt a churning in his stomach and a wave of intense nausea washed over him.

The air, thick with the scent of drugs, sweat, and debauchery, along with the absurd scene unfolding before him, struck Wang Zixu's sensitive nerves like a heavy hammer, causing him both physical and psychological discomfort.

The pheasant beside him watched with great interest, rubbing his hands together and wearing a lewd smile, looking as if he couldn't wait to rush in and join the battle.

"boom!"

Wang Zixu could no longer bear it and slammed the door shut, shutting out the nauseating scene.

He leaned against the cold wall, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The absurdity and depravity of this place always exceeded his imagination and refreshed his moral bottom line.

The pheasant's interest was interrupted, and a look of displeasure appeared on its face.

But when he saw Wang Zixu's pale face and unsteady appearance, he couldn't help but laugh.

He stepped forward and patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder heavily:

"You're still too green."

"This is nothing, and you can't even handle it?"

Wang Zixu waved his hand weakly, looking utterly overwhelmed.

"Brother Chicken, please stop joking with me."

"That guy just peed himself, I really do live in Bengbu!"

He took a deep breath and said:

"Let's go downstairs, I really can't stay on this sixth floor any longer."

"That just gave me psychological trauma."

The pheasant looked him up and down and saw that he didn't seem to be faking it, so it felt pointless to stay any longer.

Anyway, I've shown this kid everything he should and shouldn't have seen.

"alright."

As he led Wang Zixu toward the elevator, he asked, "After looking at so many attractions, have you decided which one to try?"

Wang Zixu leaned against the cold wall of the elevator car, a troubled look on his face.

If he could, he wouldn't want to choose any of them.

But judging from Pheasant's attitude, if he doesn't choose one today, it will probably be difficult to end this.

[What's that guy thinking about? His expression is just like mine when I'm constipated this morning.]

"Of course! They're obviously deciding which project to choose! This is another life-or-death question; every single one is a pit of fire, and the worst part is they have no choice but to jump in."

How about we go for the best friend set meal? Even though it's just two girls, it's still better than that intoxicating feast and what was that thing we just had?

[Forget it, if you choose that Piao Di's livestream, you'll probably get bombarded with criticism. She's her good friend, why do you have to get involved? That's like being a NTR (Netorare, a derogatory term for a sexually transmitted person)! Even though it's fake, it's still disgusting to watch.]

[Get lost, you sanctimonious person upstairs! Why are you talking about morality and ethics when we're just playing a game? It's his freedom to choose what he wants!]

[Exactly! I support the idea of ​​the prostitute choosing a mother and daughter! Since it's all fake anyway, might as well make it more exciting!]

[You bunch of perverts! Can't you hope for something better? This guy's barely scraping by; he has no time for all this! I think he should just pick the cheapest option and get by, maintaining a reputation for saving money.]

[Wouldn't it raise suspicion if we chose the cheaper option since Brother Long is paying?]

The elevator quickly arrived at the first floor, and the doors slowly opened.

Seeing that Wang Zixu remained silent, Shanji patted him on the back and laughed:
"What, are you seeing things?"

"When I first came here, I was just like you, not knowing which one to choose, which is normal."

He spoke with the air of someone who had been there:
"Practice makes perfect, and everything takes time to get used to."

Seeing that Wang Zixu was still half-dead, he simply made the decision for him:
"Then you shouldn't worry about it anymore."

"Let's choose the people first, and we'll talk about the service later."

After saying that, the pheasant waved to a passing waiter not far away and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"come over!"

"Get the men, get the women! Hurry up and do it!"

The waiter was startled by the pheasant's loud voice and, not daring to be negligent, quickly ran off to make arrangements.

Before long, Wang Zixu watched as rows of girls dressed in very little clothing were led to him and stood in several rows.

Holy crap! This is like a massive beauty pageant!

Here's the remote, bro. Pick one for the guys! I want the third one from the right in the fourth row, that one looks cool!

Get lost! What kind of taste do you have? If you ask me, it's the tallest one in the first row. Aren't long legs more appealing?

[You're all so superficial! You can't judge a book by its cover! I recommend the one in the last row. She's not particularly pretty, but look at her eyes—they're like a little wildcat!]

Stop arguing, let Piao-di choose for himself! But seriously, Piao-di, you better keep your eyes wide open, don't pick a motorcycle.

Hahaha, how's the motorcycle?

Wang Zixu narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze quickly sweeping across the girls' faces.

Most of them had their heads down, like a group of soulless puppets.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on one of them.

He recognized that face.

After a moment's thought, I remembered.

The third girl from the left in the second row, isn't she the same girl from the young couple who were tricked into entering the park in the same batch as him?

She's still alive...

(End of this chapter)