Duan Yaojiu is a gambling master.

However, it is different from what many people imagine. The so-called gambling masters are just tools used by the real big shots to have fun.

It's like a cricket fight or a cockfight.

Like gladiators in the Roman Colosseum.

He is the crickets and chickens raised by those big shots, and then he bets his life and all his wealth on the gambling table like a gladiator.

However, Duan Yaojiu is not willing to do this. He wants to change his destiny. He wants to let the big shots who trample on his dignity, but do not even realize that they are trampling on his dignity, despise him and trample on him.

Insult him, ignore him and pay the price.

He worked hard on this for many years.

He entered the industry at the age of sixteen and followed his master to all the major casinos. At that time, he swore: Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye he is thirty years old.

Relying on his own talent and the skills passed down by his master, he successfully made a name for himself on the road, so he vowed again at that time: Don't bully the middle-aged and poor!

Time is not forgiving, and he is fifty years old.

This time he felt a great panic, because he clearly felt that his energy had dropped, his original flexible skills would occasionally make mistakes, and his memory began to deteriorate. All kinds of situations made him scared: because of his situation and the three...

There is no difference at ten years old.

He is still a cricket.

And he is still an old cricket. Although he lives a seemingly luxurious life and has a twenty-year-old wife, his status has not changed at all.

He watched those big shots calling the shots.

Look at their successors in high spirits.

Seeing that they show respect on the surface, in fact, as long as they lose the bet, they will immediately turn their backs on each other, showing superficial smiles and deep-seated indifference.

He was unwilling to do so.

He wants to be "them", to be one of those "big shots". He also wants to be the one to call the shots, and he also wants to trample on the dignity of others. He also wants to slap someone in the face, and the other person has to turn the other cheek.

He said "Well done" while showing a flattering smile.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully the elderly and poor!

Finally, on his fiftieth birthday, Duan Yaojiu got an opportunity. A certain "secret society" sent him a medium book for the ceremony.

【Murder Game】

Using the media book, Duan Yaojiu contacted the so-called "God of Murder", and the "God of Murder" designed an exquisite "murder plan" for him. As long as he could complete the murder according to the plan, he would

Consider yourself a believer and grant yourself extraordinary power.

Extraordinary!

Duan Yaojiu was no stranger to this term, because among the big names he envied, some of them had disappeared from the world because they offended extraordinary beings.

So he implemented the plan without hesitation.

He killed his wife, turned her into a "female ghost" in the game, and then carefully selected twelve elites from all walks of life.

After all, the more capable the murder target is, the more it will please the murder god by killing it.

Everything is so perfect.

However, just when he was about to show off his grand ambitions and use this ceremony to reborn, bid farewell to the past, be reborn in Nirvana, and become a master from now on------

"I'm your dad!"

Duan Yaojiu felt that his dignity as a murderer had been insulted. However, in this game, he should be the one who insulted others.

This feeling is terrible.

Because it will make him feel... Nothing has changed about him. When he was sixteen, he was still the stinky cricket that everyone could step on.

"....bastard!"

In a rage, Duan Yaojiu directly activated the mute ban for all members.

The self-introduction session is cancelled.

"Next, I will introduce the rules of the game..."

Draw ghost cards.

Death Game.

Duan Yaojiu's eyes were fixed on No. 13 on the screen. There was always a chance. As long as the game continued, sooner or later he would see No. 13 draw the ghost card, and then howl miserably and in embarrassment during the execution time.

He begged for mercy, but was ruthlessly rejected by himself.

But what he didn't expect was that this scene would happen so quickly.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the shuffling of the cards ended, Duan Yaojiu saw No. 13 on the screen, with lightning speed, accurately drawing the ghost cards before everyone else.

"Hahaha!"

Duan Yaojiu jumped up from his seat on the spot.

God’s will! God’s will!

In ecstasy, Duan Yaojiu didn't even bother with the other players who were drawing cards, and directly announced the end of the first round: "Let us congratulate player No. 13! Although you look really handsome when you draw cards, your luck is really bad.

, there is a one-in-ten chance that I will be hit by you!"

"Just to reward you for your courage."

"I can give you a chance to speak. Let you share your feelings. Is there nothing in this world worth your nostalgia?"

The clown talks very nicely.

But there is a strong sense of bad taste in the words. It is obvious that I just want to listen to the other party's wailing, let him beg for mercy and then cruelly reject him.

Microphone markers restored.

Xun Xi can speak now.

But what are you talking about? Xun Xi thought about it and felt that if Duan Yaojiu hadn't organized this game, he might not have immediately discovered the purpose of the diary. Without this ceremony, he might not have become a transcendent. And now he is about to

If he dies, what can he say to him?

He thought about it.

Thinking of this, Xun Xi immediately clapped her hands, then turned on the microphone and sang softly: "Listen to me~Thank you~Because you~warm the four seasons..."

clown:"???"

The weird tune echoed in the rooms of all the players, including Duan Yaojiu's own. It was obviously very pleasant, but it made everyone shiver. In a sense, he wanted to create terror and despair.

The goal of atmosphere has actually been achieved.

But Duan Yaojiu was very dissatisfied because he was also somewhat infiltrated.

"Are you crazy because you can't bear the pressure? What a bad luck." The clown cursed in a low voice and decisively pressed the button, preparing to enter the execution time.

But this time... the murderous female ghost didn't respond to him.

"what happened?"

The clown was very strange, so he pressed the button a few more times, but the murderous ghost still didn't respond, and the first-person view of the execution that was supposed to be opened did not appear.

"Thank you~Thank you for having you~The world is more beautiful~"

"I want to thank you ~ because of you ~ love is always in my heart ~"

"Thank you~Thank you for having you~Pass happiness~"

The inexplicable and horrifying singing was still echoing in the room, and the clown suddenly sat up in panic for no reason. However, not long after, the execution scene was restored.

".....What are you doing?"

Seeing the familiar execution scene, the door with the house number No. 13 was in front of him. The clown breathed a sigh of relief, secretly cursing himself for caring and scaring himself, and then readjusted his mentality and planned to go as planned.

, appreciate the monster's brutal killing of people during the execution time.

Immediately after -----

"Dong dong dong."
Chapter completed!