Weird Talk Asylum Center

"call"

Li Hui frowned and stopped dodging.

The long knife in his hand pierced the fat man's neck fiercely, directly destroying his spine.

Before he could recover, Li Hui chopped off his hammer-holding hand again and kicked him far away.

Just as the hand was trying to squirm back to the body, Li Hui took out a black dog's blood and sprinkled it on the cut.

The sound of the body being burned sounded, and the fat man screamed in pain, while reaching out to try to break Li Hui's neck.

The long knife slashed again, and the fat man's other hand flew into the air.

Blood sprayed out, setting off the black-clothed figure like a ghost.

It seemed that he could no longer support the consumption of inspiration brought by the hammer, and the blood-red liquid on Sun Zi's body returned to the hammer in the distance as if alive.

At the same time, his body, which had been roughly stitched together, split apart quickly, as if it would turn into a lump of flesh in the next second.

"Don Quixote."

Mustache flipped the pages of the book in his arms lightly, and the phantom of the old knight emerged behind the fat man, and turned into pieces instead of him.

Sun Zi, who lost consciousness, lay on the ground and was quickly carried away.

What greeted him was probably the interrogation by the governing bureau and the care of a bunch of good brothers.

There was no sound from the auditorium for a long time, as if shocked by the bloody scene.

Who would have thought that such a cute little girl would be so ruthless, beheading people at every turn.

Li Hui took a breath and took off the soaked vest.

There was bright red blood on her fair skin, and two irrelevant colors mixed together, making her look like an elf dancing around death.

People can't take their eyes off.

There was no joy of winning the game on her face, she just searched for the familiar figure in the crowd.

After seeing those familiar eyes, she smiled sweetly.

All the light was eclipsed by this smile, and soon bursts of discussion came from the auditorium.

"Is she looking at that kid? The one named Wang Jin?"

"That Prince of Paradise, what a blessing."

"No, my mother is not bad, I want to compete fairly with her."

The hot-dressed woman straightened her clothes and winked at Wang Jin.

He seemed completely unaware that he was seducing a minor.

"Tsk Li Hui seems to really like you, so cherish it."

Zhao Guangming shook his head, wondering what he thought of.

"cough."

Wang Jin coughed twice, as if he wanted to say something.

But his words were interrupted in the next second.

"Everyone."

Mustache stood up from the judges' seat and said loudly.

Strange to say, although he usually has a low sense of presence, he can't be ignored after he takes the initiative to speak.

"The first round of competition has come to a successful end here."

"As for the small situation in the middle of the game, I sincerely thank you for your help."

"In order to make up for the impact of the suspension of the game, we decided to modify the next game system."

After the polite words, Mustache waved at Wang Jin.

The young man in formal attire nodded and walked over with a smile.

Wang Jin knew that what was supposed to come would still come.

"His name is Wang Jin, I believe you have all heard of this name more or less."

Mustache looked around and showed an elegant smile.

"As a rookie, he was able to lead the team to deal with the strange talk incident affected by A-level, which can only show that he is very lucky."

"I also know that some people are not convinced."

"Why does this kid gain both fame and fortune at such a young age? Why is he famous? I can do it if I do."

He shook his head, and his temperament instantly changed to that of another person, as if he was imitating the mental thoughts of other players.

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.

He recognized the state of the mustache, which was profile.

It is undoubtedly very effective to arouse the emotions of other players in this way.

Wang Jin clearly felt that the gazes from the audience turned from envy to hostility.

This is exactly what the two of them wanted.

"I know what many of you are missing is just an opportunity, an opportunity to prove yourself."

Mustache smiled and turned back into the elegant deputy director.

"And now, this opportunity has come."

"Tomorrow's game, we will send everyone into a secret ritual that will not really die."

"There are rewards and dangers that can kill people."

"The one who can stand at the end is definitely No.1 with excellent strength, luck and connections."

Mustache glanced across the auditorium, and nodded in satisfaction after seeing their excited eyes.

"In order to prevent everyone from passively avoiding the battle, employees will clean up part of the venue every once in a while and shrink the battlefield."

"The longer you survive, the more likely you are to be rewarded handsomely."

"The person who wins No. 1 can not only take away part of the rewards, but also replace Wang Jin's title of star in the ghost story world."

"The name of this game is the Battle Royale of the Annual Meeting."

Mustache pulled Wang Jin to bow together, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

After discovering that almost all the audience started to move around, the two walked down the judges' seat side by side.

"I'm here to congratulate everyone in advance on their triumphant return."

After a while, the crowd boiled instantly.

"Isn't this the rule of eating chicken?"

"Almost, I didn't expect the annual meeting to be done like this."

"This method is very good, even if you don't get any good rankings, you won't leave empty-handed."

"Did the Administration release the secret ritual as a reward? Are they crazy?"

"Hiss, that kid named Wang Jin will definitely be mobbed and attacked? Why is he smiling so happily?"

A sharp-eyed selector pointed to the young man in the distance, but his doubts were quickly drowned out.

"Deputy Director, you are really wise."

Wang Jin gave a thumbs up to Mustache.

"Where, most of the rules are perfected by you kid."

Mustache nodded with a smile, and patted Wang Jin on the shoulder.

The two of them have already discussed it.

Without restricting the use of ghost stories, Wang Jinqiang's is almost unreasonable.

But other players don't know this.

They even feel that this kind of rule is beneficial to them, and then they are convinced to lose.

In this way, Wang Jin's identity is confirmed, and the governing bureau has a good reputation.

"After the matter is completed, the secret ritual will be returned in full, and the original reward will be divided into three or seven."

Wang Jin leaned close to the ear of Mustache and whispered.

"As expected of a smart man."

The latter nodded in satisfaction, as if admiring Wang Jin.

"It's a good thing I don't have to participate. It doesn't look like a good thing, does it?"

Leonard shivered and muttered softly.

Even he can see the subtle violation behind the rules.

It is impossible for Wang Jin to suffer a disadvantage, no matter how he looks at it, he will not agree to such a condition that obviously has no advantage for him.

But he agreed.

That can only show that he has enough confidence to kill everyone and firmly win the first place.

"It's terrifying."

Leonard scratched his head, and quickly ran back to his room.

It seemed that he was afraid that he would be taken away by those two people as a tool man if he was a second late.