Horror game: start to unlock full career simulator

Player 1 is downcast.

He knew that he would lose in the first show.

Picasso: "Who is the next player?"

"I come."

Player 2 stands up.

He took the microphone and began to tell the story.

"In the past, there was a poor scholar who fell in love with the daughter of a wealthy family... In the end, they turned into butterflies together, and finally got together and became a pair of free gods and gods."

soon.

After 3 minutes, player 2 finishes telling the story.

The story he tells is the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in Blue Star.

The No. 2 player has learned his lesson, and instead of telling a beautiful story, he tells a tragic love story.

"This time, I should have more votes, right?"

"Out of the 3000 votes, there are no 2000, at least 1000, right?"

The middle-aged man is looking forward to it.

However, he was wrong.

Because, the inhabitants of the horror world do not believe in love.

In the eyes of creatures in the horror world, love is to reproduce offspring, for sex.

Only the strong are worthy of love.

The weak have no right to mate.

The story told by player No. 2 is too bad, really too bad.

After listening, the creatures in the horror world booed constantly.

"What rubbish story, is that Zhu Yingtai an idiot? He actually likes Liang Shanbo, a weakling."

"Bullshit love, there is no love in the horror world."

"If I were Zhu Yingtai, I would choose Ma Wencai. He has strength and a good family background, so why not choose him?"

"That's it."

"The story told by this human being is really rubbish! Destroy the Three Views?"

"Rubbish!"

……

They stood up one by one, scolding constantly.

Some threw eggs.

Some throw stones.

Some spit.

"Mom!"

"None of this works?"

"what!"

Player 2 dodges left and right.

The creatures in the horror world are too cruel.

The story is not well told, and even throwing things.

Eventually, he was hit by an egg.

Thrillerworld eggs are huge, about the size of basketballs.

So hit it.

"Snapped!"

Player 2 was dizzy from being hit.

Crying and chirping.

o (╥﹏╥) o

His final number of votes was not good, only 1 vote.

3000 viewers voted, and only one voted.

The reason for voting was because I pressed the wrong button.

Two words: tragic.

"That's why, the horror world can't tell love stories."

"Like this, I don't know if we can engage in yellow?"

"What story should I tell?"

"It's too difficult, it's so difficult to tell, I can only tell other stories."

The other players whispered.

Next.

There are a few players left, one by one.

They have the experience of the previous two players, lightning protection.

Player No. 3 told a heroic story and won 812 votes.

Player 4 tells a mating story and gets 1200 votes.

Player No. 5 told a war story and got 723 votes.

……

Player No. 9 told a martial arts story and got 672 votes.

Among the 9 players, the one with the highest number of votes is player No. 4.

"Finally, it's your turn."

Picasso turned his head and looked at Lu Ming.

Ok?

This human, does this look familiar?

Could this smell be Lu Ming?

He moved his nose and sniffed.

Because of the fog, he couldn't see Lu Ming's face clearly, but he could see through the smell.

He could still recognize the human being in front of him as Lu Ming.

"Haha, we meet again."

Picasso said hello.

Just now, he was hosting.

Lu Ming was standing at the back, and he didn't notice it. Now it was Lu Ming's turn, and Picasso recognized it.

"We met again."

Lu Ming smiled and said hello.

The other players looked at each other, a little confused.

Ok?

Does this player know vampires?

They are top 10 masters on the novice leaderboard.

Naturally, he knew that the vampire in front of him was of high status and powerful.

However, this vampire greeted Lu Ming himself?

"At night, remember to come to my late night party."

Picasso reminds.

"remember."

Lu Ming nodded.

If it wasn't for Picasso's reminder, he almost forgot.

Before in the Abyss Demon Sea, Picasso gave him an invitation to a late-night party.

Invite him to the party.

"Here's the microphone, it's your turn to tell a story."

"come on."

Picasso smiled.

He handed the microphone to Lu Ming.

"it is good."

Lu Ming took the microphone.

He cleared his throat, looked around the audience, and started to tell the story.

"What I want to tell is An Tusheng's fairy tale."

Lu Ming smiled.

After the voice fell, the other players looked puzzled.

"Andersen's fairy tale? Didn't the first player tell it? The response was so bad, how dare this player tell it?"

"That's right, he's so brave."

"Something's wrong."

.........

They whispered and discussed.

The players who came to the show are all top 10 players in the novice rankings, and no one is a fool.

Therefore, when they heard that Lu Ming was going to tell a fairy tale, they looked a little weird.

Audiences from other horror worlds were also holding eggs one by one, eager to try.

How dare this human being tell the fairy tale of Blue Star?

This human being is looking for something to throw away.

But soon.

Something that stunned them happened.

At this moment, Lu Ming began to say: "The name of my story is Little Match Selling Girls."

Other players: "????"

What is it?

Under their doubts, Lu Ming began to speak:

"On a cold snowy night, there is a little match that sells nuclear bombs. The name of the nuclear bomb is a little girl."

"On a snowy night, Little Match was selling little girls. He was selling on the side of the road: Sir, buy a little girl. I'm so hungry, I'm about to starve to death. Buy me a little girl."

"But, on a cold night, no one buys little girls at all."

"At this time, the little match was so cold, hungry and cold, and finally it ignited the little girl."