I Became a God in a Horror Game

The presidents of several major guilds shook hands with Bai Liu in turn, and then left.

The host was shocked and continued to explain: "According to the usual process, the first-place player in the preseason should draw the team first, but since the first-place team in the preseason is in the process of changing the president of Russell Cemetery, So the second-place team leader of the Wandering Circus—"

"—Bai Liu, step forward to draw a team!"

In front of the large screen of the viewing pool, a lottery table slowly stretches out. There is an opaque black screen box on the table, and there is an opening that allows people to stretch their arms in. There are three steps below the lottery table.

Bai Liu slowly stepped forward and stepped on the steps. He lowered his eyes and put his hand into the box under the breathless gaze of everyone in the audience. next to the staff.

The staff carefully cut the elastic spherical object with a knife, and then took out a piece of paper from it, and after carefully unfolding it face down, he didn't look at it, but directly lifted up and turned his body to give the whole body. The venue is for the audience to watch.

The originally noisy audience fell into a brief silence when they saw the sign on the piece of paper.

The guild members of the eight teams sitting in the inner perimeter also looked shocked, and many even put down their waving flags in a trance.

Hearts raised her eyebrows slightly, Phoebe held her face cutely, tilted her head and smiled, Cen Ming looked cold, as if he had expected to hold his chest, Daniel sat up and looked gloomily to the side, Georgia He turned his head slightly, and whispered something to Armand, who looked serious next to him.

Charles folded his hands and supported his cane, looked at the white willow standing in the middle of the viewing pool with an ordinary look from a distance, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

The gamble is getting more and more interesting.

Liao Ke's hand holding the spade's shoulder suddenly tightened, and Bai Yi stared at the label paper dumbfounded, and muttered to himself, "Damn, we won't be so unlucky..."

"Nishen is not here." Bai Jiamu suddenly turned to look at Liao Ke, his face darkened, "There is no tactician, how can we fight?!"

The host's excited trembling voice echoed throughout the viewing pool along with his waving arms: "It's really indescribable good luck, our new team has drawn the first team as soon as they shot - the killer sequence!!"

On the raised label paper, an inverse cross was drawn—this is the emblem of the killer sequence.

No matter whether the game is lost or won, if the killer sequence is drawn, it means that the killer sequence will definitely end the game. Whether it is win or lose, it means that there will be a huge number of gambling pools that will be played on the first day of the challenge. Ended with a bang.

All the audience in the audience are boiling!

"The battle is about to start! Everyone in the audience is in your place! Prepare your chips and prepare to bet!" The host shook his hands, his face distorted with excitement, "Now, let the tactician of the killer sequence come off the stage and come with the wandering circus. The tactician will carry out the routine declaration of war!"

Liao Ke took a deep breath and raised his hand to signal that he wanted to speak: "Our team's tactician is not here, I will temporarily serve as the tactician to execute the game process."

The expressions of the host and the audience were all condensed, and then turned into a huge, ferocious and fanatical expression: "Are the gods not there?!"

"Change of tactician on the spot is a top taboo! It will lower the level of the entire team to a new level!"

The host's voice was about to burst: "Everyone! Everyone! Can our new team complete the counterattack of last year's killer sequence - the challenge match to slay the dragon!"

"If this team succeeds in slaughtering the dragon, the bet on this wandering circus team can now be more than a hundredfold! Please seize the opportunity! The sooner you bet, the more money you will get back! As soon as possible! Bet! Bet!"

Sitting on the lounge chair in the passageway, Wang Shun's eyes reflected the system panel. Even if he had seen the wind and waves following the hearts, Wang Shun couldn't help but gasp when he saw the betting rate of the betting pool that was rising almost in a straight line. Air-conditioning: "...37 times."

"It's too scary..."

With so many points betting, if you lose the first game, it will leave a terrible impression in the hearts of these spectators. In the following games, these spectators will retaliate and stop betting. If you want to get a gold medal of popularity, you will be saved from death. It's hard...

Wang Shun couldn't help looking at the players on the field with worry, and finally his eyes were fixed on Bai Liu who was standing in the center: "...President."

Liao Ke turned around and prepared to walk down the back passage.

Bai Jiamu suddenly grabbed his wrist, pursed his lips tightly, and asked in a low voice with deep eyes: "Nishen...is so smart, he has always arranged everything, and he can predict and see the future, he will be fine, right? ?"

Liao Ke's back paused as he walked down: "He'll be fine."

"He said he would personally come and stop Bai Liu from winning the game."

After Liao Ke finished speaking, he took out his hand and walked down. He walked step by step to the cubicle in front of the big screen, his eyes were complicated and he stretched out his hand to Bai Liu who was standing there waiting for him: "I didn't expect that To meet you so early."

Bai Liu calmly raised his eyes, stretched out his hands and shook hands: "I didn't expect that either."

Liao Ke was quiet for a while: "Thank you very much for your willingness to lend us the game pool before."

"You're welcome." Bai Liu said in a flat tone, "Thank you very much for arranging a single match for me. I really need this single match to earn me popularity."

Liao Ke raised his head slowly: "It seems that you have already guessed our match arrangement."

If God is not there, the team competition will not be able to start temporarily, and there will be big problems. As a tactician who is temporarily on the court, Liao Ke will try his best to delay the time in the single and double competitions.

Bai Liu was quiet for a while: "Anishen will definitely play, right?"

"Your opponent is you." Liao Ke said firmly, "So yes, no matter how badly injured, that person will crawl here to play against you."

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and retracted his hand: "I see."

"I'll wait for him."

After speaking, Bai Liu was about to turn around and leave, Liao Ke suddenly said, "This time, he won't let you go, and he will win you even if he tries his best."

Bai Liu's back stopped for a while, and he hummed lightly, then walked off the stage.

Liao Ke took a deep look at the back of Bai Liu's departure, and also turned and walked out of the communication booth.

The host probed left and right: "Now that the tacticians of the two sides have completed the exchange, the arrangements for the single-player match-"

"The killer sequence is not unexpected, the single player should be the ace main attacker spades."

As soon as the host's voice fell, Spade propped up the fence with one hand, turned over and fell neatly, and walked towards the big screen, with a black bone whip tied at random around his waist, and a lot of interspersed in his trousers. A drawstring with some props tied to it, and the spades kicked the props that were forcibly pinned to the trousers, swaying from side to side, and shook one off.

Spades looked down at the prop, not moving.

Liao Ke covered his face and his voice was weak: "...I know you don't like to bring props on the field, but I beg you, don't drop it on purpose, I can see that you kicked it off on purpose, pick it up quickly... "

——The props on the spades pants were just forcibly pinned to the spades by Liao Ke.

The spade guy never used any props, whether he was playing games or games, and he was given a maximum of fifteen minutes before being dropped by spades intentionally or unintentionally.

But this time Liao Ke ordered spades to bring enough props to play.

The opponent is that Bai Liu... It's always good to have more protection.

Liao Ke stood by the fence, staring deeply at the pale white willow coming over there.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has played against so many dangerous and powerful teams, and no team can have a person like Bai Liu who understates the strong sense of oppression brought to him on the court.

Liao Ke felt that his heart was beating so fast that it jumped out of his throat.

Wang Shun felt that his heart had jumped to his throat.

He clenched the pen and paper in his hand tightly, his eyes fixed on Bai Liu who was playing, and he kept taking deep breaths to adjust his dizzy state. It seemed that it was not Bai Liu who was going to play, but himself.

On the bench next to Wang Shun sat other players who had not played for the time being, and it seemed that his condition did not need to be much better.

There was no blood on Mu Ke's face, and the fingertips of his fingers were unconsciously pinched out a few marks. Liu Jiayi pursed her lips tightly, her calf was stretched straight, Tang Er frowned, and touched herself for a few seconds. The gun on the waist, and then slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and shook his legs frantically: "Grass, I'm so nervous that I feel like vomiting."

Tang Er patted his shoulder: "Relax, adjust your state, you have to play the doubles later, and Bai Liu has a gold medal to avoid death, there will be no major event."

Hearing this, Liu Jiayi's expression must not have loosened, but instead became more tense: "Bai Liu does have a gold medal to avoid death."

"But he won't necessarily use it in this game." Mu Ke's lips are no longer bloody, "or, in order to take care of us who didn't have a gold medal in the team competition, and to increase the excitement and betting rate of the game-- "

"—Bai Liu will most likely not use the death-free gold medal in this game."

Mu Sicheng was dizzy: "What do you mean?! This is a fucking peach!? He doesn't need a gold medal? Is he crazy?!"

Mu Ke shook his head with a pale face: "It is because of peach peach that Bai Liu won't use it."

"He wants to break the single-player unbeaten myth of spades at one time, and then jump to a high level in popularity and become a highly talked about star player. As long as there is one star player in a team, the audience will ensure that this outstanding star player is a star player. You can advance, and there is a high probability that the entire group will be voted into the top 100."

Mu Ke turned his head to look at Mu Sicheng, whose pupils were constricted, and said word by word: "If he wins the game without the high-risk situation of avoiding the death gold medal, it will basically ensure that everyone in our team can Eat his popularity bonus and get the gold medal for avoiding death."

"Is this fucking eating his popularity bonus?!" Mu Sicheng's eyes were red and his fists were clenched, "This is fucking eating Bai Liu's life!"

The host's voice was so excited that it turned into a whistle: "Come here! Both contestants are coming on stage!"

"The two players please declare war on each other!"

Bai Liu stood opposite the spades and looked up at him with no emotion on his face: "Do you want to win?"

Spades nodded without hesitation: "I want to beat you."

Bai Liu smiled: "I want to win too."

He slowly grabbed it from his neckline, and a death-free gold medal that fell on the line appeared and hung on Bai Liu's neck. At the same time, the same style of death-free gold medal also appeared on the neck of Spades.

"Oh, both sides have death-free gold medals." The host's voice was a little disappointed, "It seems that both sides have to use it, which is a bit boring."

Bai Liu tore the death-free gold medal from his neck and moved it to the side calmly.

[System prompt: Did player Bai Liu choose to give up the use of the death-free gold medal in this game? 】

The host's voice rose sharply: "Oh my God! What did I see! This action is a standard action to give up the death-free gold medal! This rookie tactician decided to give up his death-free gold medal when he faced a main attacker!"

"I take back my foreword. Although the result of this game is mostly no accident, it should be spades to win, but there is still something to watch."

The host teased Bai Liu: "I hope this rookie tactician will not punish himself for his recklessness when he dies on the field."

Spades looked at Bai Liu with a blank expression. He held the death-free gold medal hanging on his neck, pulled it, raised his arm, and moved it aside.

[System prompt: Did the player choose to give up the use of the death-free gold medal in this game? 】

The host fell into a brief silence, then jumped up and shouted: "Our spade player accepted the opponent's provocation! He also decided to give up his own death-free gold medal!"

"This is a battle of life and death!!"

Liao Ke's expression changed suddenly, he patted the railing: "Spades! What are you doing!"

Spade turned a deaf ear to Liao Ke's roar behind him, and he looked at Bai Liu with a good look: "I want to win you under the same conditions."

Bai Liu smiled: "The person I liked before also likes to beat me under the same conditions."

"I've played a lot of horror games with him, but I haven't been able to beat him. He's very good at it. I've never been able to forget that he beat me so many times and always wanted to beat him once."

"But before I could beat him once, he ran away."

Spade's eyes narrowed: "I will beat you like this too."

Bai Liu raised his eyes, and the smile on his face deepened: "Since you said that, I hope you can really look like a qualified souvenir—"

"—You can beat me once."

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually let go of the hand that grabbed the death-free gold medal.

The spades were released almost at the same time as the white willows.

"Ding ding--!"

The two gold medals with the lanyard bounced to the ground, making a crisp sound, and then turned in a circle in the air to disperse into golden foam and disappeared.

[System Tip: Player Bai Liu/Spade confirms that he will not use the death-free gold medal in this game. 】

[...game screening...game loading...]

[The game is loaded successfully. 】

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu/Spade logs in to the game copy "Cthulhu Festival · Houseboat\