Chapter 162

"Tell me about the past between you and your brother Wen Zhaohua."

Wen Xishu said while beginning to conceive the second story.

Tang Rui's strength should be the strongest among the group of people he currently knows, and also the one with the strongest story.

But Wen Zhaohua is actually hard to define in terms of strength.

Wen Zhaohua's strength on the ladder list is lower than Xun Hui, but he is the strongest in the Mysterious Tower.

Wen Xishu is also not sure how strong Wen Zhaohua is.

But Wen Zhaohua left behind the Upside-Down Dice, which in Wen Xishu's view is a god-level item, even better than the Scorpio knife.

He couldn't be at the god level, right?

So Wen Xishu was actually still weighing how to judge Wen Zhaohua's strength.

Just at this time, the 'fool' also began to cooperate.

As long as he could find his brother, he was willing to cooperate with Wen Xishu.

Actually Wen Xishu was also very concerned about one thing—

If there is indeed another soul in his body, then what is the 'fool's' view of himself?

Does he harbor hatred?

After all, he occupied his body, but in a sense, he also saved his life, right?

"I bullied brother." The other voice in his body said.

"Continue." Wen Xishu ignored the lecturer man's story.

This person, like himself, had eaten through the rules and would definitely be able to kill to the third round.

"I always said I was uncomfortable, but I wanted to go out and play... brother would carry me out to play."

"Actually... it wasn't that everyone bullied me, some people just scolded me, but I hated them in my heart... I would say they hit me."

Good boy, not high in IQ, but knows how to add fuel to the fire?

"Brother would be very angry, and then beat them up too. Beat them really hard."

Wen Xishu seemed to hear the joy in the foolish Wen Xishu's heart.

As he grew older...

The foolish Wen Xishu actually realized that his approach at the time was wrong, although others bullied him first, he shouldn't have added fuel to the fire.

However, recalling brother's unreserved trust, whatever he said, brother believed...

This feeling still made the fool feel very happy.

Wen Xishu thought, maybe your brother knew you were lying?

In the depths of the two's consciousness, actually any thought would turn into words, and Wen Xishu wasn't used to this kind of communication for a while.

So the next second, the fool was suddenly a bit sad. Because he saw this sentence in Wen Xishu's heart.

Yes, brother is so smart, maybe he knew I was lying?

But knowing it didn't matter, people who bullied his own brother should be beaten.

Some things are realized later, and at this instant, Wen Xishu felt a surge of guilt and longing...

Wen Xishu couldn't resolve these emotions yet.

"I... I miss him so much, Wen Xishu, I want to see my brother..."

That voice was calling his name for the first time, right?

Does this count as recognizing himself?

Facing a certain pitiful foolish child, Wen Xishu also wanted to help this foolish child very much.

But the foolish child's memories really couldn't be counted as committing evil.

It must be bullying Wen Zhaohua, letting Wen Zhaohua be the object of evil...

Only then could Wen Zhaohua be summoned.

Wen Xishu thought for a moment:

"Nothing more evil?"

At this time, the lecturer man had finished his story, expectation value, 145.

Not high, not low.

Among the next six people, as long as one person is lower than 145—the lecturer man will win steadily.

"145 is indeed not low, but compared to me, it's still a bit worse. I have completely grasped my group of audience." The snake-tongued woman laughed.

This world is vulgar, the more high-class, the more vulgar. Vulgar things, the reason they are not mainstream, is just because people are unwilling to put them on the table.

But if they are put on the table, as a form of entertainment recognized and allowed by the public, then they will definitely crush other forms of entertainment.

The snake-tongued woman was very confident.

So she started her second story.

This time the story's gimmick was actually weaker than the last one.

But the snake-tongued woman told it, this time she tied twin tails, put on white over-the-knee socks...

The barrages were all howling.

But the expectation value...

Not very high.

99 points.

The snake-tongued woman was shocked, why so low? Why was it a full 100 points lower than the last round?

She didn't understand, but fortunately the story wasn't finished, she began to desperately recall the details.

All kinds of unbearable details, sounds, actions, she began to supplement. At this time, if she could move, she would have wished to tear her clothes directly to get expectation value...

But she suddenly remembered.

She suddenly remembered that it seemed many guests were like this.

They would be enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that they made her think she could capture them forever.

But as that thing ended, their enthusiasm... would cool down rapidly.

Once recalling this detail... the charm on the snake-tongued woman's face began to stiffen.

"No way... no way... not lasting this long? I want more! More expectation value!"

This inner desire even made her face have a bit of ferocity, and the tone of telling the story changed.

The lecturer man couldn't help but mock in his heart:

"Carnal desire is like this, short-lived."

"Testosterone levels soar rapidly, the flame of desire is ignited, at that moment, people indeed feel very happy, but that is only because, at that moment, the brain shuts down the prefrontal cortex responsible for rationality and self-control."

"But as everything ends, the body will immediately release prolactin, which inhibits the secretion of testosterone, and the brain will also restore rationality."

"Your story is not wonderful at all, it's just that broken thing, you achieved high light in the first round with carnal desire, then you will definitely be defeated because of carnal desire."

"I am different, I play with people's hearts, as long as the barrage always longs to know how I succeeded in pua, then I will always have a sense of expectation."

"Therefore, mental joy is always higher than carnal joy!"

The lecturer man was actually very unhappy before, watching this woman pose, he was thinking, why?

Why is this woman qualified to tell stories with me.

The lecturer man was right, indeed, because of the arrival of the 'sage time', now the snake-tongued woman's story expectation couldn't be pulled up.

The barrage presented in the lecturer man's eyes was like this.

【The expectation value of the woman next door is not working. Men~】

【Don't map-cannon, heh, it didn't work after just once, what a pity, I'm not interested in women, otherwise I could be firm for seven rounds.】

【The one upstairs is right, speaking of persistence, it still has to be us.】

Although some barrages were still stubborn, the lecturer man could already conclude that the snake-tongued woman would definitely be eliminated in this round or the next.

Currently, in the lecturer man's eyes, there was only one opponent, and that was Wen Xishu.

He discovered that Wen Xishu, like himself, had completely figured out the game rules.

And the other party was also someone who played with people's hearts, letting two billionaires give up their family property...

He didn't dare to guarantee he could do this.

"In the accident segment, were those two billionaires pua'd by him again?"

"A very strong opponent. This is the person worthy of me using my full strength!"

Not only using full strength, the lecturer man even felt that the other party's level was higher than his own.

And when he was telling the story just now, the other party's distracted expression... was it because he had judged that his level wasn't enough?

Hmph, looked down upon, huh, but I still have a trump card.

Wen Xishu didn't know that the lecturer man had so much drama in his heart at this moment.

He had obtained quite a few memories now.

But it was a pity that these memories couldn't be counted as committing evil at all. The 'evil' of the foolish Wen Xishu, in Wen Xishu's view, couldn't be counted as evil at all, it could only be counted as the younger brother's willfulness.

"The relationship between these two brothers is also too good. I might have to change the angle..."

"Hmm, then myself, is it possible to commit evil against Wen Zhaohua?"

"Hiss..."

Wen Xishu couldn't help but admire himself, he suddenly thought, from this angle, he seemed very evil...

He found the angle all of a sudden.

But at this time, Wen Xishu suddenly felt his Scorpio knife begin to tremble.

The amplitude of the tremor was very obvious.

So much so that the snake-tongued woman telling the story paused. Everyone, although they couldn't move, could still sweep their eyes to Wen Xishu.

The snake-tongued woman was facing Wen Xishu directly.

"What are you doing... I finally pulled the expectation value to 135, and it's dropping again! Are you doing this on purpose!"

Wen Xishu was actually very shocked in his heart, why would the Scorpio knife tremble for no reason?

If he could move, he would find that now even the compass needle was spinning wildly, spinning faster than ever before.

At this moment, Wen Xishu didn't know yet that this move of his would likely bring some kind of causal danger to himself.

But Wen Xishu's intuition was very keen, he felt that perhaps everything was related to his story?

What the hell? Is Wen Zhaohua some very dangerous existence?

In Wen Xishu's impression, Wen Zhaohua's combat power was hard to define, but he couldn't really be god-level, right?

Last time the Scorpio knife trembled like this, that was when encountering Scorpio.

Wen Xishu was a bit panicked.

But what he didn't know was that at this moment, this move of his was very shocking in the eyes of outsiders.

【So cool, that knife seems to have sensed something!】

【His story, could it be related to the knife?】

【Oh oh oh, this is the first time I've encountered such a situation, the storyteller can actually control external objects?】

【Not brother, how come you look like a cultivator.】

【Sorry, although milky white snowballs are good-looking, I want to watch the cultivator next door!】

【You guys say, is it possible that this guy is a pervert, and that knife is actually a little monster used to insert into that place, just made into the shape of a knife?】

For the snake-tongued woman, the movement in the field was fatal.

She tried her best, and even began to reflect on whether to use storytelling techniques...

Whether to immediately cut a story and join the NTR plot.

She worked very hard, barely stopping the fatigue of the second round, but Wen Xishu suddenly did this, and the expectation value dropped immediately.

Without it, the audience was genuinely not interested in her, and when they longed to watch Wen Xishu's performance—the audience could transfer.

The condition for transfer is being completely uninterested in the current storyteller, just like after putting on pants.

97 points.

The woman's expectation value was currently at the bottom. She had a strong sense of crisis.

The third person to tell a story was the brat.

The brat hadn't even opened his mouth yet... the expectation value had already reached nearly 300.

Because those who longed to see him die, after watching the previous round and finding it didn't happen, that longing became stronger.

This thing is like a short drama, everyone knows you are going to slap the face, but you don't, always dragging it out, instead, everyone's emotions will be very high.

【Please must kill this child!】

【According to the rules, he must tell about a more powerful existence he bullied!】

【Oh oh oh, this world won't be all good people! He will definitely die!】

The brat looked at the barrage, all wanting him to die, he showed a look of fear.

But he thought in his heart:

"All want me to die... I won't die."

This child's evil, and his threat in this story meeting, actually far exceeded people's expectations.

He said timidly:

"I... I don't know how to count as stronger than the last one, but do dogs count?"

"I... I heard before that you can't feed dogs chocolate, so I..."

He was almost going to laugh out loud.

Thinking of those dead dogs, still wagging their tails at him before they died, he felt it was very fun.

"They are so stupid, they couldn't possibly hurt me, right? Facts also proved... the accident segment will be as realistic as possible, the bullied person might face the enemy again, and still be bullied."

The brat's mind was very meticulous, so he began to think that these dogs added together were definitely stronger than humans.

Facts were indeed so, the object he bullied this time was a group of dogs, the danger level was indeed above ordinary people.

The story was very simple, the process of the brat telling it didn't use any techniques.

Animals stir up emotions, no techniques needed, just telling the truth about what you've done is enough to make the audience feel angry.

What the brat did was very simple—poisoning.

He once poisoned three dogs, and then posted the whole process of the dogs dying on the internet.

These three dogs were all stray dogs, the kind that didn't bite, eating from a hundred families, or digging for food in trash cans.

The three dogs were not small in size, but they were in awe of people.

If a family fed them some rice, they would follow for a long time, but after understanding that the family didn't want to take them in, they would consciously leave.

But occasionally, they would help guard the house, it is said that once, a thief came to the community, it was because the dog barked that the security personnel were alerted and successfully prevented it.

They didn't belong to anyone, but they were very friendly to people in the community, and even strangers.

Including the brat.

When the brat fed them chocolate, they obediently stretched their heads over, wanting the child to touch them.

Finally, they all died.

The brat arranged their corpses into a triangle. He stood inside the triangle and took a selfie.

This is the true talented type.

The chef suddenly realized... this brat was the biggest competitor.

Everyone was thinking, the game rule must be that the person who lives to the end wins.

To live to the end, you must have expectation value, and the accident must not hurt yourself.

And the story itself cannot be too perverted.

Now, the chef's audience perversion value increased, and he had a headache, what else had he done that was more perverted.

But this brat made him realize... evil, actually doesn't need fighting and killing, just needs to be bad enough.

When the brat finished speaking, almost everyone's expectation value dropped.

【I really want to see him bitten to death!】

【Poor dogs.】

【Although I don't love dogs, and even hate dogs a bit, I also know that some dogs are indeed human partners! Too hateful!】

The brat still maintained a look of fear, but he was blooming with joy inside.

People hating him, yet unable to kill him, was the source of his happiness.

Wen Xishu thought, these people... why are they qualified to tell stories with me?

Are they qualified people?

If they are... in this Desire Tower, who do I need to protect? Save? Or kill?

He of course also hated the brat, but his thinking angle was more macro.

The brat's story expectation value 295.

Currently leading everyone by a gap.

In front of talent, effort is not worth mentioning. The snake-tongued woman's biggest feeling was exactly this.

She was in a very bad mood now.

"There's still that man with the knife, and the chef, and that fool..."

"I will win, right? That fool is so disgusting, his audience won't want to see those disgusting things again, right?"

In this world, won't only carnal desire be short-lived?

The next person to tell a story was none other than Wen Xishu.

【Man with the knife! Finally going to start your story?】

【I've watched so many sessions, those players who change styles halfway and tell other types of stories have always been very rare.】

【The story he's going to tell, is it related to the knife?】

The duration of this story changed from one minute to two minutes. Wen Xishu could tell many details...

But Wen Xishu was motionless now.

As he approached the moment to start telling the story, his knife trembled more and more violently.

Wen Xishu was shrouded in a sense of crisis.

"Can't tell!"

This thought impacted Wen Xishu, like a warning.

Actually Wen Xishu didn't intend to tell this story either, just to be safe, he decided to tell something else first.

But even so, the moment he decided to let a certain story be the finale, he felt that something was trying to lock onto him.

That was a very dangerous feeling.

This feeling was so strong, so strong that Wen Xishu thought it was a warning from someone else.

That person couldn't be seen or touched, but had no malice.

"This feeling is too strong, this sense of unease... simply turned into substance, it's really scary."

Wen Xishu realized that it was as if across the distant time and space, someone was warning him—

Not just this round, but every round to come, it's best not to mention Wen Zhaohua.

Wen Xishu had been struggling before, between Tang Rui and Wen Zhaohua, who was the strongest among the people he knew.

But when he decided how to tell about Tang Rui, the Scorpio knife didn't move at all.

For this reason, Wen Xishu actually listed everyone in that short instant, except for the constellation Scorpio, after all, that couldn't be counted as a person.

Almost everyone didn't get the treatment of the Scorpio knife tremor warning, including the legend, Albert.

Among these qualified people or humans, only one person got this treatment—

Wen Zhaohua.

When he decided to tell about Wen Zhaohua, and finally thought about how to weave the story in his mind... the Scorpio knife began to shake violently.

That terrifying sense of crisis seemed to come across time and space.

"Even the old principal... wouldn't have this treatment. This is no longer hinting at me, but explicitly telling me." Wen Xishu couldn't help but think so.

The reaction of this knife really surprised him. So much so that for the first thirty seconds of telling the story, he was in a daze.

"I want to see brother! Wen Xishu, you promised me!" The foolish younger brother's voice came.

Wen Xishu couldn't help but say:

"Your brother's strength is suspiciously a bit too outrageous... sorry, I might have to break my promise, damn it, what exactly did he experience?"

"Also, stop shouting, you can continue to sleep, I didn't want to lie to you, but if your brother comes... I'm afraid I'll have to die."

The foolish younger brother had always been shouting to see his brother, but as soon as he heard Wen Xishu would die... he really became quiet immediately.

This actually surprised Wen Xishu quite a bit.

Wen Xishu knew that coming to this world, intuition is often the embodiment of some kind of ability.

That sense of crisis couldn't be fake.

He thought for a moment and decided to temporarily change to another story, as for Wen Zhaohua... I'm afraid this opportunity is not suitable.

【???? Why is this guy silent?】

【That knife isn't shaking anymore, what is he going to do?】

【Why doesn't he speak.】

【What about the story, what about the story, what about the story!】

The barrage began to urge crazily, and Wen Xishu finally managed to appease the other soul in his heart at this time.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone, just now I was thinking about a problem, now I've thought it through, sorry."

There was still one minute left, but Wen Xishu wasn't panicked.

One minute was enough for him to tell another story with a gimmick.

Somewhere far away.

A huge bow and arrow emitting treasure-blue light aimed at the distance. The distance was a piece of darkness and chaos.

The archer's posture was like he was about to use all his strength to snipe someone, that mysterious bow and arrow seemed to have the tension to shoot through fate.

But the person using the bow and arrow didn't seem to have found the right orientation yet.

"Not easy, someone crossed the line. But it's flickering... hard to aim. Did you notice me?"

"Powerful causality gathered, clearly it should have formed a target, but it suddenly disappeared again."

The mysterious existence withdrew the bow and arrow, and at that instant, the treasure-blue light also faded in the mysterious space, finally turning into nothingness.

In the endless mysterious chaos, the long-haired archer gradually withdrew his domain.

The surrounding environment began to change, presenting the real scene in reality. It was a street in a city.

The owner of the bow and arrow turned from a mysterious archer in the chaotic starry sky into a young man with long treasure-blue hair.

He was also a bit confused, who exactly was able to make him notice instantly?

That distance, it should be from the Land of Obsession.

Is it one of my brothers or sisters? What a pity, almost killed the other party.

He couldn't understand, but as that power disappeared, he could only put away the bow and arrow.

"Once causality is built, even if it is revoked, it will still be connected. I will find you."

(End of chapter)