My cards are not straight

Chapter 28
Wen Ning was blind, and was about to refuse, because an hourglass was forced to pop out when the time was up.

When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting in her seat.

[Ding Dong, congratulations to player Wen Ning for getting a chance to draw a card, your choice is 1, draw the card immediately 2, keep the card drawn]

Since her life would not be threatened for the time being, Wen Ning chose to keep it.

[Your remaining chances to keep the card draw: 2/10, the gods like your outrageous brain hole very much, and look forward to your next performance. 】

Obviously, besides the gods, there are also 'people' who like it very much.

"Miss Toni's story is really unexpected." The Pope turned his head to look at Wen Ning, and his sharp beak almost poked Wen Ning's face.

He laughed sullenly, "This story will be clichéd if it continues, the next step should be: You were going to reject the River God, saying that the mobile phone is not yours, but the River God didn't play the cards according to the routine and pinched it backhanded." It's killing you by the neck."

"The end of the story."

Wang Jianjun, who is on the right side of the pope, was directly dragged into the storyline because of these four words, and an image of 3D projection technology emerged in the air directly above the kerosene lamp.

Inside, Wang Jianjun was being strangled by the God of the River.

He was flushed with difficulty breathing, his eyes bulged, and he struggled with his hands.

Wang Jianjun looked around and found that the expressions of the passing crowd were normal, even if they looked at him, they didn't mean to call the police.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and squeezed out the four words "the end of the story"

Wang Jianjun, who came out of the story, was panting violently with his hands on the ground. He fondled his neck with deep memories, and a hand appeared in front of his eyes.

"Are you OK?"

Wang Jianjun looked up along his hands, and a mask with a beak appeared in front of his eyes, causing him to fall to the ground and back away crazily.

"Evil ghost, look at you scaring people."

The queen took out a fan to hide half of her face and said disgustedly.

"At that time, I'll be gone." The evil ghost said apologetically, "I'm just worried about the newcomer. It's not like he's not in such a sudden situation before."

Wen Ning captured the information from the conversation between the two, and they couldn't see the virtual frequency. What Wang Jianjun experienced was presented in the form of oral narration in the eyes of these masked people.

Emergencies like Wang Jianjun's have happened before.

"The next story is: you find no one to save you, and finally lose your desire to survive, waiting to be swallowed by the river god."

Wen Ning's thoughts were interrupted by the evil ghost's words, she cast her eyes on Zhu Buping, and waited quietly for him to answer the story.

Zhu Buping, who was involved in the plot, closed his eyes just as the ghost narrated.

At the moment of being swallowed, a mahogany sword pierced into the body of the river god.

Wen Ning frowned slightly. Seeing that the mahogany sword was transformed from a card, she shed tears of envy.

The original river god let out a shriek and scream, and transformed into a fierce appearance.

Zhu Buping beheaded him, and the story ended.

The Fool clapped his hands in admiration, "It's really wonderful, I can't even continue the plot."

Zhu Buping played with the mahogany sword, raised his eyebrows lightly and remained silent.

"But the story must continue." The Fool propped his chin and turned the hourglass, his hoarse voice echoing in the small room.

"The dead river god left behind a black phone, and you picked it up again. After this series of episodes, you couldn't find the owner and had to give up and go home without setting up the stall."

Li Tingting, who was sitting next to the Fool, entered the plot and dared not touch the black mobile phone on the table.

She couldn't help thinking wildly in her mind, worrying that her phone would ring.

Ding Lingling...

The reality coincided with the thoughts in Li Tingting's mind. She dared not pick up the phone and waited quietly for the other party to hang up.

When the phone stopped ringing, Li Tingting breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the phone rang quickly, and the phone that was lying flat on the table fell to the ground due to violent vibrations.

click
When the phone was connected, Li Tingting was so frightened that she quickly ended the story.

The magician was excited when he heard this tone, "The phone call caused a noise in the head. If you listen carefully, you will find that there is a faint cry for help in the noise."

Ghost story classic scene.

Wen Ning quickly scanned the week. The first round of the week was almost over, and the players were uninjured.

His eyes fell on the panicked Zhang San, and Wen Ning gave him encouragement.

Zhang San, who was originally scared, rubbed his shoulders to start the experience journey as if he had been buffed.

Zhang San raised his orchid finger, and answered the phone in a pretentious way: "Hi, hello, this is the Third Hospital. May I ask what happened to you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone: ...

"Save...save...help me"

"What? What are you talking about!"

Zhang San turned up the volume, "The signal here is not good, just wait."

Click!

Zhang San hung up the phone, rolled his eyes slightly, picked up his phone and rushed to become a monk.

The players who watched the plot were unclear, so the queen who told the story next took out a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat that didn't exist on the mask.

Zhang San ran all the way into the police station, "I want to report the crime, I found a mobile phone!"

He sat in front of the police flower, and talked about the process of picking up the time machine in a nutshell.

He talked more and more, and drank a glass of water when he was thirsty.

Zhang San felt that he hadn't said enough, and the plot hadn't gone astray yet.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak, when the time was up, he was forced to play the scene.

king:…

queen:…

Wen lemon: 6
"You guy, this plot..."

The queen suppressed the anger in her chest, and could feel his cannibalistic eyes through the mask.

The king reached out to hold the queen's right hand and patted it three times to appease.

The queen snorted dissatisfied, gritted her teeth and said, "You came home from the police station to brush your teeth and wash your face. When you passed by the living room, you found the mobile phone that was supposed to be in the police station on your desk. The story ends."

"This time, the voice came directly from the phone, save...save me! Why don't you save me!"

King storyline ends.

It was Wen Ning's second time to answer the story. She tried to turn off the phone but it didn't work, so she replied directly: "Dear 110, please use the emergency number."

"..." phone tone stuck
Wen Ning hung up the phone immediately, and rushed to become a monk just like Zhang San, except that she went to a mobile phone repair shop.

"Welcome~ May I help you with anything?"

Wen Ning handed the phone to the counter, "Sell the phone."

The counter's gaze shifted to the phone, Wen Ning gritted her teeth, "Don't worry, Wei Xia, you can use a knife."

"Okay… okay."

I have been working at the counter for decades, but I have never seen someone selling mobile phones at lower prices.

"By the way, how did you sell this mobile phone?"

The counter was puzzled but answered honestly: "Tear it down and sell the board."

Wen Ning tore away the chair and frantically urged, "Quick, quickly take it apart."

"..." The counter was silent.

After witnessing the dismemberment of the mobile phone, Wen Ning came out of the mobile phone shop with a smile.

This time the plot is like a runaway wild horse, let's see how the next one will pick it up.

The plot was good, Wen Ning smiled at the Pope.

Even if he couldn't see the pope's expression, Wen Ning could tell from the clenched fist of the other party that he didn't like the ending of the story very much.

The Pope exclaimed, "Miss Toni, your plot is still fresh and refined."

(End of this chapter)