players please close your eyes.

Chapter 399 399. The beginning of hell

suddenly.

The cloud wrapped around Qiao Mu's arm. On his arm, countless eyes opened and stared at him.

Qiao Mu looked at them.

Because there were so many eyes, Qiao Mu didn't know which one to look at, so his face was covered with dense eyes, from his nostrils, from the tip of his tongue, and from his ears.

The two sides looked at each other for a while.

Only then did Qiao Mu see the depressing and crazy words outlined in front of him in the form of clouds.

【Lantern Festival】

[The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was there, in the dimly lit place]

[For some people, everything in life is a gamble. They play games with fate and try to overturn the card table. Even their souls can be offered as chips, just to win a chance. However, most gamblers of fate end up in the game. It’s miserable. Many times, even death is a luxury wish]

[The casino in the old city plays music every night. Men find instant pleasure here, and women catch the prey they want. Even the eyes behind the curtain are watching this place closely.]

[You are here just to be the final winner. If you give up everything to have it all, are you willing to give it all? 】

[Throw the dice that determines your fate, the game begins]

[Task Difficulty: Alienation]

[Number of travelers: 1 people]

[Mission goal: win the final bet]

[Mission goal: (optional) survive]

["Other people say that nine times out of ten you lose when you bet, but isn't there still someone who wins? Why can't I be one of them?"]

"what?"

Qiao Mu felt strange because this time he was not allowed to choose the difficulty, but was fixed on [Alienation].

"The degree of freedom is so low."

He felt it was not as good as his own "My Civilization Simulator".

Complaining was of no use. Qiao Mu returned home, cleaned up the house, and sat on the sofa.

[Whether to enter the game]

【whether】

The uneven ripples on the coffee table formed the depressing and crazy text of the God of Choice game. Qiao Mu directly chose [Yes].

[Winning the final bet: 0/1]

【Survive: 0/1】

[Task begins]

[Players please close your eyes]

So Qiao Mu closed her eyes.

All around, the sound of gongs and drums was accompanied by the suona, as well as firecrackers, bustling crowds, and the crisp sound of mahjong playing tiles.

Qiao Mu felt that the world was spinning. Behind the smoke-like dreamlike curtain, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at him.

The next moment, Qiao Mu felt her butt sitting on something hard.

"Hey, it's your turn."

The sound of words coming from beside him made Qiao Mu open his eyes and found that he was at the mahjong table, and the latter person was urging Qiao Mu to play cards.

Qiao Mu is also a Chinese after all, and this kind of national quintessence is naturally self-taught. He briefly looked at his cards and saw that he needed to draw one.

"Touch yourself."

He pushed the card and waited to collect the money.

"I'll go, what's going on with you?" "Is it fake?" "You're so damn unlucky."

The other three people took out their money one after another. Qiao Mu took the money, stood up, and casually grabbed a bystander beside him.

"You come and fight. If I win, it's mine. If I lose, it's yours."

Then he pulled away and left.

Qiao Mu squeezed through the bustling crowd and found that this place was a teahouse. It was full of people drinking tea, chatting, playing cards and having fun. It was lively and lively, as if it was about to celebrate the New Year.

"wonderful."

He came to the position against the wall. There were large teapots, cups, etc. on the table. There was a plainly dressed waiter standing by the wall, waiting to serve the guests. Qiao Mu saw a dazzling array of newspapers on the shelf. He pulled out the top one, which had some seasonal reports and social news written on it.

Just when he wanted to find out where this place was, the words in those old cities were distorted, outlining the depressing and crazy text description of the God of Choice game.

[In the spring of the seventy-seventh year of the old calendar, all wastes are waiting to be revitalized]

[In the face of the long-lost peaceful New Year, the old city is not as lively and joyful as in the past. A grand gambling game is held secretly. There are many participants, some have hope, some are fighting against despair, everyone has their own thoughts, and they are all disturbing.]

[Those who get the invitation letter can become one of them. In a corner that no one knows, the curtain has been opened. All the guests will listen to the explanation]

[As one of the participants in the gambling game, your only purpose is to win to the end and win everything]

[This moment is the beginning]

"I am sworn in with gambling and drugs!"

Qiao Mu said a sentence he learned while surfing the Internet.

At this time, a quarrel suddenly broke out in a corner of the teahouse.

As a person who loves to watch the excitement, Qiao Mu did his part and squeezed in immediately.

Snapped--

Just when Qiao Mu came to the front of the crowd, a man flew over, knocked over the tables and chairs, and fell to the ground, complaining endlessly.

The man seemed to have been kicked away and landed on the ground, and the person who kicked him was a burly man in a suit.

"You still want to be a liar in front of me. You're so full that you're full."

The man came to the fallen man, turned him over with his polished leather shoes, squatted down, and groped for something in the other man's arms. Soon, he found a black invitation.

"you lose."

He took the invitation and walked away.

The person who was kicked to the ground could not move and could only gasp for air.

"What's going on here?"

Qiao Mu knew that if he asked the enthusiastic onlookers at this time, he would probably get some information.

"Who knows, I might have been caught playing cards for cheating. Tsk, tut, you dare to cheat on Master Qi. I'm tired of living."

"I heard that someone recently organized a game, and it seems that you need the black envelope to participate."

"I know, I know. My daughter's uncle across from my second uncle's uncle's house next door got one. He said he could directly receive tens of thousands of dollars."

"Is there still such charity work now?"

The crowd revealed some information, but not much.

Qiao Mu felt a little stiff in his arms at this time. When he touched it, he found that it was exactly the same invitation letter that had been taken away from the person just now.

"Hey, where did you get this?"

People around him were surprised.

"Because of sincerity, metal and stone will open."

Qiao Mu assumed a gesture that could only be understood but not expressed, and then left.

After finding a corner, Qiao Mu pulled out the black-covered invitation and looked at the text.

The specific content is very elaborate, with Che Zhuglun talking about it one after another. It's not that the author is too lazy to edit it, but it's because Qiao Mu can't understand it. He simply read it and asked Xiao Ai to translate it.

To put it simply, with this invitation letter and 100,000 yuan, you can attend a grand event held in ten days.

At the same time, this invitation letter also comes with a gift of one hundred thousand yuan. If you cannot raise one million yuan to attend the event after ten days, you will have to pay back all the money and invitation letter, otherwise there may be mishaps.

"So, I gave you 100,000 yuan, and you want to pay back 1 million yuan?"

Is there still such a scam in the world?

Qiao Mu found it incomprehensible. Even the old woman who lived next door to his house knew that there was no way to take advantage of others.

He touched his pocket again to see if there was really one hundred thousand yuan.

Unfortunately, after searching all his pockets and even touching the soles of his shoes, Qiao Mu only had one hundred yuan on him.

"Hell begins."

Qiao Mu concluded.

(End of this chapter)