"What...... What the? ”

Everyone was stunned, and they listened to the bartender.

"What do you mean by what you want?" William couldn't sit still, he clasped his hands and shouted, "Do you still want to kill?" ”

The bartender smiled: "Of course not, I will not take the initiative to kill anyone here, and besides, it is clearly written in the original rules that the loser will not be punished." ”

"Then why did you just say that?" Cisse also shouted nervously.

"Oh? Is there anything hard to understand about this? The bartender smiled and said, "I already said when I explained the rules, you can send me as you like, and I have asked you at the end of each round if you need any help...... Oh, and by the way, this lady Jill asked me for a cup of hot cocoa. ”

As he spoke, the bartender pointed to the drink in front of Jill.

"Therefore, the meaning of sending at will is to send at will, to send at will, to send, to send." He read it out a little heavier: "In addition to drinks, I can help you get a lot of things, so if you need anything, please feel free to ask me." ”

The bartender said lightly, he was still smiling, his eyelids squinting slightly, but at this moment, everyone seemed to be aware that under the seemingly smiling face was a demonic face with cold horror.

"Bastard, do you mean to say that we can also send you to help take other people's lives?!"

"Of course......" the bartender said softly, and the fluttering words were like a giant hammer, smashing into everyone's hearts!

", what kind of are you talking about!" Listening to the bartender's words, Cisse slammed his fist on the table in front of him: "According to what you say, I will order you to die now!" Are you really going to die? ”

The bartender was still smiling and nodded: "Of course, if you ask, I will do what you want......"

"Then why the fuck are you still standing here?"

"Because you haven't paid the chips yet." The bartender responded.

Cisse was stunned: "Raise ...... Chip? ”

"Yes, chips, as I said at the beginning, I can send you as you please, but not all of them are free. Like this hot cocoa, it's free, of course, and I promise you'll make a drink that tastes better than any other drink you've ever had. ”

The bartender replied, and curled the corners of his mouth proudly, as if he were more pleased to say that his skill at making drinks was more pleasing to him than to take the lives of others.

"And there are a lot of charges, and as for the cost, I'll use the chips you have now, for example, if you want the most upscale car, then you have to pay 20 chips, if you want to stay young, then you have to pay 260 chips, if you want to have countless riches, then you have to pay 390 chips, and Mr. Cisse ..... Your life is worth 15 chips. ”

"! You...... What did you say? What does it mean that my life is only worth 15 chips? Am I not as good as a car? Cisse roared.

The bartender hesitated: "Oh, sorry, your life isn't 15, in fact, if you don't participate in this game, your life is only worth 4 chips." As for your complaints, you might as well be a sedan...... Hehe...... Of course you are not as good as, IMHO, an addict like you, who is immersed in your own collapsed world every day, unable to integrate into society, and has never helped anyone, your life is not even as good as a dog that can bring spiritual comfort to the elderly, and that car, the money you have earned in your life, can't even buy one of its lights, so...... You should be grateful, if it weren't for this Lady Jill, you wouldn't have created any value for this world until you died. ”

These words came out of the bartender's mouth with great politeness, but ...... As he spoke, an invisible pressure spread through the four kinds, especially Cisse, who didn't even dare to interrupt the other party's words, and it wasn't until he finished speaking that he was able to tremble and exhale.

In this way, after a few seconds, Jill was the first to come to his senses......

"15 ......" she muttered suddenly, and then fiddled with the chips in front of her: "As long as I pay 15, can I kill him?" ”

"Yes, ma'am."

"Damn, I only have nine!" Jill clasped her hands tightly together. But at this time, she suddenly saw the ear drawn on the chip in her hand.

"Uh, what does that mean?" She asked, pointing to the painting.

The bartender bowed politely: "Dear lady, if you are with you, this is the ear ......"

"I know, I mean...... What can it buy? ”

The bartender smiled: "Of course it's the ears." ”

There was a buzz in everyone's heads.

"Can you make that clear?" This was said by John, and for some reason, his face seemed to be slightly better.

"Of course you can......" The bartender nodded, "As I just said, chips can be exchanged for things, such as a person's life, but you don't necessarily have to pay for it all at once, because I can provide you with a phased service, such as this coin, and if Miss Jill pays him to me, then I will immediately give you a pair of ears...... And you, just a gentle finger at that person......"

......

......

A feeling of oppression that is almost suffocating.

Now, everyone finally understands what the strange drawings on these chips mean.

At the same time, they also realized that what they were participating in was not a game of picking lucky people at all, but a demonic game that was much more terrifying than they imagined.

"What...... Buying human ears? Uh, you're joking, right?! Cisse shouted, barely able to speak.

However, the bartender didn't care about Cisse's frightened look at all, and still smiled quietly and looked at Jill: "So, Miss Jill, do you want a pair of ears?" ”

His voice was soft and gentle, like a gentle summer wind, and it crept into Jill's ears...... It was the whisper of the devil.

He ...... But kill your son. The poor child has not yet been born, he has not heard your voice, he has not smelled you, he has not seen you, and of course, he has not called 'Mommy'...... But he's just dead, because the scum in front of you, hehe, that 'mom' you'll never hear it." ”

The bartender said softly.

"So ......"

"Except for the ears ......"

"Do you want anything else?"

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