Wen Lemon is dead and is about to refuse, because an hourglass is forced to pop up.

When she came back to her senses, the man was already seated.

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

Because there is no threat to his life for the time being, Wen Ning chooses to stay.

[Your remaining chance to keep the gacha: 2/10, the gods like your outrageous brain holes very much, and look forward to your next performance.] 】

Obviously, in addition to the gods, there are also 'people' who like it very much.

"Miss Tony's story is truly unexpected." The Pope turned his head to look at Lemon, his sharp beak nearly poking Lemon's face.

He laughed out loud, "This story will be old-fashioned if it continues, and the next thing should be: you were going to reject the river god, saying that the mobile phone was not your own, but the river god didn't play according to the routine, and grabbed your neck with his backhand to kill you." ”

"End of story."

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

Inside, Wang Jianjun was being choked by the river god.

His face was red from breathlessness, his eyes bulged out, and his hands struggled.

Wang Jianjun looked around and found that the passing crowd looked as usual, even if he looked at him, there was no intention of calling the police.

He opened his mouth with difficulty and squeezed out four words: "The story is over"

Wang Jianjun, who came out of the story, was panting violently with his hands on the ground, he still remembered stroking his neck, and one hand appeared in front of him.

"Are you alright?"

Wang Jianjun looked up with his hand, and a bird's beak mask appeared in front of him, so frightened that he sat on the ground and retreated frantically.

"Devil, look at you scaring people."

The queen took out a fan and covered half of her face, and said in disgust.

"Mine won't be there then." The demon said apologetically, "I'm just worried about the newcomer, and it's not like nothing has happened to him. ”

Wen Ning captured the information from the conversation between the two, they couldn't see the imaginary frequency, what Wang Jianjun experienced was shown in the form of oral complaints in the eyes of this group of masked people.

Emergencies like Wang Jianjun have also occurred in the past.

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

The demon's words interrupted Wen Ning's thoughts, and she looked at Zhu Buping, waiting for the other party to pick up the story.

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

Just as he was about to be devoured, a peachwood sword stabbed into the river god's body.

Wen Ning raised her eyebrows slightly, she saw that this peachwood sword was evolved from a card, and she shed tears of envy.

The original river god let out a terrible scream and transformed into a terrifying appearance.

Zhu Buping beheaded him, and the story ended.

The fool admired and clapped his hands, "It's so wonderful, I can't even continue the plot." ”

Zhu Buping played with the peachwood sword, raised his eyebrows lightly and said nothing.

"But the story goes on." The fool propped his chin and flicked the hourglass, his hoarse voice echoing through the small room.

"The dying river god left behind the black phone, and you pick it up again. After this series of episodes, you can't find the owner and have to give up, and the stall is not set up and goes home directly. ”

Li Tingting, who was sitting next to the fool, entered the plot and didn't dare to touch the black mobile phone on the table.

Her mind couldn't help but be cranky, worried that her phone would ring.

Ding Zero Zero ......

The reality coincided with the thoughts in Li Tingting's mind, she didn't dare to pick up the phone and waited for the other party to hang up.

The phone rang and Li Tingting breathed a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the phone rang rapidly, and the mobile phone, which was lying flat on the table, fell to the ground due to violent vibration.

Click

The phone was connected, and Li Tingting was so frightened that she hurried to end the story.

The magician heard this tone revealing excitement, "There is a murmur on the phone, and you listen carefully to see that the murmur is mixed with a faint cry for help. ”

Ghost story classic scenes.

Wen Ning quickly glanced around, the first round of the week was about to end, and the players were unharmed.

His eyes fell on Zhang San, who was rubbing shoulders, and Wen Ning gave him encouragement.

Zhang San, who was originally scared, was like getting a buff, rubbing shoulders to start the experience journey.

Zhang San cocked his orchid finger and answered the phone pretentiously: "Hey, hello, this is the Third Hospital, may I ask what happened to you?" ”

Voice on the other end of the phone: ......

"Help... Save... Help me"

"What? What are you talking about! ”

Zhang San raised the volume, "The signal on my side is not good, you wait." ”

Click!

Zhang San hung up the phone, rolled his eyes slightly, picked up his mobile phone and ran out of the house.

The players who watched the plot did not know why, and the king who told the story next pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat that did not exist in the mask.

Zhang San rushed all the way into the bureau, "I want to report the crime, I picked up a mobile phone!" ”

He sat in front of the police flower and told the process of picking up the timeframe.

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

Zhang San felt that he hadn't said enough, and the plot hadn't completely deviated.

He cleared his throat and was about to move, when the time was up, he was forced to pop the plot.

King:...

Queen:...

Warm Lemon: 6

"You guy, this plot..."

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

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

The queen snorted dissatisfied, gritted her teeth and said: "You came home from the bureau to brush your teeth and wash your face, passing by the living room and finding that the mobile phone that should have been in the bureau appeared on your desk. End of story"

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

The king storyline ends.

Wen Ning picked up the story for the second time, she tried to turn off the phone and saw that it was useless, so she replied directly: "My dear here, I suggest you dial 110, and you should use the emergency number without permission." ”

"..."The phone tone is stuck

Wen Ning immediately hung up the phone, and ran out of the house like Zhang San, but she went to the mobile phone repair shop.

"Welcome~ Is there anything you need help with?"

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

The counter's gaze moved to the mobile phone, and Wen Ning's teeth were toothed, "Don't worry, it's slightly flawed, but it's a knife." ”

"Well... Good. ”

I have been working at the counter for decades, and I never thought that I would sell mobile phones at a reduced price on my own.

"By the way, how do you sell this phone?"

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

Wen Ning tore open the chair and urged frantically, "Quick, hurry up and dismantle it." ”

The "......" counter was silent.

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

This plot is like a wild horse, see how the next one picks up.

The plot pops up, and Wen Ning smiles at the Pope.

Even if he couldn't see the Pope's expression, Wen Ning could judge from the other party's clenched fists that he didn't like the end of the story very much.

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