I Became a God in a Horror Game: 429, Evil God Festival Boathouse

The presidents of several major guilds shook hands with Bai Liu in turn, and then left.

The host was shocked and continued to explain: "According to the usual process, the first player in the preseason should draw a team first, because the first team in the preseason is Russell Cemetery The president of the circus is changing, so the president of the circus wandering in a team of two --"

"——Bai Liu, the team will be drawn soon!"

In front of the large screen in the viewing pool, a lottery platform slowly protrudes. The platform is an opaque black curtain box, and on the front is an opening that allows people to put their arms in. The lottery platform Below are three steps.

Bai Liu walked forward slowly and stepped on the steps. He lowered his eyes, and under the breathless gaze of everyone in the venue, he stretched his hand into the box and held a ball the size of a ping-pong ball inside. , took it out, and handed it to the waiting staff.

The staff carefully cut open this elastic spherical object with a knife, and then took out a bunch of pieces of paper from inside, and carefully unfolded it face down. Look, but directly lift it up and turn your body for the audience in the venue to see.

When the originally noisy audience saw the sign on the piece of paper, they fell into a brief silence.

The guild members of the eight teams sitting in the inner circle also looked shocked, and many of them even put down the flags they waved in a daze.

Heart raised her eyebrows slightly, Phoebe held her face lovingly, tilted her head and smiled, Cen Buming looked cold, as if she hugged her chest unexpectedly, Daniel sat up all at once, Looking to the side with a gloomy face, Georgia tilted her head slightly, and whispered something softly to the serious-looking Armand next to her.

Charles folded his hands to support his cane, and looked at Bai Liu standing in the center of the ornamental pond with an ordinary expression from a distance, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

This gamble is getting more and more difficult.

Liao Ke's hand holding Spade's shoulder tightened suddenly, Bai Yi stared at the label paper dumbfounded, and murmured: "Fuck, we won't be so unlucky..."

"Ni Shen is not here." Bai Jiamu suddenly turned his head to look at Liao Ke, his face was dark, "There are no tacticians, how can we fight?!"

The host's excited trembling voice resounded through the entire viewing pool with his waving arms: "It's really indescribable good luck, our new team, the first team was drawn as soon as it was shot— —Killer Sequence!!”

On the raised label paper, He Xi drew an inverse cross—this is the emblem of the Killer Sequence.

Whether the game is won or lost, drawing a Killer Sequence means that the Killer Sequence will definitely end the game. The opening day ended with a bang.

The audience in the whole venue is boiling!

"The battle is about to begin! Audiences, take your positions! Get your chips ready, and get ready to bet!" The host shook his hands, his facial expression distorted with excitement, "Now let the tactician of the Killer Sequence come off the stage, come on! A routine declaration of war with the tactician of the Wandering Circus!"

Liao Ke took a deep breath, and he raised his hand to show that he wanted to speak: "The tactician of our team is not here, and I will temporarily act as the tactician to implement the game process."

The expressions of the host and the audience froze, and then turned into a huge, ferocious expression of fanaticism: "Ai Shen is not here?!"

"Replacing the tactician on the spot is a top taboo! It will lower the level of the entire team to a new level!"

The host's voice was about to burst: "Everyone! Everyone! Can our newly promoted team complete the counterattack of last year's Killer Sequence—Challenge Dragon Slaying!"

"If this team succeeds in slaying the dragon, now the betting money on this wandering circus team will be multiplied by a hundred times! Please seize the opportunity! The sooner you bet, the more you will get back! Do it! Hurry up! Bet! Bet!"

Wang Shun, who was sitting on the lounge chair in the aisle, reflected the system panel in his eyes. I couldn't help but gasped: "...37 times."

"This is too scary..."

If such a point betting is lost in the first game, it will leave a terrible impression on the hearts of these spectators. In the following games, these spectators will retaliate and stop betting. It is very difficult to get a gold medal if you are popular...

Wang Shun couldn't help looking worriedly at the players on the field, and finally fixed his gaze on Bai Liu standing in the center: "... President."

Liao Ke turned around and prepared to walk down the passage behind.

Bai Jiamu suddenly grabbed his wrist, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice with deep eyes: "Naishen... so smart, he always arranges everything well, and even prophesies Seeing the future, he will be fine, right?"

Liao Ke walked down the back and paused: "He will be fine."

"He said that he would personally stop Bai Liu from winning the game."

After Liao Ke finished speaking, he took out his hand and walked down. He walked step by step to the cubicle in front of the big screen, and stretched out his eyes to Bai Liu who was standing there waiting for him with complicated eyes. Hand: "I didn't expect to be against you so early."

Bai Liu raised her eyes calmly, stretched out her hands and shook hands: "I didn't expect that either."

Liao Ke was silent for a while: "Thank you very much for your willingness to lend us the game pool."

"You're welcome." Bai Liu's tone was flat, "Thank you very much for arranging a solo match for me. I really need this solo match to earn me popularity."

Liao Ke raised his head slowly: "It seems that you have already guessed our match arrangement."

In the absence of Nishen, the team competition cannot be played for the time being, and there will be a big problem. As a temporary tactician, Liao Ke will try every means to delay time in the singles and doubles competitions.

Bai Liu was silent for a while: "Ni Shen will definitely show up, right?"

"The opponent is you." Liao Ke's tone is firm, "Then yes, no matter how serious the injury is, that person will crawl here to compete with you."

Bai Liu lowered her eyes and retracted her hand: "I know."

"I will wait for him."

After finishing speaking, Bai Liu was about to turn around and leave, when Liao Ke suddenly said, "This time, he won't let you in again, and he will win you even if he tries his best."

Bai Liu paused with his back, hummed lightly, and then walked down the stage.

Liao Ke took a deep look at Bai Liuzhi's back, then turned and walked out of the communication room.

The host probed to the left and right: "Now that the tacticians of both sides have finished their communication, we are going to make arrangements for the single-player match——"

"Except for the killer sequence, the single player should be the ace and main attacker Spades."

As soon as the host's voice fell, Spade supported the fence with one hand, turned over and landed neatly, and walked towards the big screen. He had a black bone whip **** at his waist , the trousers are interspersed with a belt, and some props are tied on the top. Spade walks and kicks these props that are forcibly pinned to the trousers, shaking from side to side, and even loses one .

Spades looked down at the prop and didn't move.

Liao Ke covered his face, his voice was weak: "...I know you don't like to bring props to the stage, but I beg you, don't drop them for a reason, I can see that you are doing it for a reason ‌I kicked it off, pick it up quickly..."

——The props in the spades pants were all just forced by Liao Ke to stop the spades.

Whether **** is playing or playing games, this guy never has any props, so he insists on sticking to it for 15 minutes before he gets rid of the spades or nothing.

This time Liao Ke ordered Spades to bring enough props to the game.

The opponent is that Bai Liu... A guarantee is always good.

Liao Ke stood by the fence, looking deeply at the pale-looking Bai Liu walking over there.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is such a dangerous and powerful team against the competition. No team can match the oppression and strength that a person like Bai Liu brought to him when he played lightly on the field. .

Liao Ke felt that his heart was beating so fast that it would pop out of his throat.

Wang Shun felt that his heart had jumped to his throat.

He clenched the pen and paper in his hand tightly, fixed his eyes on Bai Liu who was on the stage, and took deep breaths to adjust his dizzy state at the moment. It's him.

On the bench next to Wang Shun, there were other players who had not been on the field for a while, and it seemed that he was not in much better condition.

Mu Ke's face was completely bloodless, and the fingertips of his fingers made a few imprints without his own consciousness. Liu Jiayi's lips were tightly pursed, and her calf was stretched straight. Tang Er Frowning, he touched the gun he had placed on his back waist for a few seconds, and then slowly exhaled a foul breath.

Gritting his teeth, Mu Chengcheng frantically shook his legs: "Grass, I'm so nervous that I want to vomit."

Tang Er patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, adjust your state, you will have a doubles match later, and Bai Liu won't die for the gold medal, it won't be a big deal."

When Liu Jiayi heard this, her expression must not have relaxed, but became even more tense: "Bai Liu is indeed free from the gold medal."

"He may not be in this game." Mu Ke's lips were bloodshot, "Or, in order to take care of us who did not escape the gold medal in the team competition, It also increases the excitement of the game and the betting rate—”

"—Bai Liu will most likely not be spared the gold medal in this match."

Mu Chengcheng was dizzy: "What the **** are you thinking?! This **** is a peach!? Isn't he free from the gold medal? Is he crazy?!"

Muke shook his head with a pale face: "It is precisely because of the □□ peach that Bai Liu can't do it."

"He wanted to break the myth of spades' undefeated singles at once, and then his popularity jumped to a high position. As a star player with a high degree of topicality, as long as there is a star player in a team, the audience In order to ensure that this outstanding star player advances, there is a high probability that the entire team will be voted into the top 100."

Mu Ke turned his head to look at Mu Chengcheng, whose pupils were constricted, and said word by word: "If he wins the game without the high risk of avoiding the gold medal, he can basically be guaranteed. Everyone in our team can enjoy his popularity bonus and get the gold medal for avoiding death."

"Is this **** eating his popularity bonus?!" Mu Chengcheng's eyes were red and his fists were clenched tightly, "This **** is eating Bai Liu's life!"

The host's voice was almost excited, and the whistle sounded: "Come on! Both contestants come to the stage!"

"Two players, please declare war on each other!"

Bai Liu stood opposite Spade, looking up at him with no emotion on his face: "Do you want to win?"

Spades nodded without hesitation: "I want to win you."

Bai Liu smiled: "I want to win too."

He slowly grasped it from his neckline, and a gold medal for avoiding death that fell off the thread appeared, hanging on Bai Liu's neck. At the same time, a gold medal for avoiding death of the same style also appeared on the ‌The neck of spades ‌.

"Oh, both sides are exempt from the death of the gold medal." The host's voice was a little disappointed, "It seems that both sides have to make use of it, which is a bit pointless."

Bai Liu tore the death-avoiding gold medal from his own neck, and calmly moved it aside.

[System prompt: Does player Bai Liu choose to give up the gold medal to avoid death in this game? 】

The voice of the host suddenly raised: "Oh my God! What did I see! This action is a standard action for giving up the gold medal for avoiding death! This rookie tactician decided to give up when he was facing a main attacker. The death-free gold medal authority!"

"I take back my foreword. Although the result of this game is half-good, spades should win, so it's still something to watch."

The host teased Bai Liu: "I hope that when this rookie tactician dies on the field, he won't be fined for his recklessness at the moment."

Spades looked at Bai Liu expressionlessly, he grabbed the death-preventing gold medal hanging on his neck, pulled it, and raised his arms horizontally, and moved it to her side.

[System prompt: Does player Spade choose to give up the gold medal to avoid death in this game? 】

The host fell into a brief silence, and then jumped up and roared: "Our **** player accepted the opponent's provocation! He also decided to give up his gold medal to avoid death!"

"This is a battle of life and death!!"

Liao Ke's expression changed suddenly, he patted the railing: "Spades! What are you doing!"

Spades turned a deaf ear to Liao Ke's roar behind him, and he looked at Bai Liu with perfect eyes: "I want to win you under the same conditions."

Bai Liu smiled: "The person I liked before also liked to win me under the same conditions."

"I played a lot of horror games with him, but I never beat him in one game, he is very good at it, I have never been able to forget that he won me so many times, I always wanted to beat him once."

"He ran away before I had time to beat him once."

Spades' eyes were fixed: "I will win you like this too."

Bai Liu raised his eyes, and the smile on his face deepened: "Since you say that, I hope you can really look like a qualified souvenir——"

"-You can beat me once."

As soon as his voice fell, he casually let go of the hand that was holding the gold medal for avoiding death.

The spades loosened almost at the same time as the white willow.

"Ding ding——!"

The two gold medals with the straps bounced off the ground, making a crisp sound, and then spun around in the air to disperse the gold foam, which could not disappear.

[System prompt: Player Bailiu/Spades confirmed that in this game, they will not use ‌ to save the gold medal from death. 】

【...Game Screening‌...Game Loading‌...】

[The game is loaded successfully. 】

[System Prompt: Player Bailiu/Spade has logged into the game copy "Evil God Sacrifice·Boathouse"]