[Feature: Skilled in theft.]
The great sword did not fall. It was because in the final four seconds, the shifty-eyed man told a story.
Although it was only one sentence, it counted as a story, so the shifty-eyed man survived.
At least, he wouldn’t die by the knight’s great sword, nor by another rule.
But the shifty-eyed man’s expectation value was plummeting.
Wen Xishu couldn’t see the barrage in the shifty-eyed man’s eyes, but based on the barrage in his own eyes, he could guess it.
[Is that the story? Just that?]
[Disband, he’s definitely dead.]
[If I were the audience over there, I’d be pissed. What the hell kind of story is this.]
[Me, neighbors, done? Where’s the emotion? The conflict? The golden finger? Not even a golden Chapter! Rubbish!]
[Hope this guy won’t disappoint us, look at him analyzing away, don’t let it end up with him choking on a fart.]
These barrages appeared in Wen Xishu’s eyes, and it could be imagined... the barrages in the shifty-eyed man’s eyes should be even worse.
[I want to go back! I want to go back... This place is so terrifying!]
A special barrage, completely different in appearance from the others, floated by, and Wen Xishu recognized it... that was a mental barrage.
This barrage wasn’t from anyone else, it was from the shifty-eyed man himself.
Wen Xishu couldn’t touch the barrage because he couldn’t move.
Expectation value, 2.
"Your story isn’t that exciting unless there’s something lower than 2, otherwise, after this round of stories and accidents ends, you’ll die. But next, you still have a chance to turn things around~ I hope you and your story are strong enough."
That mysterious synthesized voice reappeared.
This time, Wen Xishu sharply captured extremely critical information!
"In other words, if the story’s expectation value is very low... After a round of storytelling, the one with the lowest expectation value... will be executed, that is to say, not telling a story, not telling a story that fits the theme, and telling the worst story, will all lead to death..."
"But there’s also an extremely crucial, extremely crucial piece of information!"
"This round of stories and accidents..."
"I know about the stories, but what about accidents? Why say that he still has a chance to turn things around next, is it referring to the accident?"
Stories, accidents...
Wen Xishu boldly guessed, could it be... the stories told will manifest as accidents in the castle?
Some stories, when told, seem very mundane, without highlights— but what if they became reality?
The more Wen Xishu thought about it, the more possible it seemed.
So storytelling is divided into two parts: telling and encountering. If you don’t want to die...
It’s best not to make the story too outrageous, otherwise the accident could be very terrifying.
But then again, if the story is not outrageous, there are no highlights...
If the expectation value is low, you die just the same.
He immediately understood where the difficulty of this castle story meeting lay.
At this moment, Wen Xishu looked at the Snake-tongued Woman.
The second storyteller was the Snake-tongued Woman. The knight behind her, his eyes began to shine.
The Snake-tongued Woman was also very scared, but not to the point of being unable to tell a story.
Her story was very boring. Very dull. It made Wen Xishu feel disgusted.
"I got entangled with a married man, I took that woman’s husband away, and I took her daughter’s father away too."
"I like older men, I like calling him daddy. I like to fulfill humanity’s highest mission with him."
What a boring story... In Wen Xishu’s eyes, it wasn’t even as good as stealing something.
But guess what?
The expectation value exploded.
Everyone’s expectation value dropped to around 5. The woman’s expectation value directly rose to 155.
[Am I the only one who doesn’t love dirty talk?]
[There’s so little barrage, this guy is really pitiful...]
[Heterosexuality makes me feel sick.]
[It can be understood, after all, only by shifting to that can you see the "accident," who wouldn’t want to see this story turned into an accident happen.]
Scattered barrages floated by, confirming Wen Xishu’s suspicion from the information in the barrage.
That is to say, stories will soon manifest as accidents based on the story’s content.
The woman seducing men, calling them daddy...
Such a boring story, Wen Xishu found it dull, but the audience, all old perverts, loved it.
This round of stories hadn’t even ended, but without a doubt, a dark horse, a trump card had already appeared.
Wen Xishu thought of the qualified person he had once sent out of the Reversed Seven Mansion, Yin Junchi.
If Yin Junchi were here, he would certainly be in despair, right?
All the suspense, all the slaughter, all the rebirth and transmigration golden fingers, all the voodoo, necromancy
Couldn’t compare to dirty talk.
If Wen Xishu were the initiator of this story meeting, he would surely erect a signboard with four bold characters—No Dirty Talk.
He quickly blocked out these miscellaneous thoughts.
To defeat someone who tells dirty stories... afraid it could only be done by outlandish and exciting stories.
You can’t seriously think about telling dirty stories yourself, right? Cross-dressing? That would be too humiliating for myself. I would rather go to the ninetieth floor of Slaughter Tower and fend for myself.
But the difficulty also comes, stories that are outlandish and exciting will make the accident very terrifying...
So, in the end, how to balance and tell a good story?
Wen Xishu pondered.
He still had the time to think, because the third storyteller was not him.
The third storyteller was a chubby chef.
What evil deeds the chef had done... actually, not many people cared. The chef looked like Coach Anxi in a basketball manga Wen Xishu read in his past life when he had gotten fat.
He gave off a harmless and gentle feeling.
Rather than everyone anxiously awaiting the story to end, and the accident to start, and the Snake-tongued Woman to call daddy...
Everyone was not really looking forward to the next story.
[Hurry up and finish!]
[Suggest to skip directly.]
[I want dirty talk!]
These barrages didn’t appear in the chef’s eyes but appeared in the Snake-tongued Woman’s eyes.
Her barrage was all [hurry, hurry, hurry, I’m so anxious] and the like.
She showed a confident smile, obviously she had also figured out the game rules by now.
I am a goddess! What do you have to fight with me? The most-watched movies by all men in the world must be those types of movies!
I am naturally invincible!
But then something unexpected happened.
The chef slowly said:
"My story... ah, the evil I have done, I need to think, should I start with frying my mistress, or making my wife into wife cakes?"
"Ah~ let’s start with frying the mistress first then."
Wen Xishu internally exclaimed, oh, there’s another expert?
The chef looked at the woman with his gentle smile:
"My mistress, her tongue is as long as yours, guess what her tongue’s texture was like?"
The Snake-tongued Woman’s expression changed dramatically, looking at the expectation values rising rapidly above the chef’s head, she had only one feeling in her mind—
Encountering a naturally gifted contestant, fighting with all effort, but unable to win.