The second round of the storytelling event started quickly.
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...
Outside the house, there was a knock on the door.
Wen Xishu knew that the statue was inviting him back to the story hall.
"Alright, this conversation ends here. You will be sent back to your original positions unless something unexpected happens."
"Good luck to you all, I have other matters to attend to."
Wen Xishu appeared indifferent, as if merely busied with new tasks. He looked like the owner of the castle.
So capable, so full of life.
The An Family Brothers were thoroughly submissive, and Wen Xishu couldn’t help but think...
If this mission ends, could he, like Tang Rui, directly start the recruitment task for the An Family Brothers? Receive a recruitment letter or something.
So far, only Tang Rui had left him a message.
Wen Xishu quickly dismissed these distracting thoughts.
"Stop thinking about that. First... I need to prepare the second story."
"Who should I see this time?"
He had an answer internally but was not yet in a position to act on it.
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...
Eight people went in, seven came out.
The anticipation levels on the seven remaining heads hadn’t changed much, but the man with the thieving look was very scared.
Because the statues of the knights, each holding a great sword, again suspended their swords above their heads.
The huge statue in the middle of the hall said:
"Congratulations, everyone. You survived the accident segment."
"It seems that the victims in your stories were incompetent to kill you."
"But I think some of you already know... the audience’s abnormality level~ I hope your stories will be more perverse in the second round than in the first."
"Next, I will announce the special rule for the second round—in the second round, if the antagonist in your story is weaker than in the previous round, the anticipation level will drop to zero."
Wen Xishu immediately understood.
It meant that the strength of the antagonist in this round of stories had to be higher than in the previous round.
That was easy.
Everyone’s expressions were different. The spoiled child wondered who was more terrifying than the food delivery guy.
The chef thought about whether he had ever cooked something particularly strong.
The lecturer man frowned slightly, his wife? Or some student? Was there a way to measure their combat strength?
The difficulty of the stories was upgrading.
It was possible that the third round of stories would have even worse restrictions.
This made everyone realize they had to pace themselves and not tell their strongest story at once.
"Alright, everyone, the second round of the storytelling event is about to begin."
"But next, we need to deal with the one who had the lowest anticipation level in the last round~"
"Based on performance... unfortunately, you are eliminated."
The statue was clearly referring to the man with the thieving look.
The thieving man looked around in panic:
"Help me! Help me!"
No one could save him. The knight raised the great sword and stabbed straight down from the crown of his head, the sword piercing through his head down to his stomach.
The thieving man was dead.
"This man committed the crime of theft. In terms of the severity of the crime, he was possibly one of the least deserving of death..."
"I’m curious, what exactly is the task on this floor of Desire Tower?"
As the thieving man died, the second round of storytelling was about to begin.
The order of the storytelling had slightly changed.
The lecturer man was surprisingly the first to tell a story.
He thought for a moment, then started telling a story about another girl, this one more overweight.
In his view, an overweight girl’s combat power is higher than a thin one.
The stories were quite similar, just that this girl committed suicide but left no clues.
Phone, email, browser history, all were wiped clean.
The lecturer man got away scot-free this time.
"No one knows that the girl’s death is related to me. This makes me feel ecstatic! My ability has finally reached a seamless level!"
Wen Xishu felt that the lecturer man had the aura of the boss of this stage.
But it’s hard to say...
The chef, the fool, none of them were easy to deal with.
And there was a host, a person inside that huge statue holding the storytelling event.
He couldn’t deduce who the final boss of this castle storytelling event was, or what their purpose was.
But at this moment, Wen Xishu’s attention was not on that.
He closed his eyes as if he wasn’t listening to the lecturer man’s story at all.
This time, the duration of the stories extended from one minute to two minutes, allowing more techniques to complicate a simple story in order to boost anticipation levels.
The lecturer man thought so too, but Wen Xishu wasn’t listening, not because he didn’t care about the lecturer man’s storytelling skills...
But because Wen Xishu was focused on solving one matter.
In his heart, he repeatedly called out to something.
[What’s this kid doing with his eyes closed?]
[It feels like he’s calling upon a god.]
[Tell you what, it really looks like he’s summoning a god.]
At this moment, Wen Xishu’s expression was devout.
He really didn’t want to miss this opportunity because the storytelling event descended as an accident...
It meant he could actually use the castle’s mechanism to make his words come true, to make a wish successfully.
Whoever he wanted to see, as long as the story was reasonable enough.
Wen Xishu was indeed thinking this and was doing it.
In his mind, he kept murmuring a name.
"Wen Xishu, wake up quickly!"
"Wen Xishu, answer me quickly!"
"Wen Xishu, stop pretending to be dead! I know you are there! I know you are still deep in my consciousness!"
"Listen, we are on the same side!"
"I’ve been trying to own past memories, but you never give them to me!"
"Listen, your brother must have played tricks on you, right? Even if brothers have a good relationship, there are some pranks, right?"
In Wen Xishu’s mind, he thought of many, many people.
He thought of Scorpio, thought of Aries, but he feared these people.
He also thought of summoning Tang Rui, but that wasn’t urgent... because he could undoubtedly summon Tang Rui.
He also had Jack, with whom he could discuss advanced uses of mental bullet screens face to face.
He had too many choices.
But at this moment, Wen Xishu only wanted to do one thing.
He wanted to see the man who ran through it all yet never appeared.
He began to deeply call out his own name within his mind, but in fact, he was calling another Wen Xishu.
The fool Wen Xishu.
"I don’t have much time. If you don’t respond to me, you might never be able to see him!"
"Wen Xishu, answer me! Don’t you want to see your brother? Don’t you want to see Wen Chaohua?"
Wen Chaohua.
Wen Xishu needed the material—the material about Wen Chaohua.
When that name was called out from the depth of his heart...
Wen Xishu clearly felt an emotion rush through him.
In that instant, it was as if numerous fragments of memories flashed in Wen Xishu’s mind like images.
The intense longing made Wen Xishu feel heavy all of a sudden.
The familiar yet strange voice echoed in Wen Xishu’s mind.
"Can I... see my brother?"