[Oh oh oh, this world isn’t full of good people! He will definitely die!]
The evil child looked at the barrage, all wanting him dead, and he showed a fearful expression.
But he thought to himself:
"Everyone wants me dead... I won’t die."
This child’s evilness, and his threat in this storytelling round, far exceeded people’s expectations.
He timidly said:
"I... I don’t know how to be better than the last one, but does a dog count?"
"I... I heard before that you shouldn’t feed dogs chocolate, so I..."
He was almost laughing.
Thinking of those dead dogs, still wagging their tails at him before they died, he found it amusing.
"They are so stupid, they can’t hurt me, right? Facts have proven... accidents will be as realistic as possible, the bullied might face their enemies again and still be bullied."
The evil child thought meticulously, and he began to realize that these dogs together are stronger than humans.
Indeed, this time his bullying target was a group of dogs, the danger level was higher than ordinary people.
The story is simple, and the way the evil child narrated it didn’t involve any skills.
Using animals to evoke emotions, no skills needed, just telling what he did truthfully was enough to make the audience angry.
The evil child did something simple—poisoning.
He had once poisoned three dogs, then posted the entire process of the dogs’ dying moments online.
These three dogs were all strays, the kind that didn’t bite people, scavenging for food from multiple households or dumpsters.
The three dogs were big in size, but they respected humans.
If anyone fed them, they would follow that person for a long time, but understanding that this person wouldn’t take them in, they would leave on their own.
Occasionally, they would help guard homes, it’s said there was once a thief in the neighborhood, and the security was alerted by the dogs barking, successfully preventing the theft.
They didn’t belong to anyone but were friendly to the neighborhood residents and strangers alike.
Including the evil child.
When the evil child fed them chocolate, they obediently stretched their heads, hoping the child would pet them.
In the end, they all died.
The evil child arranged their bodies in a triangle. He stood in the center of the triangle and took a selfie.
That’s true talent.
The chef suddenly realized... this evil child is the biggest competitor.
Everyone thought the game rules were that the last one standing wins.
To be the last one standing, one must have both anticipation value and avoid getting hurt by accidents.
Plus, the story itself cannot be too perverse.
Now the chef’s audience increased in perversion value, giving him a headache, thinking about what more perverse things he has done.
But this evil child made him realize... evilness doesn’t need killing or fighting, just being bad is enough.
After the evil child finished speaking, almost everyone’s anticipation value dropped.
[Really want to see him bitten to death!]
[Poor dogs.]
[I don’t even like dogs, I somewhat dislike them, but I understand some dogs are indeed partners of humans! So hateful!]
The evil child still maintained a fearful expression, but inside he was delighted.
People’s hatred for him, coupled with their inability to kill him, was his source of joy.
Wen Xishu thought, why do these people... qualify to tell stories with me?
Are they qualified ones?
If they are... in this Desire Tower, who should I protect, save, or kill?
He also hated the evil child, but his thinking was more macro.
Evil child’s story’s anticipation value 295.
Currently leading by a wide margin.
When facing talent, effort is insignificant. The Snake-tongued Woman’s biggest realization.
She’s in a terrible mood now.
"There’s still that man with the knife, the chef, and that fool..."
"I will win, right? That fool is so disgusting, his audience wouldn’t want to see more of his disgusting stuff, right?"
This world won’t be limited to fleshly desires, right?
The next storyteller is none other than Wen Xishu.
[Man with the knife! Finally starting your story?]
[I’ve watched so many rounds, those who switch to telling different types of stories halfway are quite rare.]
[Will his story be related to the knife?]
This time’s story duration increased from one minute to two minutes. Wen Xishu can tell many details...
But Wen Xishu was motionless.
Closing in on the moment he had to start, his knife trembled more intensely.
Wen Xishu was entirely enveloped by a sense of crisis.
"Can’t tell!"
This thought impacted Wen Xishu, like a warning.
Actually, Wen Xishu didn’t intend to tell this story either, to be safe, he decided to tell something else first.
But even so, after selecting a certain story for the grand finale, he felt something trying to lock onto him.
It was an extremely dangerous feeling.
The feeling was so strong that Wen Xishu believed it was a warning from another.
That person was unseen, intangible, but harbored no malice.
"This feeling is too intense, this sense of unease... almost becoming tangible, truly terrifying."
Wen Xishu realized, between distant times and spaces, someone was warning him—not just in this round, but in every round after, better not mention Wen Chaohua.