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#591 - terrorist

Gao Yi did not, or rather was unable to, stop the actions of this "Outer God" believer.

To be honest, this dream-like world before our eyes was created by him.

But the current situation is clearly out of control.

With the "dish announcement" session after winning the mahjong game, the dream that took place in the "Ripple Masquerade" changed again.

The most conspicuous one is naturally the believer of "Foreign God".

His original appearance, that of a middle-aged man, fell off like a layer of skin.

And emerging from the blood was a hunchbacked old man with skin as pale as a dead person.

To be honest, the original uncle’s image wasn’t that good, but he was still much better than this old man.

His face was full of wrinkles, swollen eye bags covered his eyes, pustules appeared on the exposed skin, and the blood stains all over his body made the disgusting level reach another level.

But if you think about it carefully, perhaps only those whose spines have been crushed by fate would be willing to sacrifice their rotten bodies to the gaze deep in the starry sky.

Isn’t the same situation happening to Zheng Qiqing’s father, Zheng Minghua?

Give these desperate people a little hope, and they will naturally be willing to give up everything...

And now what this believer has gained by giving up everything is the gift from the "outer gods".

As the blood fell, a very conspicuous pattern of pustules and scars appeared on the old man's naked back.

That is... "Seven Barrels"?

If I remember correctly, the "leader" on the "Nankang Evening News Building" corresponds to the "Wutong".

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the code name for the members of their "Mahjong faction".

I just don't know which one is more advanced, "Seven-tube" or "Five-tube"...

In any case, the "Seventh Barrel" has finally demonstrated the ritual that the "Fiveth Barrel" never really completed.

“Hehe…Hehe…”

The old man's throat emitted a rumbling wheeze, and the raised scars on his rugged back were wriggling.

The thirteen guests whose heads turned into mahjong tiles suddenly stiffened.

Then, to the sound of the parade's carnival songs, their mahjong heads...flew up.

Yes, it literally flew.

The jade-bottomed mahjong tiles, which were splattered with blood, emitted exhaust gas like rockets, roaring in the air and stirring up a bloody wind. The suspended blood-stained jade tiles reorganized in mid-air.

Just as it says, "all the same color, three hidden holes, clear door and self-draw, 9 points jump to full".

Those headless bodies finally lost the ability to move and fell heavily backwards.

Although this is a world where dreams and reality merge, this kind of death is still death...

But for Gao Yi now, he no longer has time to care about those dead guests.

The "Seventh Barrel" in front of him was obviously planning something.

"Assault formation, go ahead and kill that old man!"

Ma Jianai, who was standing against the wall, no longer hesitated. He shouted sternly, raised his hand and ordered his poker guards to step forward and attack the "Seventh Barrel" directly.

The twelve guards pulled out different weapons from their waists, including daggers, pistols, strange-shaped toy golden hoop sticks, and a man whose arms turned directly into claw blades.

It can be seen that some of them are players, but more of them should simply have been blessed by the "Outer Gods" and thus improved.

At the command, a group of people rushed forward with apparently little coordination, aiming directly at the "Seventh Barrel".

At this moment, Gao Yi turned his head and looked at Zheng Qiqing on the side:

"I suddenly thought of a joke, do you want to hear it?"

"........ha?"

The pink-haired girl was visibly stunned. I guess she didn't expect to hear such a question at this time.

Zheng Qiqing, who witnessed everything that just happened, was obviously very nervous.

In this semi-dream world full of mental pressure, she kept biting her lower lip and clutching the lace of her skirt tightly, her nails almost digging into the soft flesh of her palms.

Zheng Qiqing never expected that the investigator Yang, who seemed to be in control of the situation, would suddenly ask such a question...

However, for Gao Yi, the pink-haired girl's silence was already considered her tacit consent.

In other words, no matter what the other party responds to, he has decided to tell the joke...

"Who lives there?"

"The terrifying denominator lives there! Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Gao Yi successfully amused himself.

To be honest, this joke is still somewhat interesting.

But the current situation is obviously not suitable for laughing.

At least Zheng Qiqing couldn't laugh...

She just showed a somewhat confused look, then pretended to be calm and turned her gaze back to the "Seventh Barrel".

The pink-haired girl naturally didn't know that this was Gao Yi's habit of relieving stress.

She just silently lowered the "predictability" of [Investigator-Sheep] by a few levels in her heart, and then began to praise [Investigator-Snake]...

The other audience members in the "Ripple Masquerade" ballroom did not focus on Gao Yi's laughter.

Only the "zhihuzheya" looked at him with interest, as if he was curious about what the joke was so funny.

As for the waiters and hosts on the podium, they didn't care about Gao Yi at all.

The reason was not complicated. During the time he was telling jokes, the first round of battle with "Seven Tubes" had already ended.

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