My future diary cannot be the last one

Duan Yaojiu is a gambling master.

But it is different from what many people imagine. The so-called gambling masters are just tools used by the real big shots to have fun.

It's like a cricket fight versus a cockfight.

Like gladiators in the Roman Colosseum.

He is the crickets and chickens raised by the big shots, and then he bets his life and all his wealth on the gambling table like a gladiator.

However, Duan Yaojiu was not willing to do this. He wanted to change his destiny, and he wanted to make those big shots who trampled on his dignity, but didn't even realize that they were trampling on his dignity, pay the price for despising him, trampling on him, insulting him, and ignoring him.

He worked hard on this for many years.

He entered the industry at the age of sixteen and followed his master to all the major casinos. At that time, he swore: Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young people into poverty!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye he is thirty years old.

Relying on his own talent and the skills passed down by his master, he successfully made a name for himself on the road, so he vowed again at that time: Don't bully the middle-aged and poor!

Time is not forgiving, and he is fifty years old.

This time he felt a great panic, because he clearly felt that his energy had dropped. His original flexible skills would occasionally make mistakes, and his memory began to deteriorate. All kinds of situations made him fearful: because of his situation and the three... At ten years old there is no difference.

He is still a cricket.

And he is still an old cricket. Although he lives a seemingly luxurious life and has a twenty-year-old wife, his status has not changed at all.

He watched the big shots calling the shots.

Look at their successors in high spirits.

Seeing that they show respect on the surface, in fact, as long as he loses the bet, he will immediately turn his back on them and ignore them, with superficial smiles and deep indifference.

He was unwilling to give in.

He wanted to be "them," those "big guys." He also wants to control the situation, and he also wants to trample on other people's dignity. He also wants to slap someone on the face, and the other person has to turn the other cheek to him and say "well done" while showing a flattering smile.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully the elderly and poor!

Finally, on his fiftieth birthday, Duan Yaojiu got an opportunity. A "secret society" sent him a medium book for the ceremony.

【Murder Game】

Using the media book, Duan Yaojiu contacted the so-called "God of Murder", and the "God of Murder" designed an exquisite "murder plan" for him. As long as he could complete the murder according to the plan, he would Consider yourself a believer and grant yourself supernatural power.

Extraordinary one!

Duan Yaojiu was no stranger to this term, because among the big names he envied, some of them had disappeared from the world because they offended extraordinary beings.

So he implemented the plan without hesitation.

He killed his wife, turned her into a "female ghost" in the game, and then carefully selected twelve elites from all walks of life.

After all, the more capable the murder target is, the more likely it is to please the God of Murder by killing it.

Everything is so perfect.

However, just when he was about to show off his grand ambitions and use this ceremony to reborn, bid farewell to the past, be reborn in Nirvana, and become a master from now on -

"I'm your father!"

Duan Yaojiu felt that his dignity as a murderer had been insulted. However, in this game, he should be the one who insults people.

This feels bad.

Because it will make him feel that nothing has changed about him. When he was sixteen, he was still the stinky cricket that everyone could step on.

".Bastard!"

In a rage, Duan Yaojiu directly activated the mute ban for all members.

The self-introduction session is cancelled.

"Next, I will introduce the rules of the game"

Draw ghost cards.

Death Game.

Duan Yaojiu stared at No. 13 on the screen. There is always a chance. As long as the game continues, he will sooner or later see the pitiful appearance of No. 13 who draws the ghost card and howls miserably during the execution time, begging for mercy in embarrassment, only to be ruthlessly rejected by himself.

But what he didn't expect was that this scene would happen so quickly.

"Uh-huh!"

As soon as the shuffling of the cards ended, Duan Yaojiu saw No. 13 on the screen, with lightning speed, accurately drawing out the ghost cards before everyone else.

"Hahaha!"

Duan Yaojiu jumped up from his seat on the spot.

God willing! God’s will!

In ecstasy, Duan Yaojiu didn't even bother with the other players who were drawing cards, and directly announced the end of the first round: "Let us congratulate player No. 13! Although you look really handsome when you draw cards, your luck is really bad. , there is a one-in-ten chance that I will be hit by you!"

"But to reward your courage."

"I can give you a chance to speak. Let you share your feelings. Is there nothing in this world worth your nostalgia?"

The clown spoke very nicely.

But there is a strong sense of bad taste in the words. It is obvious that I just want to listen to the other party's wailing, let him beg for mercy and then cruelly reject him.

Microphone markers restored.

Xun Xi can speak now.

But what to say? Xun Xi thought about it and felt that if Duan Yaojiu hadn't organized this game, he might not have immediately discovered the purpose of the diary. Without this ritual, he might not be able to become a transcendent. And now that he was dying, what could he say to him?

He thought about it.

Thinking of this, Xun Xi immediately clapped her hands, then turned on the microphone and sang softly: "Listen to me~Thank you~Because you~warm the four seasons."

clown:"???"

The weird tune echoed in all the players' rooms, including Duan Yaojiu's own room. It was obviously very pleasant, but it made everyone shiver. In a sense, his goal of creating an atmosphere of terror and despair has actually been achieved.

But Duan Yaojiu was very dissatisfied because he was also somewhat infiltrated.

"Are you crazy because you can't bear the pressure? What a bad luck." The clown cursed in a low voice and decisively pressed the button, preparing to enter the execution time.

However, this time, the murderous female ghost did not respond to him.

"what happened?"

The clown was very surprised and pressed the button a few more times. As a result, the murderous ghost still didn't respond, and the first-person view of the execution that was supposed to be opened did not appear.

"Thank you~Thank you for having you~The world is more beautiful~"

"I want to thank you ~ because of you ~ love is always in my heart ~"

"Thank you~Thank you for having you~Pass happiness~"

The inexplicable and scary singing was still echoing in the room, and the clown suddenly sat up in panic for no reason. However, not long after, the execution footage was restored.

".What are you doing?"

Seeing the familiar execution scene, the door with the number 13 is right in front of you. The clown breathed a sigh of relief and secretly cursed himself for caring and scaring himself. Then he readjusted his mentality and planned to enjoy the monster's killing of people during the execution time as planned.

Immediately afterwards——

"Dong dong dong."

The clown heard a knock on the door.