The rules of the game were simple, four people would understand as soon as they heard it, they all knew this link would kill two people, keep two people alive, the probability was the same, purely by luck.
Wu Ling was the first to speak: "Judge, I want to gamble against Wen Donglai."
The rest said nothing, for them it was the same whoever they gambled against, it was just looking at luck anyway.
Su Mo looked at this woman and nodded slightly: "Okay."
Then, Su Mo took out a revolver, loaded a bullet in front of everyone, then spun it around a few times before sliding the magazine into the gun.
"For this link I will gamble against you with a gun instead, if any of you think I will hand the gun over for you to find a chance to escape, then I'm afraid not, you have no chance, hahahaha..." Su Mo said jokingly.
"Wu Ling, would you like to go first?" he asked.
"I'll go first," Wu Ling nodded.
Su Mo was quite admiring of this woman's courage, although not a good person, she was decisive in her actions, not controlled by emotions, she was a character, it was a pity she was a woman.
He raised the gun and held it against Wu Ling's head, then pulled the trigger without hesitation. The next second, there was no reaction, a bead of cold sweat slipped down Wu Ling's forehead.
She looked coldly at Wen Donglai: "It's your turn."
Wen Donglai was also someone who had seen the big scene, he gave a cold snort: "Come on then."
Su Mo then turned the muzzle towards Wen Donglai, and pulled the trigger again. He was lucky again, still no sound.
Next, without needing to say more, Su Mo once again loaded a bullet, spun it around, and held it against Wen Donglai's forehead.
"Bang!"
This time, Wu Ling's luck was not so good. Her watermelon exploded, brain splattered everywhere. This pitiful yet hateful woman's life ended in this moment.
No one knew what this woman had experienced, it must have been extremely unspeakable, at least there were no pleasant memories.
Wen Donglai was splattered with blood, but he had no reaction, just maintaining a cold sneer.
"Very good, it's your turn now," said Su Mo, turning to look at Gangzi and Liu Fenglin.
"I'll go first," Gangzi spoke first, also with a deadpan expression, as if he did not care about death at all.
Su Mo smiled, then took out another bullet to load, spun it around, and held it against Gangzi's forehead.
"Bang!"
There was a one in six chance, but it still happened. Just as the game had just begun, and Liu had not even started feeling nervous yet, the game was over.
Su Mo did not cheat, he just wanted to see who was lucky and who was unlucky. The result was obvious, this bastard Gangzi was ill-fated.
Liu was also splattered with blood. His whole body began to tremble, his facial muscles shook violently, and he made inhuman screams from his mouth "Ah... Ah... Ah ah ah!"
"Where's the towel, I want a towel, a lot of towels..."
Seeing Liu who seemed to be going mad, Su Mo was not angry. He understood, so he gestured to Gao Ming.
Gao Ming quickly brought out a stack of clean pure white towels and handed them to Liu, and also untied his restraints.
Liu took the towels as quickly and eagerly as a dying man who had gotten medicine. He immediately started to quickly clean his face and the various filth on his body.
A few minutes later, Liu was much better, but he was still trembling all over, tingling all over his scalp, as if countless ants were biting him.
"Can I have some water and new clothes?" he asked fearlessly but politely.
Su Mo grinned wickedly: "Of course you can."
Then, Gao Ming also brought him water and a new white coat. A few more minutes later, Liu was like an addict who had gotten over his addiction, feeling relieved all over, and let out a heavy sigh "Ha----".
"Thank you," he said to Su Mo.
Su Mo laughed loudly: "You should indeed thank me. Although, I have always readily provided a 'ball' to the dying, you are an exception."
After saying this, Su Mo laughed at his own pun, he felt he had used it very cleverly, and was very satisfied.
"Alright, there are just the two of you left. We should move on to the final game, the name of this game is Called What You Need. How is it, great name right?
The rules are simple, there is a box here with many small strips of paper in it. Each round you both draw out one strip.
The paper has different body parts written on it, whatever part you draw, I will take that part from your body.
Until one of you can't take it anymore and dies, then the other person automatically wins.
Of course, we've also arranged a bonus prize, to reward the winner, I will also give one last lottery draw, aren't I so generous, I just have this kind of magnanimous personality."
After Su Mo had finished speaking, Gao Ming brought over a box and walked in front of Liu. Liu's eyelids twitched violently, but he knew he had no choice but to refuse. So he could only tremblingly draw out a strip of paper.
Next, Gao Ming also walked in front of Wen Donglai. Wen Donglai also drew out a strip of paper with a cold face.
The final result came out, Liu had drawn three toes, Wen Donglai had drawn two fingers.
"It seems you are both quite lucky, for the first round, it's quite easy, won't lose too much blood. Don't worry, I'm very professional, although not as good as Dr. Liu, but I'm also very skilled."
As Su Mo spoke, he excitedly put on a pair of white gloves. Then, from who knows where, he found a pair of glasses without lenses and put them over his eyes.
In his mind, that thin line had been pulsating for a long time. Su Mo could finally let it out. He gently released that strand of emotion in his mind.
The next moment, Su Mo's expression changed. No longer manic and excited, but with a professional, focused expression. His actions also slowed down, becoming meticulous and orderly.
He picked up a brand new white coat, put it on, and gently smoothed out the creases in the coat, patting imaginary dust off the clothes.
Finally, after the equipment was fully geared up, he slowly walked towards the operating table that had been prepared earlier.
Without Su Mo instructing, while Su Mo was dressing up, Gao Ming had already moved Liu onto the operating bed and tied him up.
Of course, Wen Donglai did not escape either, he was also tied to another operating bed by Gao Ming.
The two struggled a bit, but were controlled by Gao Ming with a mini stun device, unable to resist.
Su Mo walked to Liu's bedside, looking at Liu's feet, and muttered: "Excessive sweating, rinse with clean water first, then disinfect with alcohol, hmmm, this way..."
As he spoke, he picked up the towel, then put the towel in a basin of water, moving elegantly, professionally, and aesthetically.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
