[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Deja Vu.

He was obviously a stranger, but in the boy's eyes, there was a strange sense of familiarity, as if somewhere he didn't remember or knew, the black-haired boy had already understood him in some way. the same as myself.Li Ban suddenly remembered the brief meeting outside the hotel, and it was the same at that time.

No more memory.

Elan looked at the new player with burning eyes.

There are so many monsters in the Nuliang group, anyone's experience will be a strange story, right?As a slippery ghost with a natural advantage in walking around the streets and watching around, Li Ban should know a lot of strange stories.

In stark contrast to the pensive carp companion and the expectant Ailan, there was a frightened crowd.

With the talent of the slick ghosts, they couldn't see the newcomers. ——But the boy above was clearly talking.

Is... an invisible monster?

After all, Yamamoto was well-informed in this area, and he calmly clapped his hands and called his human monster subordinates, leaving him by his side, feeling a little more at ease.However, after the initial fear subsided, everyone, including Yamamoto, realized that there was a new competitor.

Although they couldn't see it, everyone looked at the empty seat and gradually became dissatisfied.

The strange thing is that the black-haired boy and the new player are both monsters, but these people are respectful to the former and unkind to the latter... In fact, this is also very understandable.When the two monsters did not harm them, people's adaptability, or a certain spirit of self-comfort, made them ignore the issue of race and return to their own interests.

The young monster obviously loves to listen to stories, and he is generous with a lot of treasures; while the newcomer doesn't know what kind of ghost it is, but it seems that he is going to join Baimonugatari to get a share of the pie.

The God of Darkness had a panoramic view of the expression in the darkness, and tapped his cheek with his finger, his movements were a little mischievous.

Well……

Suddenly found that his prestige is super high.

Although this has something to do with him not hurting anyone, it doesn't matter if he is performing spontaneous human combustion or something, right?There are no civilians present, more or less related to the ruling class, and for these "big men" - as long as they can bring enough benefits, what is the death of a few people?

Especially in Japan, Mu Qiang has always had a serious mentality. As long as you are strong enough, the weak will sometimes enjoy it even if it is an insult.

The naturally cruel eyes moved around, and when the Dark God, who was irritated by the deteriorating stories, was excitedly choosing sacrifices, a somewhat hoarse magnetic male voice rang in his ears.

Elan readily forgot what he had just planned, and focused on listening.

It wasn't until he finished telling a story and blew out the candle in front of him according to the rules of the game that Nura Kotomo had time to sort out the reasons for all this.

In fact there is no reason.

It's just that his intuition told him that if he didn't say something to divert the attention of the incomprehensible boy, something bad would happen... Seeing another candle suddenly ignite, the disappointed looks of the people around him and the candlelight Looking at the ecstatic face reflected, Li Ban sighed.

I always feel that it is a bit troublesome.

The cabin space is closed.

Li Ban tried to stand up and walk out, but before reaching the deck, he ran into a transparent barrier, and had to turn back even though he couldn't break through with demon power.

To prevent escape?

He doubted it was necessary.

Relying on the fact that humans and monsters can't see him in the invisible state, Li Ban went all the places he could go, and the information he collected pointed to the obvious fact: let alone take the initiative, the people who participated in Hundred Stories on this ship Even if you rush, you can't drive away.

That is to say, this enchantment is specially used to prevent him?

The carp looks up to the sky.

Well, just look at the deck.

After going around and around, the optimistic Nuragumi second generation who is easy to think about everything has returned to Hyakumonogatari.

The boy was very fond of him, and soon, the candle in front of him was lit again.

Facing the envious and jealous eyes around him, Li Ban calmly told the story.

As Elan expected, the half-demon of the slippery ghost is talking about the strange stories of personal experience. Since the experience itself is tortuous and exciting enough, even a straightforward narration without various emotions and tricks sounds very interesting.

So there was a weird picture.

The other players not only couldn't see the person, but also couldn't hear the sound, they could only see the expression of the young man listening attentively. If it wasn't for the young man's majesty that had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the flame on the candle had indeed been blown out, they would have wondered if it was Mysterious.

Li Ban reached out to catch the thrown mirror and looked over in surprise.

The young man at the top smiled and said: "There are more rules here than in ordinary Baimonugatari—you can get rewards for the stories that I affirm. Come on, I am very optimistic about you, Xiao Nuliang." Time, the boy's clear voice continued, "The function of this mirror is to find people. You will use it."

The black eyes are transparent, as if staring at the future that is destined to happen.

In that future, Yamabuki Otome never returns, and dies of illness and depression alone in the hut.

For some reason, Li Ban felt a deep pain in his heart, but it disappeared in a few breaths, like a dream.

His fingers gripped the mirror.

"Thank you."

Hundred Stories seems to be a very democratic game.Everyone has an equal opportunity, and they take turns to speak out. Under the auspices of Elan, the atmosphere has become dictatorial. This was not obvious in the first half of the month, because everyone's level is not very different, and it seems that there is a little bit of rain and dew. However, after Li Ban came, the situation changed completely.

My lord, flipping through his brand too often!

The eye sockets of the players were moist.

Ran and egg.

In terms of soul and beauty, Nuliang Liban undoubtedly overwhelms the crowd, and it is not only the favor that is the problem. Ailan continued to light the candles in front of Liban in his own way amidst the "harsh advice" from the "courtiers". Holding the tea pot that has long since ceased to shine, one of them told each other. If it weren't for the occasional lighting and extinguishing of the candle, the others would not know that some invisible monster had finished telling a story.

But it doesn't make sense at all.

It ignites immediately after it is extinguished, there is no chance for others!

In the repeated hope and disappointment, the young man who already had two treasures heard a growing voice in his heart: not enough, not enough... more, more!All are mine!

His hand rested lightly on the gorgeous handle of the knife.

This is indeed a precious knife.

The knife is almost dull, like a ghost in the dark, extremely beautiful and gorgeous.

It's a pity that this knife didn't do its best.

The further he went, the thicker the air was, as if his hands and feet were soaked in the swamp and he couldn't move. The young man who suddenly woke up was dripping with cold sweat, and just when he wanted to ask for mercy, his mouth and nose were also submerged in the "swamp".Unable to move, unable to breathe, he sank into the "swamp", what madly poured into his seven orifices...

The carp partner who can see in the dark paused slightly, and Elan tilted his head to look at him, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Li Ban could see clearly.

Since it was that person who attacked the boy first, it is his own fault now.

So be it.

The carp companion continued to tell the story, while Elan didn't respond extraneously from the beginning to the end, and didn't pay any attention to the young man with tearing eyes.

Like a silent mime.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but there was little light in the position where the young man was, and no one noticed the blurred figure, so he suffocated to death in such despair.

"Dang bang."

The sound of the sword falling to the ground attracted everyone's attention. They called the name of the person who had obtained the sharp blade in the dark, but there was no response. When the light brightened, the dead body came into view.

"This……"

Anyone with a passing IQ can tell the whole story.

Their eyes quickly passed over the worthless corpse, and landed on the baby, which was about to move, but also worried about the young man not far away.

"Lord, look..."

"how?"

The boy who had put away his sword and pearls looked back at the speaker with clear and soft eyes.

This was a friendly look, but the person who made the sound seemed to see the boundless darkness, without a ray of light, even though the scene that seemed to be a hallucination disappeared quickly, he didn't dare to say any more, and changed the subject bluntly: " When is it our turn again?"

Heartfelt.

"Yup……"

"I already have a new story in mind."

Generally, men who are not good-looking and have ugly hairstyles look at you eagerly, which makes people have the urge to destroy.

Elan hurriedly watched the carp partner wash his eyes, then calmly lit the candle in front of him, and said happily, "Let me tell you a few first!"

After a round of applause, everyone sat upright and listened attentively.

The Dark God is very satisfied.

The light dimmed again, enhancing the atmosphere.

While listening carefully, everyone was struggling to focus on two tasks, thinking hard about the unconventional and surpassing words of praise from their companions, and then they thought and thought, and fell asleep one by one.

Elam has no talent for storytelling.He knew this matter a long time ago. People who listened to his stories either left in the middle of the story, or fell asleep listening to it, without exception-but this could not stop Elan from wanting to tell a story .Like this kind of thing, that's it.

Even if God gave you a talent for magic, but your favorite profession is a bard, then do you want to be a famous magician in the future, or a low-level bard?

For the Dark God who doesn't need to think about eating, the answer is of course the latter.

Money can't buy me happy.

At this time, Elan was happily telling stories, one after another, after bringing down all the humans present, he started to bring down the monsters again, and when he stopped, only Nuliang Liban survived. By.Fighting eyelids. Li Ban propped his head up. In his slow thinking, he opened his mouth, "You know me?"

The boy thought for a second, "I know Hua Piao."

Old man you bastard!

At the end of thinking this way, Li Ban fell asleep completely.