Chapter 152 Earning 90 Million in a Week 16

"Your president hasn't replied yet? That's too slow."

A few drops of sweat oozed from Dice's forehead, "It should be soon..."

His eyes involuntarily glanced at the bottom of the screen, where the bounty amount was being refreshed rapidly. Up to this moment, the rewards he received were still considerable.

But those big customers haven't shown up yet...

Dice died of suicide by taking poison. The poison corroded his body into a tattered state, but it brought him help after his death. His ability is called "Ant Crawling", which can make the other party in the PK feel painful and itchy, as if 10,000 ants are crawling on their body, hence this nickname.

His live broadcasts are known for being bloody and violent.

If Tangze is an elegant blood harvester who never dirty his own territory, Dice is the complete opposite. Old fans often say that the screen is blurred with blood when his PK is over - of course, ghosts have no blood, this is his unique ability.

However, his ability has a fatal flaw.

The itchy pain he caused to his enemies was the price he paid for by sacrificing himself first. In other words, he had to make his body emit bloody fireworks continuously so that the opponent's live broadcast room would reflect the same beautiful scenery. If he encountered an enemy stronger than him, this trick would be useless because the opponent could resist his assimilation.

Some can even assimilate themselves...

Dice glanced at the smiling woman opposite him with fear. She was smiling all the time and seemed to be sure of winning. Dice knew that she was so confident for a reason.

Everyone in Linya City knows that my mother is the master of assimilation ability.

It is unknown what her strange ability inherited from some cause of death. It can not only make children continuously emerge from her belly to fight for her, but also release boundless maternal instincts... It is said that every anchor who competes with her for more than fifteen minutes will spontaneously have a mother's mentality, glow with the glory of maternal love, and become very eager to protect their children...

Not to mention that her crazy children would bring the curse to the live broadcast room on the opposite side, and the mother and son would team up to torture to death the anchors who were smiling and stroking their bellies... Such images were widely circulated in the competition.

Thinking that he would leave the same social death image later, Dice couldn't help but shudder -

He knew the president's intention in placing him first.

It wasn't because he was strong enough to defend the first game, nor was it because he had similar assimilation abilities to his mother. He arranged for himself to be the first goalkeeper, which was actually a disguised abandonment.

He saved most of his strength for the [Team Battle] later... Dice felt sad, as if the game was over.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a heavenly voice.

"dice?"

A strange face flashed on the screen, and Dice recognized it, "...Inquisitor?"

"To make a long story short, you can now do this to her..."

The judge said this and that, and Dice looked doubtful, "Is that all? Just like that?"

"You should know that the president didn't expect you to win this time."

After hearing his words, Dice lowered his head slightly, “I know.”

"What I said won't change the situation. But it would be nice to dampen her enthusiasm a little." The judge seemed to have deep meaning.

"The first priority of a live broadcast is that the host should not be confused. What if she gets confused after hearing these words? If you seize this opportunity, you can recover a lot. Do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean..."

The dice are flying with emotions——

His top-ranked ones haven't moved yet because they are waiting.

When he uses his ability, blood-red fireworks will burst out on the screen.

Blood and violence are his unique characteristics, and his crushing and cruelty to his enemies hit their hearts. Every time he receives a large reward, it is because he makes the other party suffer a loss, and the visual feast of blood rushing in the live broadcast rooms of both sides.

They are not only waiting, they are also gambling.

Bet he won't be pinned to the ground tonight, bet he has a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Yes, there is no possibility for him to beat his mother, but the purpose of PK is to obtain more underworld money, and live broadcast is a platform for their abilities to shine. What the audience wants to see is the vitality they present and the turning point that emerges from the struggle between life and death.

What if he struggled desperately and made his mother panic for a moment?

At that moment...there will always be audiences giving him applause.

"I see."

Before this, he had no confidence at all, but after the judge said so, he felt a little hope, after all, he had defeated Tang Ze.

Dice took a deep breath.

"I'll do as you say. Wait for the best time."

In one fell swoop, take away...the underworld money in the pockets of the top two on the list!

"It seems you understand." The judge nodded and looked at his mother through the screen.

In the live broadcast space, there is no distinction between far and near, and the distance between his mother and the dice is the same.

The woman who had been waiting for a long time seemed to be vaguely impatient, but the action of patting her belly made her look very patient, able to wait for the birth of a child and even more so for the death of the enemy.

She also looked at Jiang Yuelu, "I heard that you are the last one. It seems that Ximujin regards you as his trump card."

"I'd love to know why he thinks so highly of you...let me guess."

"You seem to know exactly what's wrong with Tang Ze, and you tied his enemy to the judgement chair." Mom laughed, "But you can't do this to me, because you don't know where I come from, what I hate, and why I linger. This is a secret, a woman's secret. Only I know it."

"How do you know I don't know?" the Inquisitor interrupted coldly.

It is impolite to interrupt others. Jiang Yuelu would not do that, but the judge would.

In a confrontation, as long as you interrupt the opponent, you can ignore the difference in strength and make yourself look taller and more powerful. When broadcasting live, with tens of thousands of eyes watching, you can lose anything but your momentum.

Mom laughed, she didn't take it seriously.

"Guessing a woman's secret and guessing it right makes you look ungentlemanly."

"You guessed wrong, and that makes you look ridiculous."

"If you still want to take the risk, then I admire your courage, but pity your stupidity."

The Inquisitor was very cold, "I won't tell you."

"This live broadcast is not mine. I will wait for you at the finish line, waiting for you to succumb to my sword with all your victory. Of course, the premise is that you must be a good person who deserves sympathy. Otherwise——"

Mom narrowed her eyes, "Otherwise?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a black rapier was hanging at her throat. In full view of everyone, the rapier that seemed to be across the screen actually left a line of blood on the mother's fair neck.

"I will not be so merciful in the final judgment."

The whole audience was in uproar——

“What the hell???”

“How did you do that???”

"Mom is injured?! Am I seeing right?!"

…

Only the corpses and some sharp-eyed guys could tell that this was just a little trick.

After joining the Corpse Society, the painful great sword condensed by Jiang Yuelu can go to the live broadcast room of his companions, but that's all, at most the black sword will be suspended in the air. But as long as the angle is chosen appropriately, the audience will have the visual error that the sword is already suppressed on the mother's neck.

And right after that, Tang Ze's ability came in handy.

His blood line passed through the screen, and when Jiang Yuelu's conversation attracted her mother's attention, it rose up and cut a bloody mark on her throat.

As long as the timing is just right, there will be an illusion that Jiang Yuelu hurt her mother after making a bold statement.

“Maybe someone will see through it, but the truth can easily be drowned out in the screen swiping. When everyone is excited about the same thing, everyone will hate the person who stands up and tells the truth because it spoils the fun.” This is how Jiang Yuelu explained when she proposed this plan to Ximujin.

A mother who is well versed in the rules of live streaming must also know this.

So she won't explain anything.

The Inquisitor ignored the barrage of comments. He looked down at my mother from above, retracted the black sword, and waved it in his hand in a very provocative manner.

Before leaving, he left a message for the dice.

"I leave it to you."

"666666, I didn't realize that our cold-blooded Inquisitor has such a strong sense of team spirit."

"Today, I am a fan of the Corpse Society!"

"Come on Dice, we are with you!"

"Go dice!"

…

There were many voices of encouragement in the barrage, and Dice even saw that the big brother on the list gave him a small reward, which moved him to tears.

He knew that all this was caused by that black sword and that line of blood.

The Inquisitor and Tang Ze stabilized the morale of the troops.

They turned the first level [Team Battle] of the night, which was no surprise, into a evenly matched moment. At this moment, his audience believed that he and his mother were standing at the same starting point - yes, why couldn't he stand in the same position as his mother.

Doesn’t every small anchor grow up from the very smallest?

More importantly, he began to believe it.

"I...I..." Dice raised his head.

Mom raised her eyes.

"I won't let it last just a moment."

Mom sneered, "Is this your last words before you die?"

"Of course not!"

Dice clenched his fists, and blood bubbles rose and fell all over his body like bubbles. At the same time, his mother frowned slightly, and she felt the pain coming from her abdomen.

"I'll make the situation evenly matched-" Dice roared.

"It will last until the last second of the night!"

Blood flew up to the sky and exploded in the air.

The beautiful and sad fireworks were reflected in my mother's eyes, and she stroked her abdomen so leisurely, as if the pain brought by the dice's full force was just beans dancing on her skin.

“Is it also the ability to assimilate?”

Seeing his mother still talking freely, Dice couldn't help swallowing.

He didn't dare to stop and clenched his fists even tighter. The loss of blood quickly drained his energy. He looked like a piece of red paper that was flattened and stood at attention.

"You are dying of pain now, right? But I am fine."

"My child will still be born safely, grow up safely, and come to you safely...hahahaha!" Accompanied by sharp laughter, the woman's belly was torn open by sharp joints, and a group of little skeletons crawled out of her belly, flying around on the screen like one little train after another.

Soon, the dice fist could no longer hold.

It seemed as if there were ten thousand black and white kaleidoscopes spinning before his eyes!

“Uh…”

A slight groan of pain escaped from Dice's throat. A dangerous feeling was devouring his vision and gnawing at his brain. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the weird thoughts.

"Mom, mom!" A group of little skeletons laughed.

“Mom, mom!”

"My children, the world outside is very dangerous. The brother in front of you is a bad guy. Mom has taught you before what to do when you encounter a bad guy."

"Kill him."

"Kill him!"

"Don't even think about it..."

His mother looked at him with pity. "Your live broadcast room must have blown up. Your top players must be very disappointed. Hello everyone, you are welcome to come anytime you want."

Hearing that she wanted to take her bosses away, Dice's face twisted in anger.

"You...don't even think about it..."

Mom tutted. "So why are you trying so hard right from the start? Let me see...it's only been five minutes. My boss won't be happy if we win so quickly."

Dice couldn't utter a word.

Mom waved her hand and said wearily, "Go on, kids, it's time for you to eat."

“Mom, mom!”

"Mother!"

Just as the children rushed forward and were about to tear the dice off the distant screen, he suddenly raised his hand and said, "You are wrong... I was waiting for this moment."

The first move he made was to get his mother to beat him up as soon as possible.

When he has hit the bottom, the next turnaround will be infinitely higher.

"What are you still struggling for?"

Dice whispered, "Zhang Xinmin became a monk."

The little skeletons were suspended in mid-air. They twisted their necks, looked at their mother, and called out weakly, but they could not wake her up. The bones that lost their support fell down one after another, and it seemed as if a heavy white rain was falling in the live broadcast room.

Mom raised her head and her tone was cold.

"What did you say?"