And most importantly, at the door of this haunted house, there stood a sculpture of a clown, exactly the same as the clown they had seen before.
As Xiao Tangqiu and the others gradually approached the haunted house, a magical thing happened - the originally deserted and dark haunted house suddenly emitted light. Although the light was dim and flickering, and it seemed that it would go out at any time, it made the originally dead haunted house seem to "come alive" in an instant.
That’s right, “come alive”.
At the same time, the clown sculpture at the door of the haunted house suddenly moved.
"Shit! It's moving!"
“It’s moving!”
Compared to the anxiety and fear of Xiao Tangqiu and others, the tone of the other group was more excited and excited. With the completely different reactions of the fourteen people in the two teams, the clown sculpture also "came to life".
"Welcome to the haunted house!"
The clown said in an exaggerated tone, "This haunted house is extremely dangerous. You might even lose your life! Cowards should not enter! But... you don't have a choice! Everything is determined by fate!"
He pulled out a wooden box from somewhere. Something was clearly rolling inside the box, and there was a lot of it. His tone was full of temptation: "Come on! Players! Let's draw lots for fate!"
According to the rules of the game explained by the clown at the beginning, not everyone needs to do every project. Only those who draw the red ball will be in trouble. The red balls and black balls each account for half. In other words, only half of them need to enter this haunted house.
Everyone was staring intently at the box in the clown's arms, some with anticipation in their eyes, some with resistance. Xiao Tangqiu and Tang Mianmian looked at each other and smiled bitterly. If they could choose, they would certainly be willing to give this "adventure" opportunity to another team, but as the clown said, they had no choice, everything was the choice of "fate."
The seven people couldn't wait to rush to the clown and draw lots. The clown smiled and handed the wooden box to the first person who drew the lot.
“It’s a red ball!”
"Why is it a black ball..."
The person who drew the red ball was overjoyed, while the person who drew the black ball was dejected. Soon, all seven people had drawn. Three people drew the red ball, and four people drew the black ball. Next it was Xiao Tangqiu and the others' turn.
Everyone looked at each other, no one wanted to be the first to draw. Xiao Tangqiu sighed and decided to take the lead.
He calmly walked up to the clown and reached into the wooden box. There were still a few balls left in the box. He touched the balls one by one. Each ball felt the same, cold and there seemed to be no difference.
His luck has never been good. He has only won a few prizes since he was a child. Just when he was hesitating about which ball to draw, he suddenly met the gaze of the clown. The clown was looking straight at him, and his painted face seemed to be smiling. The smile was very eerie and weird.
Xiao Tangqiu paused, subconsciously let go of the ball in his hand, and picked up the ball next to him.
The clown's eyes flickered, and were extremely cold.
Xiao Tangqiu loosened his hand again...and the clown seemed to laugh again.
So he grabbed the ball without hesitation.
Xiao Tangqiu couldn't wait to take out the ball and take a look. He was a little surprised, but also as expected - it was a black ball.
The clown looked coldly at the black ball in Xiao Tangqiu's hand, seeming a little unwilling.
Tang Mianmian was the one who drew the lot after Xiao Tangqiu. Like Xiao Tangqiu, he rummaged around in the wooden box for a long time, touching this and that, and occasionally looking at the clown's expression. Finally, he made up his mind and took out his ball.
——It is also a black ball.
Tang Mianmian immediately breathed a sigh of relief and ran to stand with Xiao Tangqiu.
The remaining few people were trembling with fear. Those who drew the black ball breathed a sigh of relief, while those who drew the red ball looked annoyed. The otaku was the second to last to draw the ball. He did not compete with others and was obviously very confident in his luck.
He walked up to the clown with confidence, and after taking out a red ball, he instantly showed an expression of disbelief.
“This… How is this possible?!”
Now only the last ball is left. Seven red balls and six black balls have been drawn before. The result is self-evident.
The handsome boy who had been afraid to draw the lot cheered and rushed forward impatiently to draw the lot. Sure enough, it was a black ball.
"Black ball! Great!"
The otaku still looked incredulous: "How is this possible? My luck has always been good! This is impossible!"
Tang Mianmian glanced at the otaku and said to Xiao Tangqiu with a gloating look, "It seems that even the European emperor has bad luck sometimes, and us Africans will also have a day when we are full of luck!"
Before Xiao Tangqiu could breathe a sigh of relief for his and Tang Mianmian's good luck, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong. The otaku was so confident in his own luck, and that level of confidence was not something that could be cultivated by just hitting "one more bottle" a few times... On the other hand, he and Tang Mianmian's luck had always been bad. Not to mention Tang Mianmian, the unlucky guy who had been playing supporting roles for several years and finally had a role with lines but was forced to travel into a game of life and death. There was indeed a chance that the European Emperor would end up in Africa, but how likely was it that two Africans would smuggle into Europe at the same time?
So Xiao Tangqiu couldn't help but say: "I don't know why, I suddenly felt..."
Tang Mianmian quickly reached out to cover Xiao Tangqiu's mouth: "Fuck! Shut up! Don't say that!"
At this moment, the clown burst into laughter: "Congratulations to the players who got the black ball! You have the lucky chance to enter the haunted house!"
Everyone was stunned at the same time. What the hell! This is different from what we agreed on?!
Tang Mianmian blurted out: "Fuck! You lied to us? Didn't you just say that the person with the red ball enters the haunted house?"
The clown grinned at Tang Mianmian. His painted face looked eerie and colorful under the light from the haunted house. "I did say that! But I also said just now... Don't believe what the clown says!"
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