Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

When Qi Mou opened his eyes again, he was already sitting on the poker table.

A terrifying monster sat opposite him, with a black body like a shadow, grinning a terrifying scarlet mouth, smiling at him: "Come on, come on, what rules are you playing... hiccup."

In the ear, the voice of bad luck came.

[The three-day countdown begins. 】

Qi Mou blinked at it, didn't bother to explain, and put aside a simple game rule that had been written earlier with a faster process, and added a time limit for playing cards.

Well, first copy my father's homework and summarize the lessons learned.

The first monster was also foolish, without thinking too much, rolled up its sleeves and happily played cards with Qi Mou, trying to beat the fraud to death in one fell swoop.

Qi Mou didn't have anything ready to sell, he didn't need this.He is a qualified rule maker in his own right, but also a bold and powerful gambler, combining all the advantages of playing people.

To some extent, it should be easier for Qi Mou to play cards with these monsters than his father.

The cards were switched alternately, Qi Mou's movements were quick and neat, and his mentality was also very stable, without the feeling of participating in the trial.

After only 1 minute, the game was over.

"You lost." Qi Mou shuffled the deck of cards, and with a confident smile, raised his chin to the next monster, "Next, you."

The defeated monsters died instantly, dissipated as a silent wisp of black smoke, and could no longer enjoy the fun of the game.

One after another, the mobs crowded up, desperately giving away their heads.When monsters see through a rule and find out the rules, Qi Mou will change to another rule.It's like a never-ending grind...or a mental grind.

Time is running out, and monsters are getting more and more difficult to challenge. I really want to borrow another blue candle from time.

The endless gambling games and the coercion released by the monsters kept destroying Qi Mou's mind, making his spirit gradually confused. , is not as calm as before.

Even in such a high-intensity competition, Qi Mou never took it lightly, and the way he played his cards was extremely changeable, either bold or steady.

He finally came to a thousand changes, this is the explosion of the gambling king's strength.

Two hundredth inning.

"You lost." Qi Mou said this sentence again.

But the monster didn't disappear. Instead, he smiled grimly and said, "Am I really lost?"

It turns out that Qi Mou's eyes were a little tricky, and he misread a card.

He shook his head violently, forcing himself to wake up, and sent the nasty monster away again after three rounds.

This time the game took 8 minutes, which was a major mistake.

Qi Mou closed his eyes, leaned against the chair, and allowed himself to rest for 3 minutes for the first time.

There is still time.

When a drop of sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead to the back of his hand, Qi Mou opened his eyes, sat up straight again, and immediately dealt the cards for the next game.

Among these monsters, some asked to play cards, and some asked to purely gamble. If it was normal, these pediatrics would be really easy for him.

But now, he can't lose a game, he must win a thousand games in a row.

After the rest just now, he resumed his calm appearance, turned his back on the guest, and began to put pressure on every monster.

Four hundredth inning.

The whole journey was controlled within 4 minutes, and Qi Mou didn't have time to talk trash.

In the past gambling games, time was a tactic for him, but now he can only rely on his extremely fast thinking to oppress the opponent.

Later, when Qi Mou played cards or placed bets, he almost didn't think about it.

Victory is almost entirely based on strong gambler ability and talent that surpasses everyone else.

The four hundredth sentence.

"You lose..." Qi Mou sharply closed his mouth, and an emergency card change came, "Well, now you lose."

It was so risky that it almost ended in a tie.

It wasn't that he was careless, but that his brain was overloaded, and he made a small mistake that he couldn't control.

【are you tired? ] The sound of doom opened up a world in his chaotic brain.

I don't. , I am sober and able to fight

Qi Mou answered in his heart, blinked his eyes, and faced the next round of confrontation.

He has no expression on his face anymore, he looks a bit cold at this moment.

Be a real hunter.

Six hundred innings.

Qi Mou's right hand shook, and a card fell to the ground.

He bent over to change it, picked up the cards with one hand, and almost fell to the ground because he couldn't sit still.

"Are you going out? Hehe." The monster on the opposite side interfered him with a smile.

Qi Mou ignored it, got up and sat down by himself.This round of confrontation has gone on for too long.

This monster is stupid and smart, and it almost follows Qi Mou every step of the way. It can't win against Qi Mou, but it can definitely delay a lot of time.

"Yes, that's why you lost." Qi Mou pushed a handful of cards with a smile, showing a lucky victory.

Winning is tough and intense.

The monster screamed and disappeared, and Qi Mou did not escape.

He just should sigh with emotion, it's a good thing that bad luck is not watching, otherwise his luck will definitely be bad.

Eight hundredth inning.

Qi Mou could no longer hear the sound.

All he had in his eyes was the game of cards and the game of gambling, with an unchanging expression on his face, and he needed to restrain the vertigo caused by physiology from time to time.

The cards became more and more blurred in his eyes, and it was already a delusion to keep awake at all times.

He made more and more mistakes, but he was still not perfect. Facing these monsters, he could still win.

Qi Mou observed the remaining time and found that there was still more.He waved his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows to rest for 5 minutes.

During these 5 minutes, he didn't let himself go, he was desperately recalling some people's faces and things.

In this trial, his mind has been full of rules and playing cards for two whole days, and those other memories have become distant and strange.

The danger of the drama is uncertain, and maybe he is still waiting for him to save him.

[Don't worry, don't worry.He's alive, and I'll help. 】

The voice of bad luck interrupted Qi Mou's thought.

Um, yes, how could the play god not protect himself well.

The two outside are still waiting for him to go out, maybe they are very anxious.

[Don't worry, don't worry, they believe you can get out. 】

After getting a satisfactory answer, Qi Mou's mind instantly became much clearer.

Time and space may be watching at the moment, thinking about it will make you sweat.

[The two of them don't have time to do this. 】

Uh... that's right.

Doom is anxious to chat with someone.

[It's not in a hurry, we're already chatting, and giving you a trial won't affect me. 】

Even the screen in front of Qi Mou's eyes flashed, and for some unknown reason, Unlucky showed him his system chat interface.

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Prayer: Is System B defaulted?I won't argue if it's decided by default.

Bad Luck: No, no, do you need me to make an appointment for you?

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Qi Mou was successfully stimulated by the bad luck, who didn't know what he was showing off, and he was refreshed, and continued to make a big bet with the monster opposite.

950th station.

Qi Mou pressed his forehead again.

His eyes could hardly see clearly, it was all shadow and haze, and he was playing cards by instinct.

Being able to persist until now depends entirely on willpower.

He had to admire his father.

"You should give up, hey—" the monster on the opposite side laughed.

"It's still early." Qi Mou raised his face and played cards with his eyes closed.

His consciousness is slow, and every step has to be counted several times in his mind.

In the endless cycle of playing cards, Qi Mou almost lost consciousness.

Qi Mou's palms are sweaty, even picking up a light card is a burden.

Huh, but he still persisted.Fraud never fails.

The 970th inning.

Qi Mou was dazed, and suddenly fell down on the table, his forehead was hit hard by the hard wood, and he couldn't feel it.

His mind was empty and he couldn't think of anything.

No matter how good a player is, it is difficult to persist in winning a thousand rounds in a row, let alone such a high-stakes game, there is no time to rest.

【Tired?Are you going to rest?There's only one hour left until the end. 】

Like telling a long-distance runner that you're almost at the finish line and that the timer is counting down.

Take another break, just for a while.

[Someone is worried about you, I'm afraid I can't stop it. 】

Qi Mou raised his head stiffly, looking at the enemy opposite.His hair was already wet and sticking to his head, and this coquettish guy who usually pays attention to his image was extraordinarily embarrassed at this moment.

[Someone is waiting for you, I am waiting for you, they are all waiting for you. 】

Is this the end?No, it's impossible.

Qi Mou picked up a hard card and scraped a bloodstain on his arm with all his strength to refresh himself.

The texture of this paper is as sharp as a knife, and in the hands of a master, it will definitely kill someone.

One, two, three.

Blood flowed down the cards, staining the entire black card red.

Pain brings wakefulness.

"Come again." Qi Mou slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled, hooking his fingers at the big monster opposite.

The time was running out, and he had to fight to defeat a monster in only 2 minutes each time.

Qi Mou's spirit has long been exhausted, but he is still trying to drain that little spiritual power.

Like cutting leeks, we searched for the hard-to-restored seedlings one by one.

But if he could...he'd rather be drained elsewhere.

What are you thinking?It's already time, it's too late to think about it now.

Nine hundred and ninety fifth inning.

Qi Mou looked at the game of cards in front of him, but couldn't move his wrist stiffly.

The rules this time are the rules he is best at, but he has been unable to think about it for a long time.

It was as if the whole person had been hollowed out and then filled with empty cotton, so only a shell remained, turning into a doll without a soul, sitting blankly at the table.

This is already challenging the limits of human beings. If R [Record] finds out, maybe it can be published in Bafang City Daily.

"Out..." Qi Mou moved his mouth slowly and pushed a card.

[Countdown 10 minutes. 】

That's too late.

His heart won't be forced to tense, even nearly stopped beating.

It is rare for Qi Mou to feel so helpless, like the light from the sky has fallen into hell, trampled to pieces by the ghosts, and none of them shine on him.

There is nothing but darkness, despair, and weariness.

I really don't know how his father persisted until the end and still had his sanity.

Bad luck even stimulates Qi Mou with trash talk.

【Do you feel inferior to your father?no problem, no problem.Men and boys are always different. 】

A slightly nasty joke was made.

[Although you are already 25 years old... oh, 26 years old? 】

The words of bad luck were imprinted in Qi Mou's mind, and they were only single words that he could understand, but when combined together to form a sentence, he couldn't think about the meaning of the sentence.

If only thinking was there.

Qi Mou moved his eyelids, pushed the game away in one breath, and won a difficult victory.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine innings.

[Countdown 2 minutes. 】

Qi Mou closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, with his hands on his sides, panting heavily.

He was very uncomfortable, and his soul seemed to be vomiting violently due to dizziness.

Qi Mou can't move any more, just like you tell a dead fish to jump back into the sea, no matter how much the fish thinks, it can't go back.

Even if you are just one step away from living.

[It's okay, you've worked hard.That's all right. 】

【Your father was able to persevere back then only because—】

[This gamble is about his lover's life. 】

[And our gamble didn't take your lover's life as a gamble, right?You are not under a lot of stress. 】

Qi Mou actually nodded slightly, acquiescing to the words of bad luck.

People can fight for what they care about and unleash all impossible potentials.

If there is also a lover...

Thinking of this, Qi Mou moved his fingers and gently pushed the card.

The monster is obviously very happy to play with Qi Mou, but it can't beat a person who looks almost dead!

Qi Mou won another game.

The monster had to die with hatred.

The thousandth inning.

[Count down ten seconds. 】

And this competition has only just begun.

Qi Mou opened his eyes, and when he stretched out his hand, he heard the sound of beeps symbolizing the end of everything in his head.

time up.

It was an unfinished game, but he lost.

Well, let it go.

Qi Mou used all his strength and leaned forward heavily, instead of hitting the hardwood table, he fell headfirst into the abyss.

He still failed the test of bad luck even though he was short of the door.

But now he doesn't have the heart to think about those things, he just wants to have a good rest, whether it's a deep sleep, or just die for a while.

My whole body hurts like being crushed and reorganized, especially the head, the nerves are torn apart spontaneously from the inside out, which is the price of over-squeezing cells.

Is this the void of doom?

Where will he go after being deprived of his code name?

Can I see the person I want to see again?

Qi Mou's chaotic thoughts didn't last long, because there seemed to be a voice calling him from the front.

Saying the name, or what to call it.

Qi Mou moved his eyes and narrowed his eyes, seeing the darkness in front of his eyes.

But in this dark abyss, there is a faint strangeness.

People in the dark are often very sensitive to light.

Ah, that's the light.

The unreachable light, which seems to be very warm to the touch, illuminates Qi Mou's eyes and heart.

Originally, he had chosen to give up, but Qi Mou's hand emptily fished there, but it was useless.

Sure enough, I didn't come across it.

But the light seemed to have found him, became brighter and more attractive, and was also trying to approach Qi Mou's side.

It wanted to warm him, even save him, in this endless abyss.

The author has something to say: it's late.

There is one more before midnight