Why don't you have a normal person on board?

Chapter 88 What's the matter? !

His rhetoric is quite reasonable, the eight dead people were stupefied by him, but he forgot that from the current standpoint, Tongqiu shouldn't talk nonsense with them at all.

"He's right," echoed one of the dead men, "if he died early, we wouldn't be able to kill him!"

The other dead man retorted palely: "You can't say that, dead is dead?"

"I think what this person said makes sense. Our goal is to kill him, but if he dies before killing him, our goal is meaningless!"

"What should I do?"

"Then what?!"

When the eight dead men were arguing endlessly, Tong Qiu raised his hand, "I have a suggestion, would you like to listen to it?"

The eight dead men looked at him, waiting for his proposal.

"My suggestion is...you can tell ghost stories that aren't scary, so that you won't scare me to death."

The dead suddenly realized, "That's right! As long as the ghost story is not scary and he can't be scared to death, we can kill him! You are simply a genius!"

Several dead people were amazed at Tongqiu's genius decision, only one dead person reacted, "But if we want to kill him, it is to make him tell ghost stories that are not as scary as us. If the ghost stories we tell are not Horror...then how do we kill him?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent!

The remaining seven dead people realized in an instant, it turned out to be like this!I was almost cheated by this guy!

When the eight of them were about to question Tongqiu Xingshi, they found that Tongqiu was touching his chin and nodding seriously, "You are right, if the ghost stories you tell are not scary, there is no way to achieve it." Killing my purpose, this is troublesome, there are a lot of factors to consider."

The eight dead people are a little confused, we seem to be discussing how to kill you, why can you join our discussion without changing your face?Do you want to die yourself?
The next moment, Tongqiu's eyes lit up, "I have it!"

"What do you have?"

The corner of Tong Qiu's mouth curled into a sly smile, he shook his index finger, and then said: "I have a solution that can solve the problem we are currently encountering.

"The solution to this problem is called...kinetic horror."

The eight dead people didn't understand what he said. They were all Chinese characters, and they could understand each word, but they couldn't understand them together.

Tong Qiu patiently explained: "The so-called dynamic horror and dynamic difficulty mean the same thing. It refers to dynamically adjusting the horror of the ghost story according to my state. If you talk about a part, I don't feel it at all. , you can increase the horror level of the ghost story. But if I hear a part that almost scares me to death, you guys should consider starting to reduce the horror level of the story.

"In short, it's my reaction to tell a story, so do you understand?"

All the dead people briefly thought about it, and fully agreed with this proposal.

The dead man whose shoulder was slapped off by Tong Qiu just now cleared up his suspicions, patted Tong Qiu's shoulder with a big smile, and said, "You're the one who is on the road, obviously discussing how to kill you, but I didn't expect you to join us voluntarily." Discussion. Later we will make your death less painful!"

Tong Qiu returned a smile, "It should."

"Ahem, then, we're ready to start!" The dead man who read out the rules just now said solemnly, "The ghost story I want to tell is a horror story that everyone has never heard before."

Everyone was engrossed in the ghost stories told by the dead man.

Tongqiu also pretended to poke his head out, listening carefully to every word.

"This ghost story happened in..."

"Ouch! I'm scared to death!"

Before the dead man finished his first sentence, a ghostly cry came out from the crowd. Tong Qiu was panting heavily, pressing his chest, and almost fell to the ground, out of breath. He took a breath, "No, no, it scared me to death, this story is too scary!"

The already pale face of the dead man suddenly became paler, "I just said eight words."

"You don't know, I have been timid since I was a child, and I am afraid when I hear the word ghost! Can we not say the word ghost?"

There are no ghosts in ghost stories... How can this story go on?
The eight dead men looked at each other, a little worried that Tong Qiu would have a heart attack in the next second.

"What should we do?" One of the dead men asked, "The word ghost cannot appear, so what ghost stories can we tell?"

"Then tell a ghost story without ghosts?"

"I really don't know how to do this, why don't you come?"

"Okay, I'll come!"

The dead man who was called out cleared his throat, and Tong Qiu beside him also "adjusted his state" and returned to the crowd.

It took a deep breath and began to say: "This ghost story I am going to tell, there is no ghost..."

"Wow! This is too scary!"

"You're never finished!" The dead man stared fiercely at the ghostly Tongqiu, "I told you there are no ghosts!"

Tong Qiu smiled awkwardly, "Let's... can we not mention this word?"

The dead man was very angry, "Okay... let's not mention this word, is it okay? I will continue. This story happened in a very small village. Once upon a time, there was a dog... "

"Don't be a dog! I'm most afraid of dogs! Woohoo!"

Seeing that Tongqiu was about to cry, he was so angry that his molars were bitten into pieces, "You... okay, then there is a snake..."

"Isn't the snake more scary? Don't be like this, brother, my sphincter is already working!"

Boom!

A strange voice came out from the dead man's mouth, and then it spit out a pool of white debris from its mouth, staring at Tongqiu, "Then tell me! There was something in the past! You said it this time, Are you not afraid?"

Tong Qiu thought for a while and replied, "Then there used to be a toilet."

"Toilet? If the protagonist is replaced by a toilet, can this story continue? Don't force me!"

Tong Qiu put on an expression of not knowing the so-called, "Why not? The story cannot be told because the narrator's level is not good. What does it have to do with the protagonist of the story?"

"Wow!" The dead man spat out a mouthful of sticky blood and fell directly to the ground.

The dead man next to him hurriedly checked its condition and exclaimed, "The second child is dead!"

"What? Did the second child die of anger?"

"Damn it, what else is there?"

All the dead people hurriedly looked at the dead person who was pissed off, and a sad atmosphere enveloped the heads of the remaining seven dead people.

At this time, the dead man who had reacted in time just now asked as if he was sober in the world.

"Speaking of which... this man dares to talk nonsense in front of eight dead people without changing his face. Is he really afraid of ghosts?"

The six dead men froze for a moment.

It seems to be the case!

Been cheated again!

　My throat hurts like I've been mouthed all night, and I still don't have much energy, damn it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)