deadly round table

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Chapter 1 The Weird Round Table

"Xiaoyuan, sit down first and watch TV. I'll go and cut the fruit plate." A thin middle-aged woman picked fruit from the mixed fruit basket. Although she was smiling and talking, she couldn't hide the look on her face. sad.

Jiang Wenyuan swallowed the bitterness in his throat, "Aunt Chen, let me help you."

Aunt Chen quickly waved her hand, "I don't know your cooking skills yet, you are doing me a disservice by entering the kitchen. This will It's hot, go and close the windows, turn on the air conditioner to cool off, and I'll be back soon." "

I'm not good at knife skills, so I can help you carry the fruit into the kitchen?" Jiang Wenyuan picked up the fruit basket, "Uncle Chen Rhinitis is allergic to air conditioners, I have always been resistant to heat, and it doesn't matter if I don't use the air conditioner."

Jiang Wenyuan said that he is heat resistant, not being polite to Aunt Chen.

This year just entered summer, and the temperature has been rising steadily, turning the whole city into a giant oven. At this time, most people wish they could take root in the air-conditioned room without taking a step out. Jiang Wenyuan was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans at this time. He carried a fruit basket and walked a long way to Aunt Chen's house.

Aunt Chen sighed secretly, "Your Uncle Chen went to a friend's house as a guest, and he didn't come home until after dinner." "

Uncle Chen may come back early, it's okay." Jiang Wenyuan carried the fruit basket and walked to the kitchen with Aunt Chen .

Jiang Wenyuan put the fruit basket on the chopping board, and when he was about to exit the kitchen, Aunt Chen called him, "Your Uncle Chen didn't blame you, he just... can't get over the hurdle in his heart. It will get better after a while Yes."

"Thank you, Aunt Chen." Jiang Wenyuan smiled at Aunt Chen, he hadn't smiled sincerely for a long time.

Aunt Chen was cutting fruit plates in the kitchen, Jiang Wenyuan returned to the living room, sat down on the mahogany sofa, and he picked up the TV remote control -

a creepy sense of crisis suddenly hit Jiang Wenyuan's heart! Before he could react at all, an invisible big hand firmly grabbed his waist, and he was dragged into the abyss of nothingness. When Jiang Wenyuan fell extremely fast, the living room of Aunt Chen's house seemed to fall into a black hole, twisting and spinning and disappearing into the darkness, and finally not even a ray of light escaped.

The falling process lasted more than ten seconds. Jiang Wenyuan's body sank, the sense of weightlessness disappeared, and he finally stopped.

Jiang Wenyuan felt as if his body had been tortured by more than a dozen screaming roller coasters. He was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he was so nauseated that he almost vomited out. His health was extremely bad, and the surroundings were so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, but Jiang Wenyuan still quickly noticed some abnormalities.

Under his body is no longer the hard texture of the mahogany sofa, replaced by a velvet-like soft and dense touch; the window in the living room is open, and the heat from the outdoors penetrates directly into the room, but now he can't feel the slightest heat, and his whole body It's like being in a huge ice bank, freezing to the bone. If this is a dream, then this dream feels too real; if it is not a dream, no matter how you think about it, this cannot be Aunt Chen's house... "Welcome players to Round Table Game-

85955." There was a crisp click, and a dull voice sounded.

In the endless darkness, candles were lit above Jiang Wenyuan's head in circles, illuminating a small area of darkness.