Chapter 662: Some are happy, some are sad

"Number eight! Number eight!"

"No. 1! No. 1!"

"Come on No. 4!"

"...."

Those people stood up one after another, clasping the numbers in their hands with excited expressions, their eyes fixed on the zombie that belonged to them, and it ran roaring with all its strength.

Just when everyone thought that the victorious zombie was about to be born from these four zombies, the zombie originally at the back suddenly exerted force, and its speed suddenly increased!

number 11!

The sudden acceleration of Zombie No. 11 caused a burst of exclamations from the audience. Several people holding No. 11 in annoyance suddenly stood up.

"No. 11! Charge! Run!"

Those spectators who beat No. 11 also joined in the shouting. They were extremely excited!

People who bought other numbers saw their hopes rekindled and shouted out the numbers in their hands in low voices.

When they knew that their numbers had no hope of winning, these people actually started cheering for Zombie No. 11.

The voice shouting "Eleven" swallowed up all the other voices so powerfully that even Chen Fei watched with great interest.

"Ah!! Ah!!!"

As a scream sounded, Zombie No. 11, wearing a hat with the number 11 on his head, passed No. 8 and No. 4, who were walking together. Seeing that the metal pillar at the end was right in front of him, Zombie No. 11 was like...

It jumped up like a wild animal, crossed the finish line, and jumped directly on the man who was tied to the metal pillar.

Zombie No. 11 bit off a large piece of flesh from the man's heart in one bite. The pain and fear were countless times more intense than being stabbed with a dagger and the man could only scream in despair.

Other zombies also arrived at the key metal pillar one after another. The scene of twelve zombies eating together was as bloody and terrifying as purgatory on earth. Even Chen Fei frowned hard after seeing it.

The screams lasted for dozens of seconds. If one of the zombies hadn't bitten the man's throat, he would have had to endure the pain for a while before he died.

"Hahaha! I won! My number eleven won! My one pack of instant noodles will become ten packs! Hahaha! I won!"

In the audience stands, a man pinched the number and yelled in triumph.

In addition to this man, there were several other men who were holding the number and looking complacent, but then there was one man who was looking sad.

This was a somewhat obese middle-aged man. He looked at the note with the number 11 in his hand and patted his thigh in annoyance.

"Fuck! I bought too little! Ten times the reward!

That’s a tenfold reward! I should have pushed all-in! Damn it! Damn it!”

This man was regretting that he had bet less just now. Indeed, he was only one step away from becoming rich overnight!

If he ate all the food he brought, the food he earned this time would be enough for him to live happily for a long, long time. However, it was too late to say anything now. The man could only stamp his feet and beat his head in anger.

chest.

Annoyance is a contagious emotion, and it began to spread crazily in the stands.

"Number eleven!

Oh my God, it’s number 11! I just took a look and felt that number 11 looks like a champion, so I should bet on it! If I bet on it, I’ll pay it forward!”

"Fuck! You're such a fool, I've already written down my number halfway, ugh..."

"You idiot, I told you to buy No. 11, buy No. 11, why don't you let me buy it!

Do you know how much I have lost? If I fail, I will be a rich man in the Evolution City, and it is all your fault! You hurry up and accompany me!"

For a while, the spectator stand became a little chaotic, because there were not many people who bought the number 11. The Zombie Colosseum directly sent ten times the amount of food to the spectators who bet on the winning number.

Make the people around you even more jealous!

The time has come!

A man wearing a peaked cap in the stands suddenly shouted loudly!

“One more game! One more game!

If we play again, I will definitely win! I will definitely win!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! One more game!"

"I didn't understand the rules just now, but now I understand, and I want to place a bet too! Another game, another game!"

"...."

As the general trend goes, more and more people are speaking out, wanting to compete in this zombie horse racing again, but they fail to notice that the first spectator to speak has bloodless skin like a corpse.

The man with thick eyebrows reappeared in everyone's sight holding the microphone, and by this time his face had turned into a bright chrysanthemum.

Under the temptation of huge rewards, no one can sit there calmly. Even some people who have been arranged by the other three major forces have hesitant expressions on their faces.

Many of them were cursing in their hearts, because they felt that if they had placed a bet just now, their first choice would be No. 11.

If they had bought it just now, they would have received ten times the huge reward. Compared with this, in the final battle to the death, even if the winner can be determined, the odds are really too low.

The most important point is that as the finale, after they buy that game, there will be no follow-up, and they will have no chance of killing everyone.

Knowing the feeling of being hungry and cold, no one would think that more food is a bad thing. Instead, they would think that more is better. The more food, the more status and security you have.

This thick-browed man, who had been called upon for so long, was quite proud of himself!

Because this zombie horse racing was his idea, which was one of the reasons why he was the host of the opening. Seeing the audience's reaction, the man with thick eyebrows knew that he was not only successful this time, but a big success!

It is even very possible that just because of his idea, most of the crises can be resolved. The more people place bets, the lower the risk of the final fight to the death will be!

"Uh-huh.....

Since everyone's enthusiasm is so high, in response to everyone's request, we will immediately add a zombie horse race for everyone!

But I want to remind everyone that today we will only open this one additional event. If you miss this opportunity, you will have to wait until the next time the Zombie Colosseum opens!

OK! The staff will get ready quickly!"

Hearing what the thick-browed man said, the audience in the stands burst into excitement, with everyone showing their arms and rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight.

"What number do you press?"

"Pig head! Of course it's number 11!"

"The one who won just now was No. 11. Do you think the people in the Zombie Colosseum are as stupid as you? This time it will definitely not be No. 11!"

"You guys know nothing! This is called reverse thinking. Zombie Colosseum knows it. Because No. 11 just won, no one will buy it again. If they let Zombie No. 11 win at this time, then they Zombie Colosseum

You’ll make a lot of money, do you understand?”

"Hey? Brother! Your analysis is very thorough! I think this makes some sense!"

"Then I will buy half the number 11 and the other half the number I like. In this way, as long as I win one, I will make a lot of money in the end!"

"Hahaha! Sent? I'm going to be prosperous today! The number I choose will definitely win!"

"...."

While the audience was talking in the stands, the venue for the zombie horse racing was quickly cleaned up, and the blood stains under the metal pillars were quickly washed away by members of the Blood Hall with water.

The twelve zombies were transformed into corpses by twelve Blood Hall corpses and put on chains again, pulling them back to the starting position.

Just when everyone thought they were about to start placing bets, the man with thick eyebrows smiled slyly, raised the microphone and shouted loudly:

“Since everyone’s enthusiasm for the second game is so high, we will upgrade the gameplay!

There are six more zombies participating! From twelve to eighteen, our reward has also increased from ten times the bet we just placed to fifteen times!!!

Yes! You heard it right!

That’s fifteen times!

As long as you select the number you bet on and achieve the final victory, you will receive food that is fifteen times your bet!

Bet ten steamed buns and you will get one hundred and fifty steamed buns!

Let you experience what it feels like to get rich overnight!

Haha...it makes me excited!"

Although the words of the man with thick eyebrows were not very beautiful, they successfully achieved a lighter weight and shifted everyone's attention from the reduction of the bet rate due to the addition of zombies to the substantial increase in rewards.

not smart....
Chapter completed!