Chapter 167 Nine crowns are placed on the crowned head; only the crow is left, neither dead nor alive.

"Are you scared?"

"Oh my god, what a weird thing."

"Write a horror story in another way?"

"What the hell? This is the finals, and we're just going to watch this?"

"I'm speechless. It's so boring. I'm almost sick of all the weird stories on the market. They're all boring and playful."

"Am I scared? I'm scared of you."

"RNM, refund the money!!"

"Why are you all so angry? I think it's okay. It's a random draw anyway, so just take what you get."

"That is, we must believe in Su Shen and believe that he can bring us a different experience."

After seeing the theme words of the finals story, the audience started to complain.

I don’t know if it was really a random draw or if it was deliberately arranged by the organizer.

But no matter how you put it, it always feels a bit weird to use words with suspense and horror as the topic of the final competition.

"This theme is bad." Liu Ciping's eyes were deep. "If it's a horror story, then Sun Changqing would be in danger."

"Yes, he is best at urban emotional genres. I think it would be difficult to write a suspenseful and horror atmosphere."

Chen Kaige nodded silently. He was also somewhat pessimistic about Sun Changqing.

In his eyes, this plain-looking contestant No. 3 has always been a literary young man with a gentle personality and romantic style.

If you want to write in this direction and have never been exposed to it before, it will probably be difficult to create.

At this time, Jiang Tao asked a soul-searching question:
"Where's Su Xinghe? I've never seen him write in this direction before. The subject matter is relatively unpopular. I wonder if he can handle it this time."

"I hope we don't fail." Chen Kaige's face was solemn, "Otherwise, if we make a mistake at this critical moment, all our efforts will be wasted."

The game has officially started.

At this moment, Su Xinghe and Sun Changqing were both sitting in the contestant chairs thinking.

Su Xinghe was as relaxed as ever, but Sun Changqing on the other side had lost his usual calmness and looked tense.

You can see that the pressure is huge.

"Are you scared?"

"Why is it a horror script?!"

"I've never tried this type of thing before. What should I do? I'm doomed."

He muttered to himself, and his mind was in a mess.

After an unknown amount of time, he secretly turned his head and glanced at Su Xinghe opposite him.

The opponent was just as he said before the game, taking his time and leisurely drawing something on the screen with a pen. His originally nervous mood also eased a lot.

Then he forced himself to clear his mind and began to rack his brains.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Looking at the scarecrow in the wheat field that had been drawn on his screen.

Su Xinghe nodded with satisfaction.

["What the hell? A scarecrow?!"]
[“Sir, why have you fallen so low? Why are you losing your ambition to playing with things? Just write stories instead of painting?”]
[“You’re so idle. Why bother with all this effort? Wouldn’t it be better to just generate a brain-computer AI?”]
[“Hey, hey, hey, two of you on the stage, how are your contestant qualities?”]
[“We are here to see the story, not to watch your Buddhist health regimen.”]
[“It’s not as good as the semi-finals. So boring. No passion at all.”]
[“First, the theme is bad, and second, the contestants are bad. I don’t think either of them can write it.”]
[“Haha, you guys keep praising Su Xinghe, now his true colors are exposed.”]
[“You’re stalling for time, trying to fool us? You’re telling me, no way!!”]
The game had already started for more than ten minutes, but the two had not made any movement.

After tonight's show airs.

The total popularity of all online platforms has soared to 5000W+. At this moment, audiences from all over the country are already getting a little impatient.

I don’t know if it’s because the keywords are difficult or if both of them have run out of ideas, but they couldn’t come up with anything decent for such a long time.

Many of Su Xinghe's die-hard fans were even more anxious and crazy. In the past, Su Xinghe would come up with stories in seconds, and they often used them as capital for bragging.

But today is contrary to the norm.

This is very difficult for them to understand.

"There's no rush."

Seeing the increasingly anxious audience, Liu Yifei was the first to speak out. "Maybe you are used to his previous speed, but I think it's normal. A good story definitely takes time to conceive and polish."

"Sister Tianxian is right. Su Shen must want to be more fully prepared this time."

"That's right. Just look at this scarecrow he drew. It will definitely be very useful!!"

"Who is pessimistic about Su Shen again? He has never let me down!"

"Yes, bear with it, bear with it a little longer, I can still hold on for a while."

After listening to Liu Yifei's words, the audience felt that there was some truth in them, so they forced themselves to suppress their anxiety and waited silently.

About ten minutes later.

"It's coming, it's coming, look!"

At this time.

Someone suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone was suddenly awakened from their boredom and sleepiness, and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that Su Xinghe had finally written a few lines of text on the screen.

[Ten kings, ten thrones,]

【Nine crowns, on the crowned head.】

[Only one person is left, digging the grave.]

[Only the crow remains, neither dead nor alive. 】

Seeing these few neatly written lines, all the audience were shocked.

"Good guy!"

"What is this? Ancient poetry? It feels so good to read it. So shocking."

"It really paid off! As expected of Master Su, his first move was a king bomb."

"But what do these sentences mean? I can't figure out what they say."

"Let me try to translate it. First of all, this must be about a country. Nine out of ten kings were crowned, and the remaining one must have had an accident and was buried."

"As for the last sentence."

"Only the crow remains, immortal and indestructible"

“I don’t understand it at the moment.”

"Wait, digging graves? Crows? I can think of two possible people."

"Who?"

"A shepherd of souls from Viego's story, a Swain with the demonic power of Raven Ram."

"Of course, crows also appeared in Atreus' story yesterday. I wonder if it has anything to do with this."

On the judges' panel, Mr. Jin, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly couldn't help but comment: "The writing is very powerful. With just a few sentences, it creates a sense of horror from the unknown."

"Yeah, I got a creepy feeling after reading it." Chen Kaige nodded frantically, "This beginning is very attractive."

at this time.

At the end of Su Xinghe's paragraph, he wrote down the source and author of this sentence.

[Source: Ancient Demacia Poetry]

【Author: Anonymous】

"It's Demacia!"

"Hehe, this is interesting!"

"Last time I finished talking about Noxus, I was just getting interested in this country."

"Combined with the theme 'Are You Scared?', it's probably a horror story that happened in Demacia."

"That's not right. How could there be any terror in the hometown of the Angel of Justice Kyle? Even if there is, won't Morgana take care of it?"

(End of this chapter)