The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 28
"Click, click."

Mo Zhen walked towards the white-haired young man with light steps. After a few practice sessions, he became more and more proficient at switching between [Brainless Carnival] and [Carnival] states.

Of course, he will only use this ability to deal with humans. After all, if he accidentally kills a zombie, it will be troublesome to promote his brainless power.

Seeing Mo Zhen approaching step by step, the white-haired youth struggled to stand up.

However, his body was seriously injured, any attempt to move his body would only shorten his poor and short life bar even faster.

The punch just now, under the blessing of Mo Zhen's multiple buffs, almost made him fall apart.

If it hadn't been for [Metamorphosis], [Personality · Living Towards Death] activated, he would have turned into a white light and disappeared in the game.

"Your vitality is very tenacious, why are you like those zombies? Well, it may be because of your lack of brains that you have some characteristics of zombies..."

Mo Zhen lowered his head and chuckled, his tone was between joking and deduction, making people feel uncomfortable listening to it with a strange ambiguity.

The white-haired young man's lips were trembling, and he really wanted to shout "Scholars can't be killed!"

But these words have been stuck in his throat, like a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he can't spit it out.

At this moment, Mozhen was touching his chin, thinking about how to deal with this guy.

Although he had no grudges with this guy in the past or recent days, but judging from the fact that the white-haired young man was beaten and killed when he disagreed with him, and the cucumber pieces all over the floor, he shouldn't be a reasonable master.

Generally speaking, to deal with such desperadoes, you should make up the knife as soon as possible, and don't give the opponent a chance to bite back.

But Mo Zhen learned from Tie Zhi that the most basic punishment for death in the game is the drop of [Level], and in reality, it will generally only be affected by some spiritual aspects, and will not cause direct death.

Moreover, the [relic] attribute item on the other party is bound to the spirit, and cannot be captured through conventional means in the game, and it is also a whiteboard without [special effects].

Such a setting may be to reduce unnecessary battles between players.

Of course, in fact, this did not reduce the battle too much in the [Surreal Paradise] where madmen frequently appeared.

It doesn't make much sense to deal with the other party hastily like this.

Mo Zhen rolled his eyes and glanced at the abandoned construction site next to him. He had a bold idea...

Ten minutes later, Mozhen stamped the ground around the white-haired young man with his feet. After confirming that it was compacted, he looked at the white-haired young man's exposed head and nodded in satisfaction.

"I won't talk too much about it. Make a good transformation, start a new life, and be a well-educated and well-educated young man. One day you will stand out from the crowd!"

The white-haired young man's eyes were burning with blood-colored anger, and the blood flowed from his mouth, he wished he could tear Mo Zhensheng alive.

Humiliation, utter humiliation.

Mo Zhen looked at the white-haired young man's furious expression, and the corners of his mouth began to rise uncontrollably.

He just wants the other party to be angry, as long as he lets the other party plant the seeds of anger in his heart, his goal will be achieved.

Anger is the most useless thing. It will only make people dizzy and lose their reason to make wrong judgments.

An angry mad dog is far less of a threat than a calm wolf.

If the opponent gets angry after seeing him, Mozhen will always have the upper hand in the confrontation, which is far more useful than killing the opponent in the game.

Mozhen laughed and turned to leave, but something unexpected happened to Mozhen.

The anger in the white-haired young man's eyes gradually extinguished, his eyes turned into blood-colored ice again, and his rapid breathing calmed down.

A hoarse and cold voice floated quietly in the air.

"I have one more reason to live, and that is to kill you, to kill you in reality. Thank you."

The white-haired young man's words were extremely calm, as if he was saying that he would visit your house some other day.

A bone-piercing chill crawled up Mo Zhen's back. This feeling was something he had never experienced before, which made him have several strange impulses.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his breathing became short and irregular.

Several strange impulses intertwined into a strange look, he turned his head slowly, and said something with a wild laugh.

"You're welcome!"

This feeling of being targeted by a real murderous beast is really...

Get inspired! ! !

The unknown and novel feeling makes Mo Zhen ecstatic. Whether it is the joy of artistic creation or the stimulation brought by pain, it is far inferior to this novel feeling.

At this time, he finally recognized this place, it is indeed a paradise, an inspiration paradise for artists!

With a frenzy in his eyes that could not be calmed down for a long time, Mo Zhen walked away trembling with ecstasy.

And Tiezhi and Liusha also recovered their ability to move. Looking at the crazy Mozhen and the ice-cold white-haired young man, they looked at each other, neither knowing nor daring to ask.

Although the players in [Surreal Paradise] are more or less mentally abnormal, compared with the two guys in front of them, Tie Zhi and Quicksand can be regarded as normal people with sound three views.

"Hey, old man."

Mo Zhen suddenly turned his head and shouted at Tie Zhi, seeing the crazy look in Mo Zhen's eyes, Tie Zhi couldn't help shivering.

"Lead the way ahead."

"Uh... hey!"

Tie Zhi, who was walking in front, became vain. Even with his stubborn head, he began to mutter in his heart: Is it really okay for me to bring this old man back to the base...

……

In the abandoned construction site, the icy killing intent kept pouring out, so frightened that even a bug within a hundred meters did not dare to approach.

"quack--"

There was an ominous crow call, and a black crow with blood-red eyes landed on the head that was releasing the chill.

Seeing this, the white-haired young man shook his head frantically. After being buried alive by Mo Zhen, he was reduced to the point where even a crow dared to ride on his head.

Because Mo Zhen rammed the ground very firmly, and the white-haired young man's personality is specially designed to weaken the opponent's outsider, so no matter how hard he struggles, he can't break free from the ground, he can only shake his head desperately to get rid of the crow on his head .

However, the crow's claws were like steel nails embedded in his head, no matter how he shook it, he still remained motionless.

Just as he became more and more crazy, the crow's blood-red eyes fixed on him, and let out a scream.

The scream was like a sharp knife, piercing the white-haired young man's eardrums, mind and heart.

The cold hair all over his body exploded in an instant, and the picture in front of his eyes turned into a black and white world with snowflakes on the old TV.

At this moment, he felt the horror and awe derived from animal instinct.

After the scream, all the cold killing intent faded away, the white-haired young man's head hangs down softly, and the whole world is silent.

In the dark sky, countless crows gathered from all directions, forming a dark cloud in the sky that was darker than the night.

The dark cloud gradually descended on the ruins, slowly transforming into a black figure.

The figure walked slowly towards the white-haired youth, and it was the man sitting on the tombstone in the cemetery.

(End of this chapter)