Purgatory Artist

　　 "Yiuping, what do you want to do?" Old K couldn't help but ask.

　　 On the fence, the man stood up and patted the ashes on his body, and said, "I just said that we only use chat, and I will surrender when the time is up."

　　 "Yes, you said it." Qi Lu said solemnly.

　　 The man slowly climbed down from the fence and walked towards the three of them with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"do not come!"

　　 Alger yelled and raised his shield.

　　 Old K also raised his gun.

　　 The man stood there helplessly, stretched out his hand to separate a few flowers from the flowers, after thinking about it, he separated a few more.

　　 He held those flowers and said seriously:

　　 "I want to send you some flowers as an apology."

　　 "——After all, I lied to you when I said surrender just now."

　　 The voice did not fall.

　　 Those few flowers suddenly turned into flying lines of fire, broke through the air, and hit Alger's shield.

　　 Blossoms of gorgeous fireworks burst into bloom on the street, like a grand pyrotechnic party, illuminating the dark night sky.

　　 A few scattered fireworks hit the surrounding walls and streets, suddenly exploding small potholes.

　　——Magic flame!

　　 At this moment, whether it is Old K, Qi Lu, or Alger, they are all in the shroud of grand fireworks, so that they can't see the surrounding scene clearly.

　　 "Be careful, all." someone shouted.

　　 "Of course!" Old K, Qi Lu and Alger responded at the same time.

　　 Before the words fell, they suddenly noticed something was wrong.

　　 But it's too late.

one hand.

　　 A hand stretched out from behind, cautiously inserting flowers into the gap of Qi Li's steel helmet.

　　 Boom!

　　 A bright flame burst into the steel helmet, and Qi Lu's whole body was shocked.

　　 He fell straight to the ground.

　　 "Damn liar!"

　　 Old K roared and picked up the gun, without looking back, "Alger, cover me to kill him!"

　　 Alger did not reply.

　　 Old K turned his head and saw that Alger’s mouth was filled with flowers, and he stood still and did not dare to move.

that person.

The man with a smile on his face stood beside Alger, holding his shoulder, and said happily: "Old K, I remember you gave me a pistol, and now I have something for you, please look around you. "

　　 Old K looked at him alertly, and at the same time looked around with his peripheral light.

　　 I saw the flowers around me on the ground, arranged in a circle.

　　 "You are surrounded, old K." The man laughed.

　　 "Damn it, Liuping, you--"

　　 "Hush! Don't move, these flowers will explode as soon as you move, just like before."

　　 The man stepped back.

　　 Alger and old K didn't dare to move.

　　 When the man saw this, he turned around safely and walked towards the bar.

　　 "Your fighting skills are really bad, so let's stand still."

　　 He said without looking back.

　　 Old K's eyes flicked, and slowly raised the machine gun in his hand. He was about to aim at the man, but saw a flower stuck in the black barrel of the gun.

　　 "Yiuhei!"

　　 Old K shouted suddenly.

　　 The man stopped.

　　 "Do you think we won if we are trapped like this? The bartender will take care of you!" Old K said.

　　 The man was silent for a while, chuckled, and raised his wrist to look at the time.

　　 "Ah, it's time."

　　 across the street.

　　 The flowers in Alger's mouth, the flowers on the ground surrounding Old K, and the flower in the barrel of the gun lit up at the same time.

　　——Boom! ! !

　　 Gorgeous fireworks rose into the sky, making deafening explosions.

　　 In the void, lines of burning small characters quickly emerged:

　　 "The flower tribute has been placed for more than twenty seconds."

"time up."

　　 "All the flowers are beginning to explode!"

　　——After ordinary flowers became the exclusive item for the clown, they turned into magic bombs that could not be placed for a long time!

　　 The wind is blowing.

　　The man stroked his hair and whispered:

　　 "trap you? No, I lied to you just now."

　　 The flames soaring into the sky reflected the figure of the man.

　　 I saw him stomping his feet, raising his head and bursting out a mocking laugh.

　　 Lines of burning small prints appeared before his eyes:

　　 "You created an incident."

　　 "You express your joy and pleasure by stamping your feet and laughing."

　　 "The cards you draw next will be turned into exclusive items for the clown."

　　 The man stopped laughing abruptly.

　　 "Innocent guys."

　　 He retracted his gaze and walked towards the end of the street.

bar.

　　 He sat down opposite the bartender.

　　 "In Darkmist Town, when you resurrected everyone, I was surprised why everyone had a backup card, but I didn't—I thought I was a newcomer, so I haven't received the resurrection treatment." He said.

　　 "Understand now? Because you are not my card." The bartender said.

　　 "Yes, now I know this, but how can I make a person his own slave——Yah, I was wrong, to be my own card." He asked.

　　 "First of all, the other party must be willing, and then through trials like this, and finally let the gods drop you a card specially used to enslave others—the gods are proficient in the law of slavery." The bartender said.

"so it is."

　　 While he was talking, he looked at the void.

　　 Lines of burning small characters emerge:

　　 "You learned the secret of turning sentient beings into cards."

　　 "Your role has increased."

　　 "Current scene: 6/10."

　　 There was a loud noise on the wall at this time.

　　 ticked.

　　 ticked.

Ding!

　　 The clock went for a minute.

　　 The bartender immediately reached out and drew a card.

　　 I saw a large off-road truck painted on the card, which was full of various supplies.

　　 "This car... is for future escape into the wilderness, it's a pity..."

　　 The bartender sighed, put the card aside, and stared at the opposite person instead.

　　 "Is that the joker card? It is a very popular card. No one has ever chosen it."

"Why?"

　　 "Because every card master is an existence that transcends beings, noble and dignified, and will never pretend to be a clown for fun."

　　 The man grinned: "Dignity? You seem to have forgotten what kind of era this is, and you have also forgotten that you are the slave of the goddess of pain."

　　 "I did fail," the bartender said, "What about you? Liuping, do you think you can escape the control of those gods?"

　　 "Escape?" The man looked surprised.

　　 The bartender shook his head and said, "Don't pretend, the card master is the only chance to be free."

　　 "You reminded me that I forgot to draw a card just now."

　　 The man stretched out his hand and took out a card from the void, but covered it with his hands and didn't look at it.

　　 He just stared at the bartender and said softly: "You are completely wrong, bartender."

　　 "Where did I go wrong?" the bartender asked.

　　 "You look at yourself too high, and you look at me too high, in fact, in the torrent of the times, you and I are just tiny ants, and there is nowhere to escape."

　　The bartender was silent for a while, and said, "This **** age...If we can't even escape, then how can we struggle?"

　　 The man shook his head and smiled: "Your mind is completely muddled, the bartender. In fact, this is an era of slavery and enslavement. Being a good person will not end well—"

　　 He leaned forward, his mouth pressed to the ear of the bartender, and he whispered softly, "So, we want those gods to taste the taste of being enslaved."

　　The bartender suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an unbelievable expression.

　　 ticked.

　　 ticked.

Ding!

　　 One minute!

　　 The bartender recovered and drew a card again.

　　 The man also drew a card, still holding it upside down on the table.

　　The bartender suddenly laughed and showed the card in front of the opponent.

　　 I saw a tombstone painted on the card, and a holy light fell from the sky, shining on the tombstone.

　　 "Liu Ping, this is my strongest resurrection card. It can resurrect the three people who died just now-you are about to lose." The bartender said.

　　 The man pointed at the two inverted cards and whispered softly: "I have two cards left, but I don't want to play with you anymore. I have a little suggestion."

　　 "What?" the bartender asked.

　　 "Actually, this trial was not presided over by the gods-the gods are busy fighting each other and can't take care of us little shrimps. Why don't you let me win? I will pay you."

　　 "It doesn't make sense, I am already the slave of the goddess of pain, everything you give me belongs to her." The bartender shook his head.

　　 "But what if I take out a large sum of money and buy you from her?" the man asked.

　　The bartender paused and said after a long time:

　　 "It's up to you?"

　　 The man pointed to the two cards that were buttoned on the table, and said, "No one knows my cards, you, me, the gods, no one knows, so there are infinite possibilities in me, and you—"

　　 He pointed to the resurrection card in the hand of the bartender again, and laughed:

　　 "Homeland? With such a name on the deck, the gods will know what you are thinking directly. It's so easy to deal with you."

　　 "What is the name of your deck?" the bartender asked.

　　 The man held his chest and said proudly: "Happy!"

　　 "Happy...Don't clowns please all living beings?"

　　 "I am also a sentient being."

　　 The man held down two cards and stared at the bartender: "You have the courage to build a home, why don't you have the courage to release water on me?"

　　 "But why don't you want to beat me?" the bartender asked.

　　 "Because you must first prove that you are willing to fight against the gods, so that it is worth my money to buy you. This is more important than I kill you once." That humanity.

　　The bartender fell silent.

　　 ticked.

　　 ticked.

Ding!

　　 Another minute!

　　 The bartender reached out to draw a card.

　　 The man whispered: "Will you be a slave to the goddess of pain forever, or leave yourself a glimmer of hope, and be rescued by me in the future-you need to make a decision."

　　The bartender's hand froze.

　　 The man drew a card, still didn't look at it, and buckled it on the table.

　　 He stared at the bartender.

　　 The bartender lowered his head and thought quietly.

　　 Time is passing slowly.

　　 The clock on the wall jingled again.

　　 The man drew a card again and buckled it on the table.

　　——Now he has four unknown cards~www.readwn.com~ a little faster, although men can't be faster, but don't chirp. "The man cocked his legs and said casually.

　　 The bartender sighed, put down the card in his hand and said, "Kill me."

　　 The man laughed and flipped a card from the table.

　　 I saw a crooked stick drawn on that card.

　　嘭!

　　 The card turned into a crutch and fell into that person's hand.

　　 In the void, a small burning line appeared before his eyes:

　　 "The card has been transformed into an exclusive item for the Joker."

　　 The man yanked hard and drew a rapier from the crutch.

　　 He stood up, held the sword in one hand, and reached out to shook the bartender with the other.

　　 "You are welcome to join me. Sooner or later, I will buy you from the goddess so that you can live like a person again." He said seriously.

　　 "I hope so--but what should I call you? Ryuppei? Or a clown?" the bartender said.

　　 "Either way. When I dress like this, you can call me a clown. Calling Liuping will ruin the atmosphere."

　　 The man smiled, and the rapier pierced out of his hand!

　　嘭——

　　 The moment the bartender hits the sword, the whole person turns into a card.

　　 I saw that this card was densely covered with iron cords, as if to declare his status as a slave.

　　 The void split, the card flew in and disappeared.

　　 The entire Dark Mist Town returned to death.

　　——The trial is over.

　　 The man sat down at the bar again, reached out and poured himself a glass of wine.

　　 "Like a drowned person, desperately trying to grasp the last straw..."

　　 "Hey, I don't know if the gods will do the same, it's really exciting."

　　 He raised his head and drank all the wine in his glass.