The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 24
Under a dilapidated low wall, a man with wet glasses was shivering.

His body is like a lump of plasticine that has been kneaded tightly, tightly shrunk into a ball.

What made him lose his composure was not the brainless zombies fighting wildly on the street, but a pale young man with white hair.

The white-haired young man stood in the middle of the road, covered in blood, like a sharp knife that had just been pulled out of his heart.

The mass of plasticine hiding his figure under the low wall is undoubtedly the quicksand that separated Mo Zhen.

After entering the city, he soon received the plot information of [Surreal Paradise].

In the city surrounded by corpses, he was like a little chick lost in KFC, hiding his figure while carefully looking for the location of the extermination center.

It has to be said that Quicksand's brand name is still acceptable. Not long after entering the city, he picked up a bottle of the artifact in an abandoned supermarket.

【Name: Seven Gold】

[Type: Dungeon Props]

[Probability of bringing out the game: None]

[quality: black]

[Introduction: Dr. Mickey's anti-corpse series of fist products, let you bid farewell to body odor and keep the aroma all the time]

[Special effects: cover up your own smell, slightly stimulate hormone secretion]

Relying on the taste-masking effect of this bottle of Seven Gold, Quicksand crawled around the edge of the building for half a night, and finally saw a zombie hunter.

The zombie hunter had a sexy beard, and his muscular bronzed muscles gleamed seductively under the light.

The knife in his hand was fast, and the way the snow-white blade sliced ​​through zombies reminded Quicksand of the stand-alone game he played a few years ago - Vegetable Ninja.

In the game, after the cucumber was cut off, the juice flowed out, which was exactly the same as the scene in front of me.

Looking at the scene in front of him, I don't know if it's the effect of Seven Gold, or the strangeness of this saber technique, a certain organ that has been weak for a long time in the quicksand has a shameful reaction...

Facts have proved that such things as physiological reactions are nothing more than endocrine troubles, and have no direct connection with reproduction, and have nothing to do with so-called love.

Just as the quicksand panting gradually became heavy, what happened next made him dare not even breathe out.

A blinding white suddenly appeared on the black street.

This whiteness is not the soft whiteness of the blue sky and white clouds, but the terrifying whiteness of the face of the deceased before death.

Pale hair, pale face, pale claws.

The whiteness on this young man gave Quicksand a sense of powerlessness.

The animal's response to crisis is a deep code engraved in the genetic code.

No matter how pretentious human beings are, they cannot get rid of this primitive instinct.

Almost the moment he sensed the other party, Quicksand came to a conclusion: This person is extremely dangerous!

That dangerous feeling was like the feeling that when he was lying on the beach basking in the sun with the sea breeze blowing, he suddenly saw a [-]-meter-high tsunami hitting him, covering the sky and the sun.

Caught off guard, powerless to resist.

The zombie hunter who was chopping cucumbers sensed the crisis, and when he turned to face the young man, his body trembled uncontrollably.

A penetrating killing intent pierced his spirit.

The heart is disturbed, the knife is slow.

The next moment, his bronze-colored muscular body also pierced through.

A pale claw pierced his heart, and a bright red claw protruded from his back.

The zombie hunter stared wide-eyed, as if he wanted to record the face of the person in front of him, and then his eyes lost their luster.

[Mr. Sao Nan, your HP has dropped to 0, this game is over]

In a health club, a trainer with bronzed muscles suddenly suffered from angina.

After being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, he escaped danger and survived.

But what puzzled the doctor was that the fitness trainer was very healthy and had no history of heart disease...

At the same time, in [Surreal Paradise], the white-haired youth kept waving his sharp claws, harvesting the lives of the remaining zombies at will.

In Quicksand's mind, the scene of the white-haired youth killing the zombie hunter lingered for a long time, and it was hard to shake it off.

That claw wasn't very fast in his eyes, logically speaking, the level of that zombie hunter should be enough to prevent it.

But the other party seems to have some invisible power that can make people lose the ability to resist.

Just like the zombies on the street now, they have completely become targets and are torn apart by the youth.

"Just stay here motionless and wait for him to leave."

Quicksand said so in his heart, he completely softened into a puddle of mud, and even lost the courage to look at the street.

It seems that every time you look at each other more, your own life will pass away.

Gradually, the sound of slashing on the street stopped, and the whole street fell into a deathly silence.

In this dead atmosphere, time seems to have lost its meaning.

Quicksand listened to his heartbeat quietly, feeling the blood rushing through his blood vessels.

All kinds of bodily fluids secreted uncontrollably, making his body wet.

After an unknown amount of time, Quicksand felt that he had come to the end of time, as if he poured out all the liquid in his body, leaving an empty body.

At this moment, he felt a lightness of losing everything.

Desperately, he glanced at the street. Broken cucumbers were scattered all over the ground, and slices of cucumber juice were flowing freely on the street, but he could not see the suffocating figure.

He let out a long breath, something filled the empty shell of quicksand, and a simple sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

In the messy streets in the middle of the night, the sour air, and the damp and tired body, Quicksand felt the most real happiness in his heart.

Happiness, it turns out that just being alive is enough.

At this moment, the coolness of the blade across the spine made Quicksand tremble.

A bone-piercing feeling came from Quicksand, and all the blood in his body seemed to freeze at this moment.

Quicksand didn't look back, his mind went blank.

Quicksand didn't use his eyes to confirm what happened behind him, but his strong survival instinct responded, madly driving his body to crawl forward desperately.

During the unconscious escape, [Personality·Self-encouragement] was activated, and the quicksand crawled like a desperate lizard.

The animal nature of crawling on four limbs is better than the rationality of walking on two legs. In the face of survival, rationality seems so small and powerless.

The blood-stained mouth of the white-haired young man showed a scornful smile, and he walked towards the quicksand leisurely at a walking speed.

He seemed in no hurry to chase the quicksand, and there was a confidence in his steps that even at this speed the quicksand couldn't escape him.

(End of this chapter)