I’m Actually a Bigshot

So Cheng Xiao also turned around and left.

"I'm already dead?" Philosopher Lin Zexue was lost in thought after hearing the truth, "But now I have thoughts, pain, and memories, aren't these signs of being alive? Maybe I'm dead, but now I am also in another state of being alive, and the boundary between life and death is probably not as difficult to cross as we think... Sorry, can you give me some time? I need to think about this issue carefully."

The third tester turned and walked away.

"I'm sorry!" Wang Peng was supposed to be the most normal of the five, but after hearing the truth about the trial in the underworld, his first reaction was to apologize to Wutou, "Teacher, I still couldn't finish it in the end. The performance, I used other means to cover up my poor skills during the performance! Please give me a chance, I hope that one day I can perform a real global speeding performance with the teacher!"

As a result, the pair of teachers and apprentices ignited an unprecedented fighting spirit, turned around and left together, and continued to train.

The last one who knew the truth was Zhang Ai. When she heard that she had died, she was the one who reacted the most among all the testers.

Su Qingxing still remembered that when Zhang Ai came to the circus city, his wish was to find a comfortable way to die.

Therefore, the trial in the underworld was indeed a hurdle for Zhang Ai.

"I'm sorry, I want to think about it." After Zhang Ai knew from the escape master that she could leave, although she did not directly refuse like others, she still showed hesitant thoughts, "Since the goal of wanting to die has been achieved If it doesn't work, then I have to find a new target."

In the end, the five testers decided to stay in the circus city temporarily, skip some of the unnecessary steps, become the assistants of the five circus teachers, and may even directly receive the next batch of testers who come to the circus city. !

Su Qingxing placed the watermelon-sized crystal ball, the exit of the circus city, directly in the divination room. Even if there is no fortune-teller in the fortune-telling house, as long as the crystal ball is still there, the fortune-telling house becomes the real outlet of the circus city.

In this way, Su Qingxing finished a job again, met a weird circus city and equally weird testers, and finally gained a memory that was not terrifying, but was equally impressive.

If possible, Su Qingxing hopes that he can find such an easy and interesting job.

Although at the end... Su Qingxing failed to become the big boss of the entire horror world as Zhu Sha expected. Sure enough, it would take a few more visits to get used to this kind of identity change, Su Qingxing thought silently.

However, in the words of cinnabar, such a circus city can be regarded as one of the very special worlds in the world he built.

Among the worlds built by cinnabar, there are more horror worlds that pay homage to the classics, such as the never-ending ghost bus, the campus full of ghosts, the cinema leading to death...

Or a haunted house in bào wind and rain!

In a world built by cinnabar, there is a simple-looking villa that stands on a lonely mountain.

The wind and rain outside the villa increased, thunder and lightning flashed.

Inside the villa, six people sat in the living room with different expressions, some nervous, some fearful, some calm, some disdainful, and some confused.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the villa!

"Little devil with a dog!" The man who spoke was a man with a watermelon knife in his hand. He pointed to the little boy with a little white dog not far away, "Go and open the door."

The knock on the door was repeated again and again, as if it could go on forever.

And the boy who was named looked to be only about five years old, with a handsome face, and Yuxue was cute. At this moment, he was holding a small white "dog" in one hand and a peach in the other, and was blinking at the man with the watermelon knife. man.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a macho?!" The man with the watermelon knife widened his eyes and looked very vicious. He had a stout body, and a fierce tiger pattern was tattooed on the back of his shaved head. The appearance of holding a weapon does not look like a good stubble.

However, the little boy who was eating the peach didn't seem to be frightened, and took a small bite on the peach.

"What are you bullying the child for?" The closest to the boy was a woman wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, perhaps because she couldn't stand the man's coercion, the woman with glasses shouted at him, "You are such a big man. , won't you open the door?!"

"Are you very opinionated?" The fierce bald head waved at the woman with a knife, causing the woman with glasses to immediately shut her mouth and say no more.

Seeing the other party compromise so quickly, a smug expression appeared on the bald head, as if he liked the feeling of suppressing everything with force and issuing orders.

"Don't open the door!" It was another man who was curled up, his face full of fear, his hair was dyed huáng, and he had several metal rings on his ears and nose, "Danger! The danger is just outside the door!"

"Have you seen this knife in Lao Tzu's hand?" The fierce bald head widened his eyes, "In this room, this knife is authority, you must do whatever I ask you to do! Don't challenge my authority. , so kid, go open the door!"

"Oh." The little boy put Xiaoxue on the sofa, jumped off the sofa obediently holding the peach, and walked towards the door of the villa in front of him step by step, "My name is Su Qingxing, not a kid."

The door handle is a little high, so boy

Diligently stood on tiptoe, and continued to stretch upwards with the hand that was not holding the peach, and finally grasped the heavy-looking doorknob.

The doorknob was heavy, and the boy on tiptoe was there to press it down hard.

"Don't linger, kid!"

"Crack!" Just as the grumpy man urged, a sound came... The door opened!

"Bang!"

When the door was smashed open by the airflow outside, the little boy stood in the middle of the airflow, watching the wind and rain swept in from the outside, and the smell of rain, leaves and soil all poured into the villa at this moment, but The influx of wind and rain seemed to be mixed with crying and laughter, mixed with some ominous flavors.

The others couldn't help but look out the door. The knocking on the door had disappeared, but there was nothing outside the door except the swaying shadows of trees.

"Come in! Come in!" Huáng shuddered and hugged his head with a panicked face, "Those things are in! Come in!"

However, the little boy just looked at the peach in his left hand in the wind, which was accidentally soaked with rainwater and a stump of leaves that he didn't know where it came from.

"You can't eat it." There was a bit of pity in the boy's tone.

Chapter 50 Little Su Qingxing

Zhou Rui is a single aristocrat who has just passed his thirty-fifth birthday. He has a stable job, owns his own property and means of transportation, insists on fitness, has dinner at least once a week, travels at least twice a year, and lives a life he thinks is fulfilling. and satisfied life.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Rui, who is dressed in a formal suit and wears glasses at work, is also a rare intellectual beauty. But... just a little bit older.

That day, Zhou Rui was the same as usual. She was about to change her clothes and go out for a run after returning from get off work, but as soon as she opened the wardrobe, she was spinning around for a while, and after being dazed for a while, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place. ?

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Just as Zhou Rui sat up from the thick carpeted floor, she saw a bad-looking young man on the opposite side rolling on the ground sweating profusely. , the pain in his neck was even to the point of "exploding muscles", and he continued to make a series of screams as soon as he took a breath, and the sweat instantly wet the white T-shirt he was wearing.

Although he didn't know what happened, Zhou Rui, an outsider, could feel the pain of that huáng Mao, and the way he was struggling was like a character who was slashed several times in a TV series.

But even an actor with the best acting skills may not be able to show such real pain.

The weirdest thing was that there was no wound on that huáng Mao's body, it could even be said that he was unharmed, and he had no idea why he made such a painful scream.

"What's the noise!" A bald-headed man in a black leather jacket stood up from the sofa beside him, and Zhou Rui could even see him spitting when he spoke.

And the bald head was holding a long and sharp watermelon knife!

"Ah!" Even Zhou Rui couldn't help shouting.