Nightmare Attack

"Cough cough" blood foam continued to spurt out of Su Xiaoxiao's mouth, and her ribs were folded inward and punctured her lungs, making every breath she took was extremely difficult.

Su Ran seemed to be looking forward to it, as if he didn't want to miss any wonderful moments. He leaned close to Su Xiaoxiao's ear and licked his lips. "Miss Su," he said softly, "please guess what I will do next." How to entertain you?"

He swallowed excitedly, grinning exaggeratedly, and the excitement and madness in his eyes could hardly be suppressed, but he still pretended to be low and said: "I will first cut off one of your arms and throw it on the stone plate. ”

"If I can get what I want, that would be the best. If not," he paused, "we still have another arm and two legs of trial and error opportunities."

"Of course, I believe Miss Su's luck will never be that bad. You must use your body to do it." He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said with a dusty smile: "What do you think, Miss Su?" ?”

Chenran didn't like killing people in nightmares, as this would contaminate the so-called cause and effect. He just liked torture. The pitiful appearance of those people desperately trying to survive made his heart move the most.

Because only then will those people understand the value of life.

He would even mercifully throw his tortured and dying teammates into the door first and let them leave and return to the real world.

Torture is not the purpose, it is just a means. What he really wants is enlightenment!

Yes, it’s education!

Some people are really too fragile. Even when they first came to the nightmare world, they just encountered some strange things and cried to go back, unwilling to take the slightest risk, even for clues.

There are too many stupid, humble and shameful people waiting to take advantage of this.

Completely a slave to fear.

If the team suffers heavy casualties or encounters some supernatural and terrifying events, some of them may even commit suicide in fear.

Every time he met such a person, Chenran would control him and torture him bit by bit.

He would first try to cut their blood vessels, and let them watch the blood flow out of their wrists, a little bit, then a little bit, more and more, staining the plants and land beside them red.

But what Chenran doesn't understand is that every time at this time, these people who want to die will beg themselves bitterly, saying that they don't want to die, but want to live.

What a bunch of duplicitous guys.

No respect for life.

Of course, he finally satisfied them, but before carrying them half-dead and throwing them into the iron gate, these people would inevitably suffer some hardships.

Chenran was more accustomed to cutting off their limbs.

This will make it much lighter and easier to carry, but it is too troublesome to stop the bleeding, so it can only be used for a short period of time before the door is opened.

After returning to reality, their missing limbs will be returned to them. This feature in the nightmare makes Chenran very satisfied.

He doesn't resent others calling him crazy, because the word has no clear meaning of praise or blame after its origin. It is just a conceptual issue, which means it is not understood by the world.

Just like Beethoven, Van Gogh, Nietzsche

They were also called madmen by the world and were not tolerated by the world's eyes.

But the reason why time is great is that it will make the real, wonderful and shining scenes last forever, and bury the hypocrisy and vulgarity.

With his stormy melodies, Beethoven countered the rhetoric that had persisted since Bach, advocating that music should be external to personal emotions and should be a pleasing work of art.

Only when Van Gogh left his ears and lived in Saint-Rémy would he have exaggerated and deformed starry skies and oriole tails, as well as those restless dark blue tones.

And Nietzsche.

Oh, Nietzsche! !

Chenran's eyes showed obsession.

Nietzsche's arrogant and stubborn character and pessimistic thoughts are labels that cannot be washed away.

In Chenran's eyes, no matter whether it was his ambiguity with Salome, his separation from Wagner, or even the fact that he was packaged as an evil spiritual godfather by his sister and died in a lunatic asylum, nothing could stop the latter from pointing to the Christian plaque and following The phrase "God is dead" that the world said lightly was the youth of that moment.

A person who is alone is not because he wants to be alone, but because there are no others of his kind around him.

Chenran smiled with tears streaming down his face.

Nietzsche's tragedy did not repeat itself in him. What Nietzsche did not find, he found.

deep red

This is where he belongs.

"Miss Su," Chenran squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, "It's getting late. If you have nothing else to explain, we will..."

Su Xiaoxiao, who was shrinking on the ground, moved, Chenran stared at her with interest. She was obviously reacting to what she said. What did she want to say?

"My brother coughs." Su Xiaoxiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and some even splashed on Chenran's body, but neither of them cared. She said with difficulty and trembling: "Is he?"

"Don't worry, Miss Su," Chenran interrupted her, then narrowed his eyes, leaned into Su Xiaoxiao's ear, and whispered: "Your brother is most likely dead. Even if he is not dead, when I go back, he will He will most likely die."

"Ahem!" After hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and the "whooshing" sound he made when breathing was rapid, as if it was an old bellows that had leaked air.

Chenran was very satisfied with Su Xiaoxiao's reaction.

He has decided to keep her alive. After all, there are very few such interesting people. He is looking forward to the next meeting between the two. Maybe without the burden of his brother, this woman will be more interesting.

"Miss Su, please straighten your right arm." He picked up a spear-like weapon beside the tomb, Chenran tested the edge with his fingers, tilted his head and said, "The weapons here are not easy to use. Please cooperate." A little, it’s good for both of us.”

Chenran, who was looking for an angle and a more comfortable place to start, suddenly heard a harsh sound. He put away his spear, lowered his gaze and looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was like a dead dog.

"hey-hey"

Although the voice was very low and mixed with wheezing sounds, it could still be heard clearly.

She is laughing.

This woman, who was about to have her limbs chopped off by herself, and who would even die if she didn't pay attention, was actually smiling.

"Even if you can kill me, you can't beat him," Su Xiaoxiao said in a hoarse voice.

"Who?" Chenran raised an eyebrow, "That Hao Shuai?"

"You don't really think I believe what you said, do you?" Su Xiaoxiao laughed more and more wildly, her whole body twitching from the severe pain caused by her laughter, "Guess what," she gasped violently , "Why didn't Hao Shuai and the others show up?"

After a while, Chenran put away his weapon and looked at Su Xiaoxiao, his face darkened, "It seems that I am not the only one that Miss Su has as a partner."