Holy shit?"
The spider, its eyes slightly moist, stopped its ramming into the television screen and stared at the top of the screen in disbelief.
On the screen,
The figure, engulfed in flames, instantly traced a strange yet elegant arc between the stage and the audience.
At the end of the arc, Lin Fan's figure appeared.
From extreme speed to extreme stillness, the body came to an instant.
Family-friendly, Level 1 copying ability, [Demon Child's Smile].
A bewitching, eerie smile played on his lips as his hand pierced the chest of a figure dressed in black, clutching a cold heart.
"I'm not dead."
"You're the one who's dead."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared again.
When he appeared, he had returned to the center of the stage, holding a black heart that looked like rotten wood in his right hand and his sister's hand in his left, standing elegantly.
"This is my performance. Are you satisfied?" Lin Fan gently exerted force with his right hand, and the crimson lotus flames burned, turning the heart into ashes.
thump!
The figure whose heart had been ripped out collapsed instantly, turning into a memorial tablet that had been smashed in half.
The audience was completely silent.
But the next moment—
"good!"
"pretty!"
"Standing on a stage performing ghost plays, yet daring to fight back and kill the audience? Good! Good! Good!"
"That's excellent work! You deserve a reward!!!"
To Lin Fan's surprise, even though one audience member had been killed, the other audience members suddenly became excited.
Excitement suddenly gleamed in their eyes, which were either scarlet or dark.
The audience, which had been completely silent just moments before, suddenly became excited and booed, just like the audience in a Beijing crosstalk teahouse!
'What the hell... a bunch of people looking for fun?'
'No! A joke?'
Lin Fan's mouth dropped open. He felt his brain couldn't quite process what he was seeing.
To be honest, he was prepared to be swarmed by these monstrous things.
"Your performance won the audience's praise. Now, would you like to have a chance to live? Or—"
"Continue performing to get more praise?"
"Oh, right... I must remind you, if you can get more praise, you might get some rewards—"
"When we perform ghost plays, it's never just a game of death."
"You must be a Sequencer, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to kill a single audience member. Let me tell you a secret: if your performance is spectacular enough and you win the favor of a particular audience member, you might be able to gain a new Sequence ability, [Ghostly Talent], becoming an enviable dual-Sequencer..."
Beside Lin Fan, as the heart burned out, a figure in a blood-red theatrical robe with a mocking expression emerged from the darkness.
His figure had somehow grown to be at least 2.5 meters tall, and he stood next to Lin Fan, looking at him with a mocking expression.
This is precisely what can be activated when someone gains the approval of the majority of the audience...
New fun.
What's the point of ordinary people's struggles and performances?
The arduous choices and inner turmoil of those who follow these sequences are what make the food truly interesting.
The real fun.
They enjoy this kind of fun.
"choose?"
Lin Fan hugged his sister and glanced at the black-clad ghosts sitting on the long table below the stage, their excitement palpable.
Why choose this option?
"Because this is the rule! The rule for performing ghost plays. My rule." The blood-stained opera robe trembled incessantly, like a burning red cloud.
"Rules must be followed." He bent down slightly, pressing his face tightly against Lin Fan's. Lin Fan could even see the dark leather faintly shimmering amidst the thick paint on his face.
"Your rules?"
"Who are you?"
Lin Fan stared straight at him, without the slightest fear in his eyes.
"very good!"
I love your eyes.
"Very resolute, very determined."
"When you die, I will reward your eyes by making them a part of me."
The figure in the blood-red theatrical robe chuckled, his chilling gaze fixed on Lin Fan's eyes, making no attempt to conceal his desire to possess them.
"As for who I am?"
"You can call me Mo."
"The God of Mockery".
"The god of mockery laughs, the god of mockery makes a ruckus, the splendor remains, the old faces are replaced by the new."
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"Mocking Kagura, mocking Kagura's dance, her rosy cheeks seem to weep like ghosts and gods."
"Mocking the gods is sad, mocking the gods is joyful, a red-faced skeleton faces the spring breeze."
"The mocking god departs, the mocking god arrives, and at night thousands of doors and households vanish."
The eerie singing voice burst from the mouths on his face, drilling into the ears of everyone in Buckingham.
It causes excruciating headaches and drives people almost mad.
"Pfft!"
A soft sound.
...
Inside the private room, Spider and the sorceress, who were pressing their ears to resist the sound, suddenly widened their eyes.
No!
Everyone stared wide-eyed.
They stared wide-eyed in amazement at the television in front of them, their mouths agape, as if their thoughts had frozen.
"madman..."
"madman!"
These two words come to mind for many people.
The audience below the stage erupted in joyful exclamations once again.
They celebrated their victory with great joy, they danced with glee:
"That's fun!"
"That's fun!"
"Hahahaha..."
"This is so much fun!"
"This guy's reckless! Even more reckless than us ghosts—"
"This human is so much fun! I want to play with him from now on, hahaha..."
"This is much more interesting than watching a ghost opera!!!"
Some audience members laughed loudly, their previously lifeless faces now filled with excitement.
on stage,
The singing of the mocking god stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head in surprise.
Look at your chest.
There was a fist-sized hole in the blood-red opera robe, and an arm was stuck in the hole.
It is uniform in thickness and has a tender texture.
It was Lin Fan's arm.
He was currently holding the heart of the God of Mockery in his hand.
A cold, red paper-like heart.
"You..."
"Me? I just don't like following the rules."
"I've followed the rules my whole life, and as a result, I've been stuck in a hospital my whole life. Now, the last thing I want to follow is the rules and regulations that other people set for me."
Lin Fan chuckled as he spoke, lifting up the paper heart, which was larger than his fist.
Put it near your mouth.
Click!
Click!
It's like eating a bright red peach.
He bit off pieces of the red paper, chewed them, and swallowed them.
"What is he doing? He ate the heart of that evil spirit???" The sorceress's eyes widened, and she quickly raised her right hand, constantly calculating, wanting to know if there would be any side effects after Lin Fan ate the heart of the evil spirit called the God of Taunts.
Spider, meanwhile, pulled the bar hostess next to him into his arms and said with immense pride, "See that? That crazy guy!"
"That's my brother!"
...
Thirty seconds ago,
When the song sung by the mocking god reached its climax,
Lin Fan plunged his sword into the chest of the God of Mockery, pulled out its heart, and prepared to burn it with the Joyful Fire Lotus.
"elder brother!"
"That peach looks very sweet!"
"Can I eat it?"
As his sister's voice entered his ears, Lin Fan was momentarily dazed.
"Isn't this a heart made of folded paper? Why does my sister say it's a peach?"
Are you stupid?
The little sister chuckled, "No, no, it's just a peach, brother, can I have one?"
As she spoke, she crawled up Lin Fan's thigh, snatched the heart, and began chewing it with a crunching sound.
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