Nightmare Attack

"Cough cough" blood foam kept gushing out of Su Xiaoxiao's mouth, and her ribs were broken and pierced her lungs, making her every breath extremely difficult. Chen Ran seemed to be expecting something, as if he didn't want to miss any wonderful moment. He leaned close to Su Xiaoxiao's ear and licked his lips. "Miss Su," he whispered, "Please guess, how will I treat you next?"

He swallowed excitedly, his mouth exaggeratedly grinning, the excitement and madness in his eyes were almost uncontrollable, but he still pretended to be low and said: "I will cut off one of your arms first 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 to try and make mistakes."

"Of course, I believe Miss Su's luck will never be that bad. I must use your body," grinning, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, Chen Ran smiled and said: "What do you think, Miss Su?"

Chen Ran doesn't like to kill people in nightmares, which will be contaminated with the so-called cause and effect. He just likes to torture. The pitiful appearance of those people struggling to survive is the most heart-warming to him.

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

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

Torture is not the goal, but a means. What he really wants is enlightenment!

Yes, enlightenment!

Some people are really too fragile. Even when they just came to the nightmare world, they cried and wanted to go back just because they encountered some weirdness. They were unwilling to take any risk, even for clues.

Too many stupid, humble and shameful guys are waiting to reap the fruits of their labor.

Completely slaves of fear.

If the team suffered heavy casualties and encountered some supernatural and terrifying events, some of them would even commit suicide out of fear.

Every time he met such a person, Chen Ran would control him and torture him a little bit.

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

But what Chen Ran didn't understand was that every time at this time, these people who wanted to die would beg him bitterly, saying that they didn't want to die, they wanted to live.

What a bunch of duplicity.

They have no respect for life.

Of course, he finally satisfied them, but before he carried them half-dead and threw them into the iron gate, these people had to suffer some pain.

Chen Ran was more used to cutting off their limbs.

This would be much lighter and more convenient to carry, but it was too troublesome to stop the bleeding, so it could only be used for a short period of time before the door opened.

After returning to reality, their missing limbs would be returned to them. This feature in the nightmare made Chen Ran very satisfied.

He didn't dislike others calling him a madman, because this word had no clear meaning of praise or criticism after tracing its origin. It was just a problem of concept, representing that it was 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 secular eyes.

But the reason why time is great is that it will make the real, wonderful and shining scene last forever, and bury all those hypocritical and vulgar things.

Beethoven used a stormy melody to fight back against the argument that music should be a pleasing work of art outside of personal emotions since Bach.

Only when Van Gogh left his ears and lived in Saint-Remy, there would be exaggerated and deformed starry sky and oriole tails, as well as those restless deep blue tones.

And Nietzsche.

Oh, Nietzsche!!

Chen Ran's eyes showed an obsessive emotion.

The arrogant and stubborn character and pessimistic thoughts are the labels that Nietzsche cannot wash away.

In Chen Ran's eyes, whether it was the ambiguity with Salome, the separation from Wagner, or even the ending of being packaged as an evil spiritual godfather by his sister and finally dying in a lunatic asylum, they could not cover up the latter's pointing to the plaque of Christianity and saying to the world lightly, "God is dead", the fragrance of that moment.

People who are alone are not because they want to be alone, but because they can't find their kind around them.

Chen Ran smiled with tears.

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

Deep red

is his destination.

"Miss Su," Chen Ran narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky, "It's getting late. If you don't have anything else to say, we're going to..."

Su Xiaoxiao, who was curled up on the ground, moved. Chen Ran stared at her with interest. She was obviously reacting to what he said. What did she want to say?

"My brother, cough cough," Su Xiaoxiao spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and some even splashed on Chen Ran, but neither of them cared. She trembled and said with difficulty: "Is he..."

"Miss Su, please rest assured," Chen Ran interrupted her, then narrowed his eyes, leaned close to Su Xiaoxiao's ear, and whispered: "Your brother is probably dead. Even if he is not dead, he will die when I go back."

"Cough cough" Su Xiaoxiao coughed up a large mouthful of blood again, and the "wheezing" sound of her breathing was as rapid as an old bellows with a leak.

Chen Ran was very satisfied with Su Xiaoxiao's reaction.

He has decided to spare her life. After all, there are very few interesting people like her. He is looking forward to their next meeting. Perhaps 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."

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