"I'm going to kill you!"
The female ghost whose face was changed by physics, with a messed up face, rushed towards Chu Tianshu almost violently!
There are many ways to kill Painted Skins. In the past, Painted Skin Ghost was often attacked by players, but the only thing she has never experienced and never thought about is the face-splashing treatment from makeup remover!
Painted Skin Ghost let out an angry howl, and with his hands clawed, he rushed towards Chu Tianshu.
"Girls, don't be so irritable." Chu Tianshu quickly took out his mobile phone and took two pictures of her, "Here, look, it's quite artistic."
Painted Skin Ghost: …
"what!"
After letting out a groundhog-like scream, she rushed down the stage violently, covering her face like an arrow flying off the string.
The direction she rushed towards was a bunch of small buildings in the dark. It seems that there is a place where the actors rest and put on makeup.
The old man next to him: ...
There was no host on the stage, and the remaining ghosts were dumbfounded. In the dazed eyes of you looking at me and me looking at you, Chu Tianshu took out a crumpled pink play sheet from his jeans pocket.
"Well, hello." He picked up the microphone thrown on the ground by the female ghost, "Since the host is gone, let me take the place next?"
The mixed-race man raised his head with difficulty on the ground: "You..."
"Don't underestimate me." Chu Tianshu said casually, "Of course I will host, but I really can't..."
He paused: "I just hahahahaha when I have nothing to say."
Mixed race man: ...
With such a sunny Chu Tianshu, it would be better if he didn't know what to say. Like him, he didn't know what to say, and there were the ghosts and the old man in black next to him.
Li Gui looked at the old man in black. The old man stood in the darkness and seemed to be nodding.
"Since this...everyone is here, let's move on to the second scene. What's the name of the second scene? Breathing fire?" Chu Tianshu looked backstage, "Who will come up and spray?"
Li Gui: ...
This second round of fire-breathing, like the first round of face-changing, is a way for ghosts to torture humans as usual.
The fire-breathing was supposed to be a human being who selected the only non-toxic bottle from the four bottles, put the drink in his mouth, and completed the show. However, Chu Tianshu, who was extremely uncooperative, chose a bottle casually, and took out a sprayer with a strange shape from his bag.
He filled the sprayer with alcohol and easily completed the performance with the help of a lighter.
"It doesn't matter whether the wine is poisonous or not, as long as it is wine." Chu Tianshu said straightforwardly, "This is the power of technology."
Lin Huai: ...
The ghosts on the stage walked down one after another. After them, several living corpses came up. They stood silently on the stage, walking around from time to time.
After the second performance, the female ghost who finished her makeup also hurried back from the backstage.
There was an extremely distorted expression on her face, and after seeing Chu Tianshu on the stage, her expression became even worse: "You..."
"I'm sorry." Chu Tianshu said, "The location of the stage will not stay for you forever."
Female ghost: ...
She looks like a female artist who went out on vacation to relax, but when she came back, her resident mc status was replaced by the new Xiao Hua. Lin Huai smiled lightly beside her: "You are too angry."
Female ghost: ...
Lin Huai: "Tsk, plastic surgery guy."
Strictly speaking, Lin Huai, who obtained his current body through seizing the house, can be called a head-changing monster. However, after brazenly mocking the female ghost, he clapped his hands and stood up from his seat.
"It's almost time for me to play." He shrugged. "The next game... no, what's the show?"
"Flying knife."
An old voice came from the corner.
It was the old man in black who spoke. He coughed, revealing his emerald green ring: "The curtain rises!"
"boom!"
In the astonished eyes of everyone, a white curtain suddenly rose around the originally open stage!
The white curtain completely covered the stage, making it impossible for people to see the scene.
"Snapped!"
A row of flying knives landed on the tea table beside Lin Huai.
"In the curtain, there are now six living corpses and two humans." The old man said slowly, "Before the thirty blades are used up, use them to shoot all the living corpses inside, and at the same time..."
"The human beings in the curtain are also in danger of being stabbed." He continued, "You can choose to accept this task, or in another way... turntable."
"There are eight wooden signs on this turntable. Six of them represent living corpses, and two represent humans." The old man said, "You will randomly fire six blades, and these six blades will also determine their life or death."
Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible to use thirty blades to kill the ghosts in the curtain. So the meaning of the old man is obvious.
He was inducing Lin Huai to use the turntable.
Lin Huai looked at the blade on the coffee table and fell silent.
"Are you still thinking about it?" The old man smiled softly, "Are you going to..."
"No." Lin Huai said, "I'm just very confused..."
The old man held his breath.
"Where did you get so many blades?" Lin Huai asked, "A player gets 30 blades, but before there were four players, it was 150 blades... Could it be that Juzhuang is also called Tibetan Knife Villa?"
old man: ...
"From the perspective of the tasker, using the turntable is actually a better choice." Lin Huai picked up a blade, "However, the turntable itself means absolute randomness and uncertainty. Eight identical wooden signs , who can guarantee that there are no human beings stuck in it?"
"So you choose the curtain?" the old man said.
He chuckled: "However, with the opaque curtain, it's even more difficult for you to stab these living corpses... Even if you use up all the thirty blades, you still can't completely stab them!"
"I don't need thirty, I only need six."
Lin Huai suddenly laughed.
His eyebrows curved when he smiled. He played with the blade with his slender white fingers, and said: "Using the random turntable is to give their chance of survival to the destiny. What I hate most is to bet on luck with God."
Curtain.
"So he plans to murder us himself?!"
The mixed-race man was still lying on the ground, questioning Chu Tianshu. He seems to have fallen into a breakdown: "I don't gamble on luck, but do it myself... Is he planning to kill us all?!"
"Don't worry." Chu Tianshu said, "He has his own plans."
Behind them, six living corpses were still walking boredly.
"I guess," Chu Tianshu said, "he should plan to use our voices to locate us and find out where we are..."
"But can he find the location of the living corpse??"
"You should know that after the 30 blades are used up, if you haven't killed all the living corpses with the blades, then they will all die." The old man said solemnly, "The man in the curtain... is your teammate, so you just kill him like this." His life and death are a joke..."
"You're wrong." Lin Huai shrugged, "He's my boyfriend, and... I trust him."
"Listen, he believes me." Mu Buli Chu Tianshu said to Fu Liye, "This is the tacit understanding between lovers..."
"What do you believe in, do you believe that you can avoid the ubiquitous blades..." Fu Liye's expression was about to change, "But I don't believe him..."
Lin Huai's next voice came into the curtain: "I believe he has great fortune."
Fu Liye: ...
In a dangerous situation, he still looked at Chu Tianshu with sympathetic eyes: "He..."
"Yu Nu Wu Gua." Chu Tianshu changed his face immediately, "Go to the corner and spread out."
Fu Liye: ...
"Speaking of it, according to your point of view." Lin Huai grabbed a flying knife, silver light flickered on his fingertips, "Just use the blade to kill these living corpses, that's all right?"
The old man nodded.
"That is to say..." Lin Huai was thoughtful, "I shoot the blade, the blade enters the curtain, and the blade kills the living corpse behind the curtain, is that enough?"
"yes."
"Well."
Lin Huai suddenly laughed. He looked in the direction of the curtain. The curtain in front of him was completely dark, and the shadow behind him could not be seen at all.
"I don't want to leave his life to luck, or something like a turntable. Although, even if he hits his wooden sign, he can't die... But this incident will make me a little uncomfortable after all." "It's like ceding ownership of yourself to someone else...and..."
He said to himself: "I have flying knife skills beyond ordinary people."
Then, he put the blade across his chest and said, "Chu Tianshu, squeak?"
There was a "squeak" from the curtain.
"it is good."
Lin Huai suddenly smiled happily, with curved eyebrows and eyes: "Next, I will shoot this blade in your direction. Remember to hold it firmly, if it cuts you... Tsk, remember to protect your important parts."
Chu Tianshu: "○○?"
Lin Huai: "... Of course it's your neck and head."
The old man stood beside Lin Huai, seemingly completely ignorant of how this man planned to carry out this mission with no possibility of winning. Fu Liye lay on his stomach next to Chu Tianshu, trying his best to spread his body to avoid being affected by the blade: "What are you guys trying to do..."
"brush!"
Lin Huai made a move!
A blade was moving forward rapidly in the air, it pierced the curtain, the speed was slowed down by the friction of the cloth, and finally stopped between Chu Tianshu's fingers!
Mixed race man:
"Oh." Chu Tianshu looked at him with a confused face, and smiled, "Hey, I received it very easily. This is the tacit understanding between us."
The mixed-race man looked at the scratch marks on his face: "It's easy to catch it, your face is obviously..."
Chu Tianshu: "The skin is dehydrated and cracked."
Afterwards, the second, third, ... sixth flying knives flew in one after another, passing Chu Tianshu in every direction like a master of human body strokes, and he caught them all.
Lin Huai's voice came from outside the curtain again: "Then, we..."
"I know."
"Oh?" Lin Huai seemed to smile, "It's good that you know."
"Wait, you know, he knows, what are you guys doing?"
Under the confused eyes of the mixed-race man, Chu Tianshu put the six blades into his pocket and replied: "The old man asked us to kill the living corpse with six throwing knives, but he didn't say—"
"We had to kill them with a single shot. So he threw the knife at me. I was in charge of the blade..."
"Responsible for clearing Bunei."
He knocked a fleeing corpse to the ground and, after stunning him with a wrench, thrust the blade into his forehead.
The mixed-race man was hesitant to speak while watching this scene, and then he wanted to.
After a long time, he said, "You call this killing with a flying knife?"
Chu Tianshu: "Is there something wrong?"
Mixed-race man: "... taught."