Chapter 1428 Cooperation

"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.

Chenran 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 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 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 was what moved him 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 come to the nightmare world, they just encounter some strange things and cry 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, little by little, then little by little, more and more, dyeing 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.

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

With his stormy melodies, Beethoven countered the rhetoric that had persisted since Bach, arguing 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.

His arrogant and stubborn character and his pessimistic thoughts are labels that Nietzsche cannot wash away.

In Chenran's eyes, 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 his words. The phrase "God is dead" that the world said lightly was the youth of that moment.

A person is alone 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 Will die too."

"Ahem!" Hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao coughed up another 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 interesting people like this. He is looking forward to the next meeting between the two. Maybe this woman will be more interesting without the burden of his younger brother.

"Miss Su, please stretch out your right arm," Chen Ran picked up a spear-like weapon beside the grave, tested the blade with his fingers, tilted his head and said, "The weapons here are not very handy, you should cooperate a little, it will be good for both of us."

Chen Ran, who was looking for an angle and where to start more comfortably, suddenly heard a harsh sound. He put away the spear, lowered his eyes, and looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was like a dead dog.

"Hehe"

Although the voice was very low and mixed with "wheezing" panting, it was still audible.

She was laughing.

This woman who was about to have her limbs chopped off by herself, and even died if she was not careful, was actually laughing.

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

"Who?" Chen Ran raised his eyebrows, "That Hao Shuai?"

"You don't really think I believe what you say, do you?" Su Xiaoxiao laughed more and more wantonly, her whole body twitching because of the severe pain caused by laughing, "Guess," she panted violently, "Why didn't Hao Shuai and the others show up?"

After a while, Chen Ran put away his weapon and looked at Su Xiaoxiao with a gloomy expression, "It seems that Miss Su has more than one partner."