Chapter 365 The Shadow of Reality (12)
In the dark room, as a burst of exciting music sounded, the entire venue lit up. Around King Kong and Anna, countless cameras and radio devices They were targeted, and with an irresistible force, they leaned back involuntarily and sat on the soft sofa. Not to mention, it was quite comfortable.
In front of them, a screen suspended in mid-air appeared, playing a certain news like a TV.
In the screen, the host with a blurry face said: "Our reporter just received a text message. Recently, Mr. King Kong, the spiritual master, and Miss Anna were invited to our station to be guests and be interviewed... "
"What the hell? Is it also an attack from the enemy?" King Kong didn't listen at all. He frowned and looked at the sofa under him. He used his legs to stand up and wanted to destroy this place. Just when he wanted to take action, He heard the host on the screen mention his name again.
"According to interviews with reporters, King Kong, the Soul Slayer, has a strong tendency to violence and may have some kind of mental illness."
"Huh? What did you say?!" King Kong raised the sofa in dissatisfaction and moved towards it. The screen in mid-air was smashed: "Stop talking nonsense! Go to hell, you stinky bitch!"
However, the sofa smashed directly into the screen, like a stone thrown into a mire. It just made a little ripple.
The host continued to report:
"The following is the latest information. The spiritual master King Kong once again showed serious violent tendencies in the interview, and is also suspected of discriminating against women..."
The screen showed King Kong lifting the sofa and slamming it into the camera. In the screen, King Kong was just in the state of exerting his strength. At this moment, his face was ferocious and full of flesh, just like a standard villain, and there was also a line of text: "Death, women!"
< br>"Hey, what do you mean I'm discriminating against women? What the hell is that line of text about!" King Kong was about to complain a few words, when he suddenly felt the sound of wind coming from behind him. He quickly turned around, but a sofa had already opened with a huge The force hit him in the face, knocking him to the ground.
The sofa also fell steadily from the air to the same place, as if it had never been moved.
"King Kong, are you okay?" Anna asked.
"It hurts, it hurts..." King Kong covered his face and climbed up from the ground, leaving a red mark on his face. He was furious: "Who is it? Who is attacking me?"
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Anna said solemnly: "That was your own attack. What you did just now hurt yourself, so don't act rashly anymore. There is something weird in this place, and I'm afraid it won't be able to pass through with brute force."
"How could such a thing happen!" King Kong felt a little pained in his balls.
Anna took out the tarot cards, cut them slowly and said: "Let me do some divination..."
In addition to their side, Hoshiba Joe and Inuyama Heita also encountered a lot of troubles. trouble.
On the stage of the variety show, facing the audience expressionlessly applauding with the backs of their hands, Joe Hoshiba and Heita Inuyama stared at the host in front of them without daring to care.
"Welcome our guests to come back to our venue again. The commercial time this time is really a bit long." The host said to the audience.
While the host was chattering, Xingchang let him silently raise his right palm and pointed it at him.
"Fujin God, gnaw him!" Xingchang Rang ordered.
Black mud spurted out from the weird tattoo in his palm, and instantly condensed into a big mouth. He swallowed the host in front of him in one mouthful, and then chewed it continuously, which made people feel a little bit confused. pain. But Xing Zhangrang didn't feel anything being absorbed into the black mud. He withdrew the black mud and murmured expressionlessly: "Sure enough, ordinary attacks are useless. This guy is just the embodiment of the will of this place. , as many as you want.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the spotlight in another place was turned off, and the host reappeared in the spotlight. He held his forehead and shook his head and said: "Oh my, it seems that our guests can't wait anymore... Then, next, I will Invite some audience members to come up to the stage and chat with our guests Let’s interact with each other and see what kind of sparks they will create.”
Dozens of translucent spirits with pale faces and dull eyes appeared on the field instantly, and they stood in a daze. His movements were reserved, waiting for the next order from the host.
“Next, the game we are going to play is called [Evisceration].” The host said: “Which audience member can take out any of the internal organs of our two guests will get the ultimate prize. ——Return to your own body. "
As soon as these words came out, all the spirits on the field rioted. They changed their previous sluggish appearance and rushed towards Hoshiba and Inuyama Heita.
The star field caused the greasy tentacles to appear in the palm of his hand, directly piercing a spirit body that rushed towards him, causing it to scream violently, and then was digested by the tentacles, but the other spirit bodies still looked towards them without knowing whether to live or die. They rushed over and tried to take out their organs.
"What the hell are these guys?" Hoshiba Rang frowned: "Is there something wrong? What's going back into the body? They're not dead! They're just projections of their souls."
Heita Inuyama clenched his fist and punched One of them beat those spirits away and said: "But they don't know. Brother Yi once said that they all thought they were dead, or that everyone around them They are all dead, so in order to prevent their identities from being discovered, they will ignore their own opinions and do what most people around them think..."
Xingchang Rang sneered: "But no matter what , these guys are too weak to do any harm to me!"
As he said that, he killed another spirit body with his tentacles.
"Ah!" Somewhere in Japan, a young man was awakened from his sleep. He had just dreamed that he had entered a strange variety show, surrounded by dead people, and he was the only one alive. So he had to pretend to be their kind and attack the two monsters on the stage.
"It hurts so much...that black mud monster." The young man gritted his teeth and said, "What a bastard. Although it's just a dream, if I dream about you again, I will definitely kill you!"
He lay down angrily and fell into sleep again. Following the traces of the previous dream, he continued the dream and returned to the stage.
Besides him, countless people had the same dream that night, dreaming that they were fighting two monsters on the stage...
"Mr. Shichijo ! You have said so much, but you have not yet produced any clear evidence. Do you really have any basis for this? "
A reporter asked at the venue.
Masato Shichijo nodded seriously: "Of course, then, next, I will bring out the evidence and ask everyone to look at the big screen. Now I am going to talk to the victims of Starlight Agency. Maybe you remember that they were on TV Maybe I don’t remember my performance, but it doesn’t matter. I found many witnesses. These many testimonies are enough to show that there is indeed something wrong with Starlight Agency!”
Everyone’s attention was attracted by the screen behind the stage. The video The call was connected...
Countless transparent silk threads dropped from the hands of the huge tanuki and were connected to the joints of the puppets, allowing the puppets to hold sharp blades and attack Qian Xiaoyi and Suzuna.
“Do you really think you can win?” The King of Civet Cats smiled: “I said, everything is under my control!”
(End of Chapter)