Chapter 213 Cooperation
"Ahem." 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 take a guess. Look, how will I entertain you next?"
He swallowed excitedly, grinning exaggeratedly, with excitement in his eyes. He almost couldn't suppress the madness, 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's naturally 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 doesn’t like killing people in nightmares, as this will contaminate the so-called cause and effect. He just likes torture. The pitiful appearance of those people desperately trying to survive makes him moved the most.
Because only then will those people understand the value of life.
He will even be merciful and throw his tortured and dying teammates into the door first, letting 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 came to the nightmare world, they just encountered some strange things and cried to go back, unwilling to take the slightest risk, even for clues.
Too many stupid, humble, shameful guys are waiting to reap the rewards.
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 will first try to cut their blood vessels and let them watch the blood flow out of their wrists, a little bit, then a little bit, 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 is more accustomed to cutting off their limbs.
It will be much lighter to carry this way and easier to carry. However, 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, and Nietzsche
They were also called madmen by the world and were not tolerated by the world's eyes.
But the reason why time is great is that it will make the real, wonderful and luminous scenes last forever, and bury those hypocrisy and vulgarity.
Beethoven used a stormy melody to fight back against the rhetoric since Bach that advocated 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 the exaggerated and deformed starry sky and irises, as well as those restless dark blue tones.
And Nietzsche.
Oh Nietzsche! !
Chen Ran’s eyes showed obsession.
Nietzsche’s arrogant and stubborn character and pessimistic thoughts are labels that cannot be washed away.
In Chenran’s eyes, whether it was his ambiguity with Salome, his separation from Wagner, or even being packaged as an evil spiritual godfather by his sister, and finally dying in a lunatic asylum, nothing could stop the latter from pointing to Christianity. The plaque, the phrase "God is dead" that the world said lightly, 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.
Crimson
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 Xiao huddled on the ground. Xiao moved a little, and 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, He leaned close to Su Xiaoxiao's ear and whispered: "Your brother is most likely dead. Even if he is not dead, he will be dead when I go back."
"Ahem." Su heard this. Xiaoxiao coughed up another large mouthful of blood, and the sound of his breathing was rapid, like 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 without the burden of his younger brother, this woman will be more interesting. maybe.
"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 weapon here is It’s not easy to take advantage of it. It would be better for both of us if you cooperate.”
Chenran, who was looking for a more comfortable angle to start from, suddenly heard a harsh sound and put away his spear. , lowered his gaze and looked at Su Xiaoxiao who was like a dead dog.
“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, cough, kill me, you can't beat him," Su Xiaoxiao said in a hoarse voice.
“Who?” Chenran raised his eyebrows, “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 troops. He looked at Su Xiaoxiao and his face darkened, "It seems that I am not the only one that Miss Su has as a partner." Last night, my colleague was looking for a change plan and said he would do it today. It was amazing
(End of this chapter)