Global Collapse

Chapter 825 The Divine Brush Collapses
“You’ve changed, you’ve really changed, you don’t even remember me. Take a look at this, I think it will help you regain your memory.” At this moment, Gu Mian had already taken off the guitar bag behind her and was reaching for the zipper on the bag.

Seeing Gu Mian take the bag off his back, Killer Teacher was somewhat puzzled.

Speaking of which, this lower-class person seems to have always been carrying this big bag on his back, ever since the first stage.

In theory, contestants are not allowed to bring such large personal items into the competition, so why hasn't anyone raised any questions from the beginning until now?

Even though she had noticed the big bag on 1118's back a long time ago, she didn't confront him.

The Killer Teacher was unaware that Gu Mian had a [Disguise Masterpiece Eight-Character Mustache] on his face. This thing had the effect of making people not recognize him upon meeting him. Even though Gu Mian's features were already very obvious, everyone would be like an idiot and wouldn't remember who he was or recognize the clothes he was wearing.

"And why does this bag look so familiar the more I look at it, but I can't remember where I've seen it before?" Looking at the guitar bag in Gu Mian's hand, Teacher Killer had a strange sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember when he had seen it before, no matter how hard he racked his brains.

While the teacher was still wondering, Gu Mian had already unzipped the bag completely, and a cold glint flashed across the teacher's face. Now he could finally see what was inside the bag.

Chainsaw!

How could the lower classes have such things?

Wait, a chainsaw? The killing teacher thought of something bad, of unpleasant memories.

"You...you you you..." He pointed at Gu Mian, a familiar figure appearing in his mind, but he couldn't remember his name or connect the figure in his mind with the person in front of him.

His mind seemed to be covered by a layer of paper, confused and muddled. The truth was right in front of him, but he couldn't break through that layer of paper no matter what he did.

Li San, sitting in the audience, felt the same way.

Looking at the familiar yet terrifying chainsaw, the name on the tip of his tongue was shrouded in mystery, and Li San's mind was filled with only one thought: "Who is he?"

"Who is he?" the other staff members asked.

"Is that a chainsaw? How could lower-class people have a chainsaw?"

"Quickly, go up and take the chainsaw away! Is he trying to kidnap the host?!"

The staff reacted immediately, gathering around and running towards the platform.

When the chainsaw appeared, Killer Teacher's first reaction was that Gu Mian was going to take him hostage. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have no interest in him and pulled the chainsaw to saw the floor beneath his feet.

The rumbling sound echoed on the stage, as if motorcycles were performing acrobatics on it.

"What are you doing! How dare you destroy the stage!" Upon seeing his beloved stage being destroyed, Teacher Killer disregarded everything else and immediately stepped forward to try and stop Gu Mian.

In this world, the lower class is always humble and obsequious when facing the upper class, as if they were born to be so.

The Killing Teacher was already used to the servile flattery of the lower classes, so when facing this nameless lower class, he still maintained his superior attitude.

Even though Gu Mian was holding a menacing chainsaw, the Killer Teacher didn't believe he would dare to put it on himself.

Gu Mian couldn't stand the teacher's temper, so he kicked the person who came forward to condemn him to the ground.

The teacher, who was short, rolled several times on the stage after being kicked over. His clothes were wrinkled, the microphone clipped to his ear fell off, his head was buzzing, and his face was full of disbelief.

When Gu Mian pulled out the chainsaw, the audience thought it was some kind of special program.

But things started to go wrong, until Gu Mian kicked the teacher to the ground, and the audience finally couldn't sit still anymore.

"No? Then what are those lowly people doing?"

"How dare he treat the upper class like that?"

"what happened?"

While the audience was wondering what was going on, Gu Mian had already cut a three-meter-long gap in the floor beneath her feet.

The stage was hollow, and the floor was only six or seven centimeters thick, so the chainsaw could cut it as easily as cutting tofu.

He straightened up and gestured to the large slit he had cut: "It seems like you can see down through this slit." But it was too dark down there; all you could see was a dark blur. It would be better to make a doorway.

Gu Mian then bent down again and began to "draw a door" on the floor, just like the honest and kind-hearted magic paintbrush Ma Liang in the fairy tale.

If nothing unexpected happens, a villain should appear next to stop Ma Liang's artistic creation.

Sure enough, a series of hurried footsteps sounded in my ears, as if someone was coming up from the bottom of the pyramid. The footsteps were mixed with a few curses, nothing more than cursing the damned lower class.

Gu Mian looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a large group of staff climbing up and rushing towards them with grim faces.

Gu Mian messed up the second phase, and the staff were furious. They had nowhere to vent their anger and wished they could tie Gu Mian up and make him go through every single activity on the field, preferably dying hundreds of times.

The arrogance unique to the upper class made them not shy away from the sharp weapon in Gu Mian's hand. Everyone, like Teacher Killer, thought that the lower class, even if they had the desire to steal, would not dare to do so, even if they had a chainsaw in their hands.

And so, the staff members, filled with hope, rushed toward the person in the center of the stage.

But before their wishes could come true, they were all stabbed by Gu Mian, who was wielding a saw.

"Crazy." Gu Mian muttered as she sawed, "Who would dare to charge at someone wielding a chainsaw? Is there a pig's head stuck between his ears?"

The staff members collapsed on the stage, groaning in pain. The Killer Teacher, who had been kicked over beforehand, became the only uninjured upper class member on the stage.

He had recovered from the kick and was scrambling to his feet, staring blankly at the scene before him.

Who am I? Where am I? Is this still a world ruled by the upper class? He wondered to himself.

His thoughts are what most people are thinking right now.

When the staff rushed up, the audience was still thinking that after catching 1118, they would make him live and subject him to all kinds of torture.

But the staff member who rushed up was slashed to the ground like a knife through butter. The audience was stunned and stared at the scene on stage with their mouths agape, unable to believe their eyes.

The expressions of the lower-class contestants were no less dramatic than those of the upper-class contestants.

The most interesting expression is still the 1766 on the top of the tower.

When Gu Mian pulled a chainsaw from her guitar case and started sawing the floor, he was shocked; when Gu Mian kicked the murderous teacher who tried to stop her, his mouth gaped open, almost big enough to fit two light bulbs; when he saw the staff coming on stage to punish Gu Mian, he looked at her with a relieved expression; when the staff fell to the ground one after another, his face was numb.

The scene was in complete chaos, and in a corner where no one was paying attention, Li San was stealthily making his way towards the main entrance of the venue.

Instead of joining the others in the charge, he chose to slip away.

"Run! We have to run!" Now he completely believed what Gu Mian said, fearing that if he was even a step too slow, he would end up like the host of that word-guessing game.

Meanwhile, in another unnoticed corner, Mr. Green was also secretly slipping away.

"Now's the time! Run!"

Mr. Green was short and inconspicuous. But unfortunately, the stage was in the center of the audience, so no matter which way he slipped away, he had to pass through the audience where the upper class was.

He had no choice but to crouch down and walk slowly, afraid that the upper-class people around him would notice something amiss.

"It's the other way around!"

"Charge! Grab that lowlife!"

The audience was in an uproar. The upper-class people had forgotten that they were there to watch the show and were rushing toward the stage with great momentum.

The petite Mr. Green was caught off guard and knocked to the ground by a superior man, falling backward.

"Inferior? Trying to sneak away?" The superior man who bumped into him frowned deeply when he saw Mr. Green's face, and kicked him hard.

Before the second watch, he died before he could achieve his goal, leaving behind only tears and grime. How despicable! But it's only 8:30 now, this time there really is a chance!