It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 225 Senior, do you want to see mine?
Liu Zheng picked up the red pill and the item introduction popped up immediately.

"Name: Vision Pill"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: After consumption, you will gain the 'clairvoyance' state, which lasts for one hour."

"Note: You saw me? You saw me! I saw you."

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

Looking at the contents in the notes, he shuddered and quickly put away the red pill and picked up the blue pill.

"Name: True Vision Pill"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: After consumption, you will gain the 'True Vision' state, which lasts for one hour."

“Note: oppose it, know it, understand it, join it.”

“Can I take the copy out: No”

"Ok?"

Liu Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Why can a red pill bring out a copy, but a blue pill can't?
His intuition told him that there was very important information hidden in it, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment.

"Okay, go back to your seat."

Black Cat said.

When the two returned to their original positions, the bell rang again.

"Okay, the exciting opening match is over. Now, let's move on to the official part."

The black cat's paws pressed on the brim of the hat and its body was slightly arched.

Then she suddenly spun around, and the dress instantly turned into a glittering silver dance costume, with a diamond-studded belt appearing around her belly.

"Let's dance~"

It smiled evilly and snapped its fingers.

The surrounding auditoriums rumbled down, but the central square continued to rise and turned into a protruding large stage.

Colorful lights shine down from the Roman columns, creating a beauty that mixes classic and modern elements.

"The theme of this dance party is Disco~"

The black cat threw his hat into the air, causing a cheer.

The moment the hat fell down, music started.

"Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother."

"You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive."

"Feel the city breakin' and everybody shaken."

"and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive."

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive."

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive."

Accompanied by the psychedelic and rhythmic music, the authors present began to dance.

Both the Platinum author and the Gray Feather author twisted their bodies with their dance partners to vent the pressure that they had accumulated over time.

Of course, since some authors' forms are too special, there are many cases where they can only dance solo.

For example, there was a troll that was more than five meters tall and occupied a corner of the Colosseum alone.

Other authors didn't dare get too close, for fear that they would die if they were touched or get hurt if they were rubbed.

But it seemed quite comfortable. It closed its eyes, twisted its waist and hips, and its huge body was unexpectedly soft.

"Will you dance with me, beautiful lady?"

Liu Zheng bent down and extended a tentacle toward the novelist.

"Of course, handsome sir."

The novelist stretched out his tender white hand and placed it on the bronze tentacle.

Yes, Liu Zheng's skin color was also changed from purple-black to bronze by the big white goose. He no longer looked evil, but full of healthy and sunny aura.

"Big Brother, God forever!"

He gave a thumbs up to the big white goose in his heart, and then took the novelist to dance.

However, the large furisode that the novelist wore was not intended for dancing.

So, Liu Zheng could only take her to dance swing dance.

However, he was not particularly keen on dancing, so it didn't matter. Although there were many demons dancing around, the authors were excited but calm. Except for a few murderous eyes, there was no malice in the eyes of others.

The waiters who came and went carried trays filled with either desserts or drinks, but none of the food that would raise his blood pressure.

So, Liu Zheng relaxed for a rare moment and enjoyed the music and food.

Watching him constantly taking food from the tray passing by, the novelist felt both amused and distressed.

"Is the treatment in the Bloody Restaurant so bad? They don't even let the seniors have enough to eat."

she asked.

"No, I just want to store more nutrition."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

These foods and drinks are all of ordinary quality and their function is to restore physical strength.

If you are an ordinary player, eating and drinking excessively will naturally do more harm than good.

But he has "Flesh and Blood Regeneration", which consumes a lot of physical energy, so eating more will definitely be beneficial.

The key is that you don’t have to eat leftovers from cattle and horses, nor do you have to get a shave by the clerk of the unlucky coffee shop. You can eat and take for free with no limit on the amount. Where else can you find such a good thing?

Soon, Liu Zheng's stomach began to swell slightly.

"The atmosphere here is quite relaxed."

He said comfortably.

"This is just an appearance. Senior, do you want to see it?"

The novelist shook his head and then asked.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng said.

He has seen a lot in his travels in the metropolis, so what could be so strange about a mere writers' association?

When the novelist heard him say this, he dipped his finger in his saliva and smeared it on his eyeballs.

"Fuck, there really is something weird."

Liu Zheng blinked and then screamed.

The colorful dance scene just now was now shrouded in a thin black fog.

And this black fog does not come from anywhere else, but from the authors who are dancing.

The black fog is not real black fog, but words as small as dust.

"That's their accumulated negative thoughts being discharged from their bodies through dancing."

The novelist introduced.

“This is also the main purpose of holding a salon dance.”

"So that's how it is. It looks like you all are under a lot of pressure."

Liu Zheng said as he looked at the increasingly thick black fog.

"There's nothing we can do. The people from the Public Security Bureau only need to arrest and suppress people, but the authors from the Writers Association have a lot more to consider."

The novelist sighed.

“Then why don’t I have any negative thoughts?”

He looked around and said.

There are quite a few novelists, draped over her like a gauze dress.

"Because seniors are not members of the Writers Association yet, they do not enjoy this benefit."

The novelist explained.

"Oh. So, is this effective?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"If that's all, the effect is not satisfactory. After the dance, most of those negative thoughts will return to the author's body. However, there is another step later, and that is..."

"clang!"

The bell rang again, interrupting the novelist's words, and the music stopped temporarily.

The black cat held the microphone and spun three and a half times in the air before landing.

"After the dance just now, I think everyone has finished warming up. I'm so hot that I feel like I'm going to lose my hair early."

The black cat played a joke on himself, and the authors laughed along.

"Okay, let's move on to the next part of the dance, which is also my personal favorite."

"That's a dance battle!"

It said in a long voice.

(End of this chapter)