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

Chapter 228 He is my man, no one can eat him except me

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by a crisp and powerful snap of fingers, Liu Zheng began to dance.

The four tentacles rose and fell like waves, but their movements were strong and powerful, without any sticky feeling.

"Clap!"

The strong and powerful hooves stepped on the ground, making a sound like tap shoes.

He walked towards Hishikibu with rhythmic dance steps.

The surrounding black fog rushed towards him and was then pushed away.

"Huh? Ah, I forgot to enable permissions."

When the black cat saw this scene, he was confused at first, and then he suddenly understood.

It patted its forehead, then picked up the feather pen and pointed it at Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng felt as if a valve had been opened in his soul.

The first black word emerged from his body, then the second, the third, and the fourth.
Countless words rushed to break free from the constraints of rationality and breathe the fresh air beyond Liu Zheng's will.

The words were all black at first, and then began to be mixed with some red.

By the end, it had turned completely bloody.

The thick black and red fog enveloped Liu Zheng, as if he was covered with a thick layer of mosaic.

In the thick fog, screams could be faintly heard.

There are women screaming, men screaming, insects screaming, and mermaids screaming.
And there was Liu Zheng’s own scream.

All the pain that Liu Zheng witnessed, experienced, and caused, turned into echoes in his soul without his knowledge, and he could not forget it.

"Ow!"

A loud and high-pitched scream resounded throughout the Colosseum.

Feeling the powerful will behind it, all the authors turned pale with fear.

As if they had found a backbone, all the screams adjusted their rhythm and joined the chorus of pain.

The music and lights of the Colosseum also seemed to be affected by the chorus and became unstable.

The original lively and lively accompaniment became intermittent, and some key syllables were replaced by screams.

The originally colorful laser lights were bright and dim, and finally all turned into black and red light.

The originally cheerful atmosphere of the dance party instantly turned into a horror movie scene.

Liu Zheng was unaware of this, as the negative thoughts that had been suppressing and weighing him down were eliminated, and he now fell into a state of incomparable lightness.

The light soul guides his light body to ascend towards an even lighter realm.

Dance! Dance! Dance!

Every muscle of Liu Zheng was mobilized and moved according to their own ideas.

Yet their rhythms are unified in one sound.

The sound was small at first, but soon grew louder and louder, swallowing up the entire screaming ensemble.

"Ya! Shub-Niggurath!"

"Meow meow meow!"

The black cat widened its eyes.

The other platinum authors also showed surprised expressions.

Of course they could tell that Liu Zheng had heard the gospel, but they didn't expect that the gospel could be brought out in this way.

"The idea is tough, let's work together!"

shouted a platinum author wearing a mink coat and a mouth full of gold teeth.

The platinum authors, including Kuroneko, nodded and took off their quills.

Following the direction their quills pointed, all the black fog became active, decomposing and combining into articles.

Then all the articles rushed onto the stage and completely enveloped Liu Zheng.

There was silence in the Colosseum for a moment, and then the music and lights returned to normal.

However, all platinum authors know that this is only temporary.

If the black fog of the Writers Association cannot dispel Liu Zheng's blood fog, then it will be a lot of fun.

And this is the normal process of the dance battle, the black fogs of the authors collide and consume each other.

While feeling the pain, the authors can also free themselves from their negative thoughts, and this process also polishes the authors' thinking.

As the dance king who perseveres to the end, his negative thoughts are eliminated most thoroughly, and he can often write a work that exceeds his level after the dance.

But now something unexpected happened.

Who could have imagined that this newcomer's negative thoughts would be so fierce?
It was as if an endless amount of black fog was pouring towards the stage, sizzling like hot oil being poured on a branding iron, and transforming into wisps of burnt smoke.

Although Liu Zheng's blood mist cannot be compared with those of the authors in terms of quantity, its texture is surprisingly hard due to the blessing of the gospel.

Seeing that half of the black fog in the venue had disappeared, while only a thin layer of the thick fog around him had been worn away, those platinum authors couldn't help but feel a headache.

They only ever complain that authors have too many negative emotions, but they never thought that one day they would complain that there is not enough black fog.

But if forces outside the process are used, it may lead to more uncontrollable results.

How to do?
The other platinum authors all looked at the black cat.

Since they can come to this dance, they must have a good relationship with the black cat.

But as platinum authors, they naturally have their own will and temper.

Although they didn't speak, their eyes conveyed the same message.

"You want to recruit new blood, so you have to solve the problem. Otherwise, don't expect us to support you as vice president."

The black cat naturally also received their thoughts and sighed helplessly.

It still has high hopes for this newcomer, but no one could have expected such an accident to happen.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Delivery Man."

Black Cat took out a monocle from his jacket pocket and walked towards Liu Zheng.

As for Hiashikibu? She had already been standing there in shock.

"Wait a moment."

However, when the platinum authors reached a consensus and the authors below gold were silent, a discordant voice was heard among the audience.

The novelist bent his knees and leaped onto the stage like a jumping spider.

Then, she dodged and stood in front of the black cat.

"I won't allow anyone to hurt him."

The novelist said this seriously.

"I understand your feelings, but now it's not us who want to hurt him. He wants to hurt himself and us."

The black cat said patiently.

There is still some time before the black fog dissipates, so it wants to try to persuade the other party.

After all, the novelist is no ordinary person. If he offends her, it will not be good for his future work as the chairman of the association.

"I can take him away."

The novelist said.

"Don't be silly. You should know that once the dance battle starts, it can't stop unless a winner is decided."

"Even if you take him out of the Quill Club, the blood mist on him won't disappear."

"In fact, when the gospel comes, it will not be us but the city hall that will arrest him."

The black cat shook his head.

“I can smooth over the relationship at City Hall.”

The novelist said, pursing his lips.

“Even if you can smooth over the relationship with City Hall, can you still get your hands on the bloody restaurant?”

The black cat said mercilessly.

"The half-human, half-black goat kid is a useful employee, but the black goat kid blessed by the gospel is the most delicious ingredient."

"I understand everything you said."

The novelist said calmly.

Her family background is far more prominent than Black Cat's, and her history is even longer, so how could she not understand all these twists and turns?

But so what?
"He is the man I reserved. No one can touch him except me."

The serrated blade tore through the large furisode, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.

The novelist held his arm horizontally with a slanted blade pointed at everyone in the Writers Association.

(End of this chapter)