The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 12 Beyond Fear
On the dark road, a huge roar tore apart the silent night.

On this gigantic source of noise, Quicksand wailed and wailed.

"What? Mr. Xu, what are you talking about! Stop playing with me, okay, I'm really about to be dumped..."

"Don't you understand!"

Mo Zhen slammed on the accelerator again without agreeing, shouting hysterically.

"Coward, you can't see the sun of the second day. If you can't overcome the fear in your heart, we will always face endless pursuit!"

Hearing Mo Zhen's frantic and insane voice, Quicksand's mental value plummeted.

Originally, he was already terrified when he was sitting on this high-speed night lightning, but now the fear brought by Mozhen's crazy words made his mental value drop to 62% in an instant.

Insert a small concept here, although the spiritual value is displayed in the form of a percentage, no specific value is given, but the spiritual power of each person is obviously different.

People with strong mental strength can still think clearly when their mental value drops to a single-digit percentage, while people with weak mental strength have already begun to become confused at a level of [-] to [-] percent.

Quicksand obviously belonged to the latter, he had already shed tears of regret, wondering if he was crazy, to act with such a complete lunatic like Mo Zhen.

Feeling the wetness behind him and the sobbing sound coming from behind, Mozhen sighed, and said slowly in a calm tone.

"Well, it seems that you haven't figured out our current situation. We are now in a very dangerous situation. There are enemies you can't imagine lurking in the dark."

Hearing that Mo Zhen's tone became serious, Liusha calmed down his almost collapsed emotions a little bit, and listened silently to Mo Zhen's narration.

"Do you still remember the plot broadcast from Paradise just now? 'Strive to survive and surpass your fears, cowards, you won't see the sun of the second day', this is not as simple as a line, but a hidden message!"

"What, is this a hidden message?"

Quicksand's mood stabilized, and he began to feel that maybe he had misunderstood Mo Zhen.

"Today's zombies can not only use their sense of smell to find the target's location, but also rely more on the fear emanating from people to find their prey! People who exude fear, like a lighthouse in the dark night, will attract countless zombies to swarm! This is the hidden update content of the paradise!"

Listening to Mo Zhen's patient and detailed explanation, Quicksand still felt a little unbelievable.

"This... this is too far-fetched, this kind of information should be just your imagination..."

"No! This is an established fact that already exists!"

Mo Zhen categorically refused, he turned his head slowly, watching Quicksand make a hoarse voice.

"Have you forgotten, I am both a player and a zombie, the fear in you is more dazzling than the midday sun in my eyes."

Looking at Mo Zhen's battle-damaged face, Quicksand felt a burst of suffocation.

Perhaps fear and anxiety blinded his brain circuits, and he even forgot that the "Mr. Xu" who led him all the way was also a genuine zombie.

Now Quicksand is completely convinced of the situation where he is being hunted down infinitely.

"If you still want to stop now, I can stop immediately, but within a few minutes after that, we will be completely surrounded by zombies lurking in the dark, and I can smell the sour smell on them!"

At this point, Mozhen paused for a while, as if to give Quicksand some time to think, and then spoke slowly again.

"Now, I give you the opportunity to choose, whether to stop or speed up!"

After knowing his situation, Quicksand became even more frightened. It was difficult for his weak arms to hug Mozhen's body on the high-speed motorcycle so that he would not fall off.

But parking is impossible. Once he stops, he believes that he will be torn to pieces by the swarming zombies.

After thinking for a while relying on the remaining rationality, Quicksand made a trembling sound.

"Mr. Xu, can we slow down and drive until dawn..."

"Ah--"

Mo Zhen shook his head, let out a disdainful and helpless sigh, and then roared hysterically again.

"I see, the speed is not enough!"

"boom--"

The motorcycle accelerated again, and the oncoming gust of wind roared in Quicksand's ear, mocking his incompetence and weakness.

"Do you want to speed up!"

"Do not……"

"I knew it was not enough!"

"Ahhhh-"

"Do you want to speed up!"

"Woooooooo..."

"Continue to accelerate!"

Feeling the madness in Mo Zhen's words, Quicksand's body became more limp.

He's almost at the limit, and maybe the next time he accelerates he'll be thrown off the car like crap.

Before that, he asked with the last bit of strength in his body.

"Mr. Xu, why on earth, why can't we drive slowly until dawn! Even if it's a bit slower, as long as it's faster than the zombies!"

"Didn't I tell you that from the beginning?"

Mo Zhen's voice struck Quicksand's heart word by word.

"That kind of slow speed, even if you can get rid of the zombies, you will still be caught up by fear, don't you understand!"

For a moment, Quicksand seemed to be awakened.

Yes, no matter how fast the motorcycle is, you can get rid of the zombies, but can you get rid of the fear?
I escaped tonight, so what about tomorrow night?
Can you spend your whole life sitting on a motorcycle slowly?
The images of the past life flashed in Quicksand's mind like a revolving lantern, and my life was full of shameful things...

"accelerate!"

At this moment, Quicksand made up his mind, instead of slowly dying without knowing when, it would be better to simply speed up and indulge, and then be thrown off the motorcycle like garbage.

"now it's right……"

Mo Zhen stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and the pointer on the dashboard slowly reached its limit!

The speeding motorcycle left white smoke on the black road.

At this moment, the speed of the motorcycle has reached its limit. Theoretically speaking, under the influence of the hip pull [personality], Quicksand should have been thrown off the motorcycle because of the weakness of his arms, lying on the road like a puddle of mud.

However, at this moment, Quicksand was facing the strong wind on the motorcycle, roaring almost madly.

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!!!"

Feeling the body that has become as hard as steel from the quicksand, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Mo Zhen's mouth.

"Interesting, the [Character] in the game is really not that simple...well, that's about it for tonight, it's time to find a place to stop."

Interspersed with rational analysis in the almost crazy discourse, it is easy to make people believe it is true.

This little trick is really tried and tested.

As for [game information hidden in the plot] and [zombies who rely on fear to chase targets], these things are of course the language art of Mo Zhen's improvisation.

Just when Mozhen was about to slow down and stop at the side of the road, a black heavy truck drove towards him.

If someone else was driving a motorcycle with more than 200 miles and encountered this situation, they must have left the handle with both hands.

But who is Mo really?Will he be afraid?

At this moment, Mozhen not only didn't panic at all, but was eager to try for a burst of excitement. He planned to make an Ω-shaped drift to bypass the opponent and move on.

However, he miscalculated his level of operation and underestimated the difficulty of drifting at a speed of [-] mph. His motorcycle driving skills were entirely derived from several motorcycle games he had played.

What surprised him even more was...

"Which animal company made this motorcycle?! Why is the brake a decoration!!!"

The originally planned super snake-like drift turned into a suicide attack, and Mo Zhen went all out like this, bumping headfirst into the opposite heavy truck.

After a violent explosion, Mo Zhen's scorched body rose into the air, and then fell heavily on the ground, still holding the handlebar tightly in his hand.

And the quicksand screamed "accelerate" in the air, drawing a parabola in the air like garbage, and then slapped the ground, making a dull loud noise.

A generation of road riders fell away.

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