The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 25
The footsteps of the white-haired young man were very light, but they kept hitting Quicksand's heart like a heavy hammer. Every time the other party took a step, Quicksand felt a little heavier in his body.

The fishy and sweet smell in the air rushed towards his face, penetrated into the quicksand's nasal cavity, and stimulated his nerves.

His breathing began to become rapid, and a cold suffocation mixed with a biting killing intent made his body gradually stiffen.

The desire to survive that originally drove him to move suddenly turned into a heavy shackle at this moment, restricting his actions.

"Quick, move quickly! Move quickly!"

After the instinctive actions driven by the desire to survive were suppressed, some rationality returned to Quicksand's brain.

He desperately used his rationality to give instructions to his body to move, but he couldn't succeed.

A stronger will has taken control of this body, that is the desire to survive in his body.

It's just that at this moment, this desire to survive is doing the opposite of what it was originally, shackles him tightly in place, and drags him to the abyss of death little by little.

Survival is the most primitive need rooted in every living body.

Creatures will lose their sanity under certain conditions, such as hunger and estrus, but they will never give up their will to survive. Furthermore, the fundamental reason for their loss of sanity is to maintain their own existence.

A life that can completely abandon the will to survive does not exist theoretically.

This is a contradictory proposition. The existence of life is survival. How can an existing life give up the will to survive?

At this moment, Quicksand fell into an almost unsolvable situation.

He could completely feel the strange symptoms that happened to him.

The harder he tried to move his body, the stronger his desire to survive would be aroused, and the stronger this desire to survive, the more unable to move his body.

This weird situation is almost a death situation.

The will to survive that originally helped the continuation of life is pushing the quicksand into the abyss of death step by step.

【Personality·Death to life】

All life will die.

All lives that live for survival are meaningless, because their final outcome is death, and they live not to live, but to die.

Those who cannot shake off their shackles are mortal.

The white-haired young man walked slowly in front of Quicksand, he looked at Quicksand with contempt, boredom, indifference and a trace of pity in his eyes.

At this moment, Quicksand was hunched over and panting violently. His body was already overwhelmed by the double pressure of his own [personality] and the opponent's [personality]. The muscles attached to the bones seemed to collapse and scatter all over the ground at any time.

The strong will to survive is like a taut thread tying everything together, keeping this body from collapsing.

But this strong will to survive is also like chains, binding Quicksand's body tightly, making it impossible to release the true power of this body.

Certain things in the human body can only be released at the moment of giving up existence, and the vast majority of people can only take those things to the grave.

The white-haired young man walked slowly towards the quicksand step by step, he gently stroked his right hand, like a butcher wiping his butcher knife.

He whispered slowly and softly, at this last moment, pouring out the innate desire of expression of human beings.

"Do you know? It's meaningless for you to hide and escape in an ugly and embarrassing way, because you just do it for the so-called survival..."

While speaking, bloody rays of light burst out from his eyes, and a real killing intent emanated from him.

"You exist only for survival, there is no meaning of existence, you live to die!"

The right hand, condensed with a faint blood-colored aura, struck towards the quicksand like a sharp red blade.

In front of the opponent's killing intent pouring in like a tide, the quicksand was like a puddle of mud, unable to move.

His pupils contracted sharply, and then slowly expanded.

At this last moment of life and death, Quicksand was not thinking about how to avoid this blow, nor how to survive.

But...

【Do you understand the meaning of existence】

Since I was a child, I have always seemed to be a person with no opinions.

Step by step, immerse yourself in your studies under the guidance of your parents, and pass all the way until graduation.

Drift with the crowd, find a job that brings neither pain nor surprise, and live a life like a machine day after day.

Not surprisingly, like most people, I will go on a blind date at a certain age, meet a person who is willing to pay the mortgage with me, marry and have children, and end the rest of my life.

As for the meaning of existence, Quicksand's mind is blank. He who is accustomed to the oppression of reality has long followed the footsteps of the [people] and given up his [individual] character. Without [personality], he has no idea what he lives for.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his body was relaxed, and all the things that bound him disappeared.

But he didn't want to run away anymore.

No fun.

The white-haired young man showed a slight look of surprise in his eyes.

The other party actually broke through life and death at this moment.

But then, the surprise in his eyes turned into wild excitement, and he gracefully raised his right paw, giving Quicksand the most precise finish.

Like a gluttonous gentleman who can't wait to eat, he waved his knife and fork leisurely, but couldn't hide the restless hunger in his heart.

At this moment, a handsome boy in a red suit and his honest and honest bodyguard happened to pass by.

"What is that beach on the ground? What is this white-haired man doing?"

Because Quicksand used [Severn Gold] to cover up his own smell, Mo Zhen could only identify the other party with his naked eyes under the dim street lights.

After observing the situation clearly, Mo Zhen didn't say anything else, and went up to a standard Ultrafly kick in the special film.

At this moment, from the quicksand's perspective, a bright red unreasonably broke into the black and white world in his eyes.

At best, this kick is only at the level of a children's martial arts exhibition competition, but in Liusam's eyes, this figure is like an indomitable hero.

The white-haired young man never expected that he would be kicked away at this juncture, completely losing his composure.

The surprise in his eyes surpassed even the anger.

Why is this guy close to me?

Isn't he afraid of death?
As he thought about it, he fell to the ground and rolled.

The way he was lying on the ground looked like a son-in-law who had been kicked out of the house, with a hint of unruly rebellion in his downcast eyes, his eyes were sharp, staring at Mo Zhen.

This chilling gaze, when it falls on anyone, will feel like a light on the back.

But Mozhen didn't even look at him, and extended a helping hand to the limp thing on the ground.

"All encounters in this world are reunions after a long absence. Comrade Liusha, a performance artist, long time no see."

Quicksand wanted to hold the hand that was offered to him, but he couldn't lift his arm no matter what.

His body became extremely heavy at this moment, and the feeling of wanting to live returned to this body again. He seemed to have found a little meaning of existence from that man...

Looking at the dim light and the palm that was offered to him.

Under the night, Quicksand cried and laughed.

　Life and death push next week, because the current number of words is ridiculously small, so there will be a third update for a period of time, and there will be another update in the evening, please follow up
　　
　
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