Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 114 How Horror Games Become Idol Dramas
The black mist seemed to be irritated, twitching and twisting around Ling Chan, the invisible mist suddenly gained weight, strangling Ling Chan tightly.

The oppression in the chest became more and more obvious, more and more insane.

Suddenly, Ling Chan's feet were empty.

She fell sharply and landed in another person's arms.

tuxedo.

After realizing it, a sense of suffocation enveloped her overwhelmingly, her chest was burning hot, making Chan greedily suck the fresh air, holding on to the tuxedo, coughing heartbreakingly.

The tuxedo patted her head and smiled, "Are you okay? You are so weak, if you dare to come with me to this kind of place, it is inevitable that you will suffer a little grievance."

Ling Chan's face was cold, her eyes were red from coughing, and her expression was solemn.

"There's nothing you can do about it. After all, that guy is a little stronger than me." The tuxedo smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm going to avenge you soon!"

The tuxedo stretched out his hand and "opened" the darkness in front of him.

In other words, with his movements, the projection of some kind of majestic power descended here.It was difficult for Chan to control the instinctive physiological reactions of human beings, and goose bumps covered her body.

In the darkness, a group of small balls of light were fighting fiercely.

It is obviously a void light cluster, but when it collides, the sense of power and impact is very obvious, flying around at high speed in the dark, mercilessly devouring the light cluster smaller than itself.

"...What is this?" Ling Chan asked.

"It's the city of horror," the tuxedo smiled, "every small ball of light is a split consciousness of the city of horror."

"In other words, they were not balls of light originally, but just to fall in your eyes, turning themselves into a form of power that you can understand."

……

Thrill City doesn't understand why.

Thriller City does not have its own consciousness. In the past thousands of years of operation, its existence is not so much the will of life as it is a program, which has been operating according to the established rules.

After the skill ended, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He restarted himself, refreshed himself, acted according to his instincts blankly as before.

But it doesn't seem to work.

He seemed to be torn into many, many pieces, and each piece had its own thoughts.

Some said: "That woman is so annoying, so hateful! You must kill her right now!"

Some said: "City of Horror just runs according to the previous model, there is no need to change, just clean up those strange parts."

Some said: "Old stuff! It can't be the same as before! Those pre-set monsters are too ugly! It's better to look like a human!"

Some said: "Why do we have to advocate the value of force? Why not advocate the value of charm? I think the value of charm is more precious?!"

"That's it! Let's have something new!"

These various thoughts attack each other or even completely oppose each other. Thriller City can only sway left and right under the director's will, and has been unable to upgrade.

But the players will not wait.

He's also tired of the endless tugging.

So he divided himself into slices, and each different idea generated a different "person".

End of update.

He became what he is now.

Contradictions everywhere, divisions everywhere.

These monsters who have divided most of the power gather in this alien space. The winner can absorb the power of others, own the entire horror city, and then turn the horror city into what he wants.

The tuxedo pointed himself to Ling Chan, it was a huge ball of light that was very strong at first glance, his eyes were bent, he smiled complacently, like a child who stole candy. "Guess which side I belong to?"

"The faction I love the most."

"Wrong," he said with a smile, "the one who wants to kill you and inherits the face of the white rabbit is the one who loves you the most."

"After all, he is most affected by your skills. He loves and hates you. All the feelings that Thriller City shouldn't have should be concentrated on him."

He pointed the white rabbit's little ball of light to Ling Chan, "Because he likes you so much, most of his power is outside, and those who stay inside will be eaten by me soon."

The big green ball in the tuxedo was chasing a small pink ball that was much smaller than him, and the difference in size between the two was quite obvious.

"As for me, I'm the one who hates you the most." The tuxedo stroked Ling Chan's bangs affectionately, with a cold smile, "So after the update was completed, I immediately went to find you, trying to trick you into killing you. "

"That's not right."

Ling Chan chuckled: "You are asking but not getting angry. The white rabbit is resentment born of love. You are all the same thing."

The tuxedo lowered his eyes and said coldly: "You are talking nonsense."

"I'm talking nonsense? Then what's the matter with your face? Why is it so like a queen?"

Tuxedo: "...it's random."

"Why is it not like his other periods, but only like the city lord's dinner, my dear fiance?"

Politeness, bow ties, waistcoats, and tuxedo jackets, point fairly clearly.

"...This is a coincidence." The tuxedo explained: "The queen died of alienation, his soul became the food of the city of horror, memory, power, and face were all digested by me. When I left this alien space , choose a template randomly..."

"You're lying." Ling Chan smiled viciously, and said mercilessly: "The queen did not become the food of the city of horror, he slept in the eyes of the beholder, repaired the excessive pollution, and after the sanity point recovered, Lin Zezhen Find a suitable body for him, and the queen can be resurrected."

"...Lover's eye is a prop that can only be activated between lovers. The deeper the relationship, the better the effect." The tuxedo said, the green eyes froze into ice.

Ling Chan laughed and said, "Even as the City of Horror itself, you can't accurately identify love, but you need props to do it? How is it possible?"

"...What you said seems to make sense." The tuxedo hesitated.

"It would be unwise for you to come to me first." Ling Chan said softly, with frowned eyebrows, "Of course you should kill all your competitors first, and then both me and Thriller City will be yours."

"You... and Thriller City are mine?" the tuxedo repeated hesitantly.

Ling Chan stood on her tiptoes and leaned close to the face in the tuxedo, bewitching with tenderness, "Of course, it's love or hate. After the city of horror is unified, we will know for ourselves."

"I'm just a little human, why waste time on me?"

"You're right." The tuxedo blinked, and raised his hand to hold Ling Chan's slender waist, "Then I'll go."

His figure was gradually fading, and in the darkness, the green ball of light expanded more and more, and it was about to become the biggest ball.

"So this is love?" He murmured, "I thought it was a naked sword."

Human emotions are really complicated.

　The headache is about to burst, babies, take care of your health, and be careful of flu!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)