stjorthotic Chapter 25 [The Ultimate Insult]
Chapter 25 [The Ultimate Insult]
Chapter 25 [The Ultimate Insult]
Ignoring Chen Lan's cries, the four continued their actions.
"Hehehe, do you think we'd pass up the chance to eat hot dogs!"
"Go ahead and shout, no one will listen to you even if you shout yourself hoarse. This is our territory."
"From this day forward, we are husband and wife, darling."
Inside the cage, screams were deafening, ventriloquism filled the air, and the sound of smashing dungeons was crisp and clear.
Outside the cage, the audience at the dining table cheered with excitement, saying they had never seen such a thrilling scene before and wanted to order to experience it themselves.
Lincoln raised his hand and glanced backstage.
A roulette wheel was brought in front of us.
"As you can see, every one of my men is a talent, and their fighting spirit, endurance, and skills are truly astounding."
"The two-legged sheep in the cage is the masterpiece I'm showing you."
"If you're happy, you can tip the shop a little money and spin the roulette wheel. Then I'll instruct my staff to perform an artistic show based on the wheel's message."
The guests at the table immediately became so excited that their faces turned red, and they raised their knives and forks, shouting as if they were about to say, "I want to see rivers of blood."
Especially those elderly men, whose white hair and beards couldn't be hidden by their masks, were the first to put money into the spinning wheel.
Chen Lan, trapped in the cage, had long been driven to madness by torture.
who am I?
where am I?
Why are you treating me like this? I'm just delivering a package.
He couldn't bear to look at the scene before him, a scene more terrifying than ten thousand murderous maniacs. He believed that nothing could be more horrifying than the torture he was currently enduring.
Until the third round of the spinning wheel, an old man wearing a mask with a cross on his arm spun a performance called "Ultimate Insult".
The little old man jumped up happily, repeating "yeah" "yeah" over and over.
Just before the performance was about to begin, Lincoln Sphere approached Chen Lan, who was hanging in the cage, again and fiddled with the chains.
"Let me reiterate, we have no grudge against you, and this is the first time anyone here has met you."
"You were chosen simply because you are the 666th heretic to enter our neighborhood after Easter!"
As he finished speaking, Lincoln's smile gradually became distorted.
He raised his hand and waved it, and several burly men behind him, carrying large pliers, prepared for their final performance.
"Boys, get him! Go and bring him endless joy."
"Okay, boss."
The big guy turned his head, a wicked smile on his face, and brandished his large pincers in front of Chen Lan.
"Say goodbye to your hot pot, unlucky stranger!"
Squeak!
Something exploded, and Chen Lan's brain short-circuited completely at the same moment.
"Please! Don't do this to me! Let me die, let me die!"
"I'm not playing this horror dungeon!"
On the other side of the screen, in the copy space.
While watching how the terrifying dungeon squeezed out the negative energy of the participants, Ox-Head and Horse-Face enjoyed delicious food, satisfying both their bellies and their minds.
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The two administrators, their mouths greasy, both gave You Xing a thumbs up.
He specially prepared hot dogs and crispy roast duck as two dishes, which were both appropriate for the occasion and delicious.
With a soft "smack".
The beef head sausage has a reddish-brown meat texture and a glossy sheen.
Take a bite, and it's all so satisfying.
The rich aroma explodes in your mouth instantly, the meat is delicate, slightly sweet, and juicy, becoming more fragrant the more you chew.
Not to be outdone, Horse-Face also picked up a piece of roast duck for himself. The next second, the background music from Little Chef started playing in my head.
good to eat!
Just as he was about to finish off the food in front of him, Youxing reached out and stopped him.
"Please don't eat yet, you two. You can eat while watching the performance."
"Oh? Could it be related to the performance inside?"
"Absolutely."
Soon, the scene cuts to an underground restaurant that looks beautifully decorated, but the bone-themed decorations on the walls look rather shady.
Before long, the host, Lincoln, opened the curtain, and the contestants in the cage and the four big guys who were playing with him took turns to appear.
The exciting background music "YMCA" started playing again, kicking off the event.
The negative energy on the other side of the screen is also growing wildly.
[Ding, 100 points of negative energy have been credited to your account.]
[Ding, 120 points of negative energy have been credited to your account.]
[Ding, 200 points of negative energy have been credited to your account.]
Ding ding ding ding, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face were almost driven mad by the "ding".
So many—
The two demons stared in disbelief, turning to look at You Xing with a thousand questions in their eyes, eager to know the answer.
In just a few minutes, by playing with durian and tongue, one can obtain several times the negative energy of death. How is that possible?
Initially, I had some doubts about the amount of information I had collected from the terrifying dungeon featuring Ox-Head and Horse-Face.
There are quite a few terrifying dungeons that start strong but end weakly, wiping out everyone at the beginning and draining all the negative energy, making it impossible to progress further.
But what this guy has come up with seems to be completely different.
When you see "roast duck" and "ultimate insult".
Suddenly, the food in their hands tasted even better.
"You're pretty good, kid!"
The bull raised its hoof and grinned slyly.
"They play even more elaborate games than during the Jin Dynasty. I like Grandpa Niu."
"This is the first time I've seen someone harvest negative energy this way. But wouldn't that lead to a mental breakdown? If you're mentally broken, how will you generate even more negative energy?"
Ma Mian, on the other hand, focuses more on "sustainable development".
Now that a new pattern of negative energy growth has been identified, he is even more eager to see how this genius will solve this problem.
The type of dungeon that uses intimidation and grotesque images to scare contestants was popular for a while, but it would cause the contestants to have a mental breakdown, resulting in negative energy when they died.
"Look, he was tortured to death. His soul remained in the same spot, watching the scene of himself being divided up, but he didn't react at all."
As You Xing had mentioned to them before.
When a contestant dies, their soul is fixed near the body for a period of time, forcing the contestant to watch the aftermath, which can provide a lot of negative energy.
How can I harvest energy now that my mind is collapsing prematurely?
"Please rest assured about this. You'll see for yourself."
As Chen Lan was tortured to death on screen, amidst the cheers of the guests, her soul was taken back to the terrifying space by the free ghost, where it immediately began preparations for reincarnation.
White energy enveloped his soul, and then the Free Ghost took out a small bottle of pink potion and dripped a drop into it.
boom!
The liquid reacted violently.
Over there, Horse-Face was the first to react, slapping the ox's leg and exclaiming in surprise.
"Wonderful! It's a one-day all-purpose potion. It can repair both mental trauma and restore physical health—a double benefit."
"Moreover, compared to Chen Lan's mental breakdown providing nearly a thousand points of negative energy, the cheapest panacea only requires 1 point of negative energy. This price is absolutely worth it!"
"I never imagined that the death and rebirth mechanism, when combined with this, would produce such a wonderful effect."
The death and respawn mechanism in horror dungeons has always been a useless feature.
Knowing they will not die, participants will not feel fear even if they are killed in an extremely cruel way by the dungeon's monsters.
But someone like this, who could torture a contestant to the point of wanting to die—
Seriously, no one else can compare.
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