Chapter 310 - 118: Turning the Tables and the Invitation

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The first mission taught Wen Xishu to abandon beauty and illusions—well, actually, no teaching was required. The second mission was the same, learning to use the opponent’s desires to kill them. Right now, Wen Xishu was thinking that no matter what, he had to cooperate with the other side. The checkpoint boss might be the owner of this building, or perhaps a powerful subordinate of the owner. In any case, he couldn’t fight this group of people now—yeah, right. Wen Xishu thought about it. If he used the Phoenix glove, theoretically, removing this electronic collar wouldn’t be a problem. However, he didn’t plan to do that for now. "It seems that now I must fight for freedom, pretend to be a zombie, defeat other zombies or people pretending to be zombies... this way, I can survive." "The interesting part is, I clearly chose to reverse roles. But I still ended up fighting for freedom." "So maybe the two missions start the same. It’s just that some choice in the middle led to different changes in me." "But no matter what, I must first figure out why they make humans play the role of zombies and fight against other zombies." "Purely for excitement, for money, or some kind of experiment, I must figure these out so that I might find the root cause." Traveling to the Bunker, Wen Xishu learned one thing, don’t follow the rhythm set by others, be more perverse and crazy. Turn the tables. So the way Wen Xishu behaved now was unusually cooperative. When the makeup artist was doing zombie makeup for Wen Xishu, Wen Xishu even gave suggestions based on his own experiences: "A scar at the corner of the eye has a hook. I think we should add one. Will the audience wonder about the origin of this scar?" "Also, I think we can tie a few severed hands around my waist to increase my cruelty. You see, when people see these severed hands, won’t they think about why they exist?" "At that moment, the commentator can start explaining that these severed hands are trophies, then my warlike and violent nature will overflow from the screen, won’t it?" "No, no, no, here I suggest using a lighter color instead of a darker one, because that would make me look too decayed and old. According to my experience, a zombie that regularly eats meat would have different blood and energy from other zombies. Its skin wouldn’t appear as the rotten mud-like color of death, but a healthy pale purple. I suggest changing the color here. Because the role I’m playing is a zombie that often eats meat, right?" "My friend, details, there must be details!" Wen Xishu’s guidance made the makeup artist want to escape. Suddenly, Wen Xishu said: "How about cutting a slit at my mouth, giving me a natural smile? Why so serious?" The makeup artist now didn’t want to say a word and just wanted to leave quickly. But Wen Xishu didn’t intend to let the makeup artist go. "I quite like it here. By the way, is everything we’re doing being recorded by this electronic collar?" "If I kill you now, hehe, will I die?" "What’s your name?" The makeup artist’s lips trembled: "I... my name is Jack." "You’re also called Jack? I know a guy also named Jack. He likes to tear off people’s face skin and sew it onto his own face. Oh, Jack, never mind. To distinguish you, I’ll call you Ah Jie. Ah Jie, don’t you think we could learn from Jack?" Wen Xishu looked at Jack: "If I tear off your face and sew it onto mine, wouldn’t the story be full?" Ah Jie’s legs weakened, and he sat on the floor directly. At the same time, Wen Xishu finally saw the bullet screen. Yes, this was the Deceit Tower, where he could use a certain ability—mental bullet screen. [God, he’s a lunatic! Save me!] At that moment, Wen Xishu touched the bullet screen, memories related to fear surged in. Jack’s memories started playing in Wen Xishu’s mind. But unfortunately, Jack was just a game NPC, his memories weren’t much. The memories Wen Xishu got from Jack’s mind were not much different from the intelligence provided by the battlefield reporter Blind. However, one thing was clear— There existed a zombie arena here, and a super casino frequented by wealthy people from all over the world. The 61st to the 70th floors of the Golden Mansion had extremely soundproofing effects, making it impossible for zombies to sense the true entrance or smell the humans living inside. At the same time, the 61st to the 70th floors were also as solid as a fortress, impossible for even evolved zombies to breach. The casino obviously gambled on assets. Wen Xishu understood his situation when he realized this. "I first need to help the boss here make money. That’s not hard." Using his maxed-out attributes from the Slaughter Tower and extreme kicks, Wen Xishu was confident he could smash any zombie’s head. Now, the most important thing was to find the opportunity to turn the tables. Wen Xishu looked at Ah Jie: "My dear Ah Jie, don’t be afraid, I just like killing people, but I won’t kill you. I still need you for makeup. Please finish your work. Your assistant isn’t bad either, I bet they’ll become my trophies." Jack stood up, trembling, and started doing Wen Xishu’s makeup. During the process, Wen Xishu actually paid attention to another person—Tokugawa River. Because Tokugawa River had vanished. Disappearing from the list, his avatar dimmed, meaning he either died or, like Tam, was devoured.

Chapter 310 - 118: Turning the Tables and the Invitation

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