Chapter 10 Reversal of Good and Evil

An Wu Jiu was not surprised by Yang Ming's move.

For him, when his own health bar is counted down, people with high force value but low survival value have only one use, that is, to be his weapon in duels.

There is more than one way to form a camp. In addition to enticing, there is also coercion.

Nowadays, the advantage of the audience is almost concentrated in his own hands. Liu Chengwei is already standing in the line on the bright side. The conversation with Ueno in the corridor just now was also seen, 80% of which are nepotism.

A timid and cowardly character like Ueno should have been the kind of person Yang Ming paid the least attention to, but he was willing to meet him in private, and it was more likely that there was a red-line relationship between them.

But it's not clear who exactly has a crush on whom.

Obviously, Lao Yu and Shen Ti, who were pushed out by Yang Ming regardless of their life and death, have a high probability of not having a relationship between the red and black lines.

Even if Shen Ti went against the water and chose to duel with Yang Ming, Yang Ming with 3 health bars combined with Liu Chengwei with 7 health bars and Ueno with 5 health bars, for a total of 15 health bars, which was almost twice as many as Shen Ti's health bars.

Shen Ti is a smart person who knows how to hide, so he won't do this.

"What? Don't want to?" Yang Ming took a step towards him, "Don't you sympathize with him? Like his face?"

Shen Ti shrugged and walked out of the darkness humming a little tune.

Seeing him stand up, An Wujiu's emotions hardly fluctuated.

Although they had only been together on the porch of the lounge for a while, it was a battle for survival after all, and the closest friends had moments of confrontation, not to mention strangers who were close to each other.

Mingzhe can never be wrong.

Shen Ti brushed past An Wu Jiu who was barely standing up and jumped directly into the red duel threshold.

The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched, and there was an unconcealed contempt in his eyes. He glanced at An Wujiu, staring at his innocent and kind face, his eyes became cold.

"Today's duel threshold belongs to you."

An Wu Jiu slowly stepped into the scarlet duel threshold and stood opposite Shen Ti. He felt a little relieved after realizing the fact that no one would help him.

The Avalokitesvara on the mechanical mask was still in that kind of compassionate appearance, Shen Ti turned his head, shook his hands again, and sat down to warm up very seriously.

On the contrary, An Wu Jiu did not make any movement.

"I'm going to be beaten again." Wu You's voice was small and complex. He looked at the complete eight blood bars above Shen Ti's head.

It's only the first day.

At this moment, Wu You really understood what Zhong Yirou said, if there is no duel, and the outcome is determined only by the number of blood bars, maybe some people will be willing to put the only 4 blood bars on An Wu Jiu, and they should be buying favors. Wu Jiu is really as strong as Yang Ming said, maybe he can still stand in the team.

But in the real fight in this duel, there will be injuries and bloodshed, and no one else has much medicine, so rushing to stand in line will only ask for trouble.

What's more, now that the opposite is Shen Ti, Wu You has a reason why it is absolutely impossible to stand on the opposite side of him.

"Are any other characters joining the duel?"

The system asked, Wu You looked around, only Lao Yu seemed to want to participate, but he had to stay still and hesitated for a long time.

"Can you go back after joining?" Wu You asked this question for him.

The system replied, "If you choose to join, you will determine the faction. You cannot regret it. Please make your decision carefully."

"Understood, I won't join." After Wu You replied, seeing Lao Yu's feet also retracted.

I am afraid that the red line is connected to the people in the duel threshold, but from his own perspective, it can only be connected to An Wujiu.

But in the current situation, even if you want to help, there are too many people on the other side, and the duel is doomed to suffer.

"Confirm that no other characters are involved."

After it was announced that the duel threshold was closed, the weapon selection bar appeared above, and the fate of the two rolled in a small grid, and it was frozen after a few seconds.

"This round of weapons, Shen Ti: long knife; An Wujiu: steel rod."

In an instant, blue data fragments appeared in front of the two at the same time, and these fragments gradually merged into their respective weapons.

Seeing Shen Ti's long knife, An Wujiu's hands began to tremble again, what's more, his breathing also became obstructed.

Liu Chengwei, who was in the audience, jeered mercilessly, "An Wujiu, you might as well just stand and let Shen Ti slash you a few times to save some energy, so that you won't even be able to get out of this house."

"This round of duel-"

The two raised their hands to hold their own weapons.

Before Shengyin announced the start, Shen Ti, who was in the duel threshold, directly stretched out his two hands and held them high for a pause.

"Wait a moment."

He opened his mouth for the first time.

This strange move made everyone present in a fog, only Zhong Yirou's eyes widened.

"Good guy, it's really not dumb."

An Wu Jiu was very inexplicable, but Shen Ti in front of him had already walked in front of him, his defenses suddenly arose, but he didn't expect the other party to stretch out his arms towards him.

"Hug a hug." The masked Shen Ti said with a hint of a smile, his voice was low and sweet, making An Wu Jiu feel at a loss, "Friendship is the first and the competition is the second."

He was so wounded that he was gently hugged by Shen Ti. The other party was a head taller than him, and wrapped his arms around him, he was completely encircled in his arms, and he gently patted his back with those black-gloved hands.

It was normal at first.

Then suddenly it went wrong.

At a certain moment, An Wu Jiu felt an unprecedented pain in his heart, like being stabbed directly by a sharp chainsaw, spinning at a high speed, making his heart bloody.

Shen Ti's voice was still haunting like a ghost.

"I'll do it quickly."

His chest was torn open and dug out, and the internal organs were exposed to the air. This was completely different from the previous wrist injury. He could clearly feel every pain, like a living person.

Seeing An Wu Jiu's abnormal expression, Shen Ti was still puzzled for a while.

But only for a few seconds.

Within half a second when An Wujiu was immersed in pain, he who had given a friendly hug just a moment ago decisively launched a sneak attack, the hilt of the long knife slashed hard on An Wujiu's uninjured wrist.

The pain and muscle reaction made the steel stick in An Wujiu's hand fall down, Shen Ti's toes handed him a pick, the steel stick bounced up, he held it with his hand, and then threw it back.

With a bang, the steel rod landed in a place that An Wu Jiu couldn't touch.

After the weapons were collected, almost every movement of Shen Ti next pushed An Wu Jiu to the end, kicking sideways and cutting the blood bar above An Wu Jiu's head extremely quickly.

"It's so powerful." Ueno whispered.

"Strange..." When everyone was amazed, across the scarlet light curtain, Zhong Yirou showed a thoughtful look, "Why don't you use a knife when you fight so fiercely?"

Although Shen Ti's offensive rhythm is fast, it is not the same as Liu Chengwei's lethal style of play.

The pain made An Wu Jiao's body sluggish, forcing him to back up again and again, unable to breathe. He didn't understand why, he didn't feel pain when he was attacked by Liu Chengwei before.

The previous wound was oozing blood again, drop by drop on the floor.

Enduring the severe pain as if his heart was peeling off, An Wujiu tried to block, but one hand was not as close as his arms, his gaze estimated the distance, An Wujiu who did not look back guessed that he was about to be forced into the light curtain.

Once he really leaned back, he had no leeway.

An Wujiu raised his hand and punched, Shen Ti was about to withdraw his leg to take the move, but he caught it in an instant, it was just An Wujiu's feint move. An Wujiu was kicked in the upper abdomen, and in an instant, the other party had escaped and flashed behind Shen Ti.

Suddenly, his neck was wrapped around his neck with one arm. The strength of the arm was beyond his imagination, and he almost suffocated for a moment, "Wait, wait, I can't breathe! Cough! Cough... "

Is the left hand also a mechanical skeleton?

An Wu Jiu ignored it, the strong smell of blood spread in the air, he kicked Shen Ti's right hand, forcing him to release his fingers, the long knife fell to the ground, making a buzzing metallic sound.

An Wu Jiu predicted that Shen Ti would hit him with an elbow, because he is not the type with strong strength, so he took a step back and prepared to pull Shen Ti down, but he didn't expect Shen Ti to grab his left hand and fall with a big back. He smashed the seriously injured An Wujiu to the ground.

But he didn't have another hand to stop Shen Ti's counterattack.

The fall caused his entire body to vibrate with metal, the eardrums were shattered, and An Wu Jiu's heart ached again.

His back was completely wet with sweat.

"There is only the last trace of the blood bar." Ueno looked at him in a cold sweat, and just wanted to pray that he would never enter this terrifying duel threshold, "It will be cleared again."

The next point of counterattack...

The closest to them, Shen Ti's long knife.

But this intention was discovered by Shen Ti at the same time. He squatted down quickly, grabbed his long hair fiercely when An Wu Jiu tried to reach out his hand sideways, and picked up the long knife.

Shen Ti's wrist turned a few times, and the long black hair was wrapped around his wrist like a vine. With a ruthless pull, Shen Ti just dragged An Wu Jiu into his arms and crashed in.

His chest is the vast horizon, and An innocent heart is the dying sun, beating wildly and vividly.

Trying to make the final sound.

Could it be that An Wu Jiu is really a vulnerable ordinary person.

The last trace of blood, let's just forget it.

He raised the long knife.

But the next second, the knife in his hand and the person in his arms...

are gone.

There was severe pain in the wrist, and with a click, Shen Ti's wrist was broken and dislocated alive. The next moment, he felt a sudden relaxation of his tense left hand.

The long black hair that was held tightly in his hand was cut off.

Raising his head, Shen Ti saw that the guy who was just one step away from driving to the dead end returned to a safe distance. The other party's eyebrows were half lowered, and the fluttering hair slightly covered his cheeks.

He heard the sobbing, and saw the corners of the man's eyes turned red from tears, the blood vessels under the skin spewed, and the red neck turned the flowers on the side of the neck into peonies.

Why are you crying.

An Wujiu's tears fell beautifully, the transparent teardrops slipped to the corners of his mouth, dripping into blood stains, pale lips and jawline, everything was just right, even the frowning brows had a delicate sense of fragility.

"Okay... it hurts." He said in a dull tone, slowly raised the back of his left hand, and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

It was only at this moment that Shen Ti felt the intense pain in his wrist, but he couldn't let go of his fingers, tightly clutching An Wujiu's broken hair.

"very painful."

It's just three words, but his tone has completely changed.

In an instant, everyone realized that something was wrong.

There was a cult-like mad smile on that clean and beautiful face. He held the long knife that belonged to Shen Ti in his hand, and the tip of the knife was aimed straight at his throat.

"Do you like my hair so much?"

"I'll give it to you as a souvenir."

An Wu Jiu smiled nervously, unable to stop, his scattered hair half covered his eyes.

This laugh seems not to be laughing, but the sound of fingernails scratching on metal, which is creepy.

This sudden change did not surprise Shen Ti, even a little surprised. He stared at An Wujiu and saw blood dripping from his chin.

Nosebleed.

An Wu Jiu also realized that, he raised his hand to wipe off the blood that came down with the back of his hand, the red blood rubbed directly on his cheek, but he was still laughing, "I'm sorry, I seem to be like this when I'm excited."

Then his smile was stopped for a moment, and he wiped away the remaining tears from the corner of his eyes with the index finger of his left hand stained with blood.

"By the way, how does my kind look look like? Do you still like it?"

He raised his wrist.

People outside the threshold of the action duel full of killing intent held their breath.

In the next second, the provocative tip of the knife cut off the tie, Shen Ti's button fell, and the blood rolled down to An Wujiu's feet.

"I'm so disgusting. It's strange, how did I become like that?"

The smile on his face stopped, he took a deep breath of the sweet air, spit it out, and blew away the hair in front of him, "Maybe it's sick."

After finishing speaking, An Wu Jiu bit the end of the thread with his teeth and tugged hard, pulling the suture of the wound tight with a blank expression. Blood trickled down his white arm, drop by drop on the ground.

But he didn't even frown.

“It took me ten thousand saint coins to fix it, and it’s expensive to sew it again.” An Wujiu stared at the wound and muttered to himself.

Shen Ti stared at him.

This person is the same as he thinks, which is very wrong.

Still want to try. But before he could get out, An Wujiu predicted his next move.

"Wait later." He also made a pause gesture, then brushed his hair with his left hand, as if tidying up his image, then took a few steps forward, looking at the people watching from the wall through a blood-colored light curtain, Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his blood stained hands, he gave a self-friendly smile, "Is there a cigarette?"

Everyone froze in place.

An Wujiu in front of him seemed to be a completely different person.

The face is no longer perpetually calm, but is now full of dramatic freshness. With the blood on his head, he begged for cigarettes at the juncture of life and death like a lunatic.

But his face and his body didn't change in any way.

For some reason, Ueno, who was closest to the duel threshold, was so frightened that he stepped back half a step and stuttered, "No, no, Mr. An."

Glancing at the crowd, An Wujiu showed a disappointed expression on his face, "None..." He pursed his lips, "What about electronic ones?

Zhong Yirou noticed that his speaking speed was different from before, it became smooth and fast.

Silence and retreat were the only answers An Wujiu got, he felt bored and rolled his eyes irritably, "There is nothing to exchange, a bunch of poor..."

Before finishing speaking, An Wu Jiu turned around abruptly, dodging Shen Ti's attack as if he had the ability of a prophet.

The steel rod slammed hard on the closed light curtain of the duel threshold, and the data grid shattered, like exploding glass slag, and quickly recovered with a sizzling sound.

At this moment, An Wu Jiu finally faced the opponent in front of him.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead, as if remembering something, and walked towards Shen Ti, "Oh, I almost forgot, you just told me to fight quickly, right?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, An Wu Jiu's peach blossom eyes curved into a crescent moon. He paced, walked around behind Shen Ti, leaned closer to his left ear and explained to himself in a low voice, "I'm sorry, there's something wrong with my brain, and it's not very easy to use."

The smile in his voice was creepy.

The next second, An Wujiu came to Shen Ti's back, pressed the tip of his knife against his spine, and asked an irrelevant question with that childlike expression, "By the way, have you seen horror movies? "

"I really like watching it, especially in that kind of virtual reality theater, it's very exciting, you can feel that ghost is behind you." An Wu Jiu also shivered, as if thinking about it, it was scary.

"The one with the mask," he stretched out his finger, and the fingertip slowly slid across Shen Ti's right shoulder, "Do you know... what is a tried-and-true technique that horror movies use to scare audiences?"

The entire duel room was unbelievably quiet.

An Wu Jiu leaned closer to Shen Ti's right ear and said the answer on his own.

“Jump scares.”

After speaking, An Wu Jiu suddenly stretched out two hands, put on a frightening expression, and made a sound that imitated a beast, but it was not scary at all, even a little cute.

Shen Ti was naturally not frightened by him.

"How is it?" An Wu Jiu took a step by step, and walked back to Shen Ti, with his hands behind his back, "Did I learn the same way?"

"Like what?" Shen Ti's voice was gloomy.

An Wu Jiu smiled, "Your sneak attack just now, isn't it cute? I haven't encountered such a cute sneak attack in a long time."

Children's version of jumping scare.

He laughed non-stop, like a child who was amused by a comedian's little tricks, his arms holding the weapon were drooping, and he was slack and defenseless, while laughing, he said to Shen Ti: "Look at how cute you are For my sake, I'll teach you..."

Just when everyone didn't know how to react, An Wu Jiu's smile disappeared in an instant.

"What is the real jump scare."

The cold light flashed, and the silver long knife attacked with completely irresistible strength and speed that could not be caught.

He raised his hand and slashed hard at Shen Ti's head.

crack.

Cracks shattered.

Snapped

The fake Guanyin image produced with biochemical materials and machinery shattered into two halves and fell to the ground, followed by an extremely handsome face.

An Wu Jiu stared at him with surprise in his eyes, but his expression was so innocent.

"Ah, did it scare you?"

"I'm so sorry, I just wondered what you looked like from the first time I saw you."

His short black hair was messy due to the battle, and sweat stuck to his forehead. His complexion was slightly darker than that of innocent people. His bones were three-dimensional and his skin was good. The coral pearl earrings are swaying, and the whole person exudes a strong sense of alienation.

The most unique is the pair of eyes, the color of the pupil is between tsavorite and pato, a transparent and subtle blue-green.

Humans often like to carve the gods they believe in like this.

Lifting the corner of his mouth, An Wu Jiu glanced at Shen Ti's long hair that was still clenched tightly, the blade tip that shone coldly along the profile of Shen Ti's profile slowly upwards, like grinding together.

"Chinese people respect etiquette, you took my hair..."

"Should you give me a pair of eyes?"