As if he had broken free from the chains, the pressure disappeared suddenly, Zhuo Xuan gasped for breath, and he looked up, only the beast stood alone on the stage.

It's like an actor doing a one-man show, waving his hands like crazy.

The actors all fell to the ground. Zhuo Xuan was shocked, and his eyes swept to the audience again, and those audience members seemed to have watched a boring movie, and they didn't know when they had fallen asleep.

Looking from the stage, hundreds of people were crooked, in different postures, and there were student officers who maintained order lying on the aisle, and the scene was really weird.

However, Zhuo Xuan's gaze was only a slight glance, and then he quickly retracted it.

His attention was always on the "beast", for fear of falling into a passive situation again.

The experience of being infinitely close to death made Zhuo Xuan absolutely unwilling to experience it a second time!

However, a question always lingered in his mind.

Who saved himself? Who is the man who stretched out his hand in a desperate situation?

"To live or to perish, it's a question worth considering," said the beast, his voice untouched, like a machine repeating lines, "whether to silently endure the cruel poisonous arrows of fate, or to rebel against the endless sufferings of the world." Through struggle, to sweep them away, which one is more noble? ”

"Which one is more noble?" Feeling the gaze swept by the "beast", Zhuo Xuan held back his fear, and his body couldn't help but take a step back.

He muttered the lines the beast had uttered.

"If it weren't for the fear of the unknowable afterlife, the fear of the mysterious land from which no traveler has ever returned, that we would rather endure the present sufferings than fly to the pains we don't know?"

A humanoid beast, the crown suddenly fell from his skull, revealing the top of his fleshy head. The man, who seemed to be burned, continued his performance: "But I am the uncrowned king, I am the noble and graceful king, and I cannot control the minds of my people, who pierce my chest with the sword of thought!" I will destroy my land, I will destroy my people—I will destroy myself—bury me—"

It was as if it had suddenly detached itself from the drama, and the sound of dragging a long tail came to an abrupt end. The beast suddenly stopped its movements, and then quickly ran towards the back of the stage!

Don't want to run!

Zhuo Xuan didn't know that he had already won, in fact, such a victory came a little inexplicably. But at this moment, he instinctively followed.

This is not the end until the beast is contained!

Fingers touched the spiky button around the black watch, easily piercing the skin protected by the stratum corneum, and the stinging sensation cracked from Zhuo Xuan's body, and his eyes turned red.

The beast that had never left his sight came to a certain room, but Zhuo Xuan followed without hesitation and pushed open the door!

A quaint mirror appeared in his sight, and at the same time, the beast's body was about to burrow into it!

"Skill Teleportation - Activated!"

Such a thought flashed through his consciousness, and Zhuo Xuan's figure became blurred. His body suddenly appeared in front of the mirror, completely separating the mirror from the beast.

The red light dragged its long tail and completely engulfed the beast's body.

When he could no longer see the trace of the beast, the red light gradually dimmed, and Zhuo Xuan saw the split body close again, only to feel that his body and mind became extremely tired at the same time.

"Sequence 5 mission ended."

"Gaining skills means that a deer is a horse: make a performance, confuse most people with superb acting, and the performance will be realized! Lasts five minutes. ”

"Cooldown, an hour!"

The hints from the black watch were extremely concise, and even simply made Zhuo Xuan a little confused. The content of the prompt changed into words that shook in front of his eyes, and Zhuo Xuan sat on the ground with his mouth slightly open, revealing a stunned expression.

Is this skill tailor-made for the play?

And more importantly, this is Zhou Xueqiu's personal task! How did I unknowingly complete it!

Will Zhou Xueqiu be killed by himself!

Regardless of physical and mental exhaustion, Zhuo Xuan hurriedly got up from the ground, and the moment he left the room, there was an explosion behind him, and the mirror shattered.

It turned out that the beast had been hiding in the mirror.

Such a thought flashed through Zhuo Xuan's heart, and his last doubt disappeared completely.

--

Quickly back on stage, a loud crowd began to ring out in the audience.

Zhou Xueqiu, Lin Xinyu and other student actors also got up from the ground one after another, their faces were blank, or they covered their foreheads, obviously losing their memories of what happened during this period of time.

Zhou Xueqiu only felt a burst of pain in his temples, he tilted his head slightly, and saw Zhuo Xuan who was also at a loss standing in the corner of the stage, and couldn't help but look surprised: "Zhuo Xuan? ”

Just as he was about to ask, Lin Xinyu, who had just woken up beside him, suddenly burst out into a scream.

"Ah————h

Lin Xinyu quickly squatted down, and pointed to the front of the stage with a panicked expression.

There, a withered, rotting corpse still exuded a bloody aura.

In the audience, some of the students who noticed the corpse were also panicked, and the scene exploded like a bomb in their midst, and even opened the door and ran out.

For a while, the entire venue was in chaos, and the actors on the stage were also called down by the staff watching the performance.

"Call the police!"

"Don't come near here, come down quickly!"

The unknown actors also ran down with fear on their faces, but only Zhou Xueqiu, a young man in a funny gothic robe, had a gloomy face a little bit.

Behind him, Zhuo Xuan wanted to pat him on the shoulder several times, but he stubbornly stopped this impulse.

Damn it!

Mission failed? How could the mission fail?

--

Tinglin University Student Activity Center, in the dedicated office of the student president.

At the long square desk, Zhuo Xuan sat quietly in the comfortable boss chair, his hands clasped together, a little silent; Zhou Xueqiu was standing by the window, I don't know how long it took, he slowly closed the blinds, and the whole room suddenly darkened.

"That is, you saved me?" Zhou Xueqiu suddenly asked. He had already listened to Zhuo Xuan tell the whole story.

Zhuo Xuan waved his hand: "You can say that." ”

"So, should I thank you?"

Recalling that he was prompted by the watch to deduct a dilution of the potion, Zhou Xueqiu felt even more irritable. He knew that he shouldn't blame Zhuo Xuan for this, but the temper that was on the verge of exploding couldn't be hidden no matter what.

"It's up to you," Zhuo Xuan looked extremely honorable, he was not afraid of Zhou Xueqiu, "I have said all the good and bad things, whether you want to continue to cooperate is your business." I'm already sincere. ”