Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 168 Dance, Dance
These people are difficult to kill, at least according to Jiang Si's habits. If she wants to kill such a person, she needs to chop them into pieces repeatedly. The strength of her red line is far from that of Zheng Fan, who can use a wave of his hand to create a crusher.

But after meeting the security guard downstairs, Jiang Si knew how to deal with this kind of person.

She used a large number of red threads to invade their bodies and control their movements. These undead people were even able to retain a considerable degree of physical strength in her hands.

Although she cannot compare to Zheng Fan in terms of strength, she has already gained some advantage in terms of precision.

The people in the club watched as their teammate, who had just come out, was cut into several pieces by a sudden sneak attack. Then, before the pieces fell to the ground, the teammate's head was grabbed by the "female ghost". A red line pierced into the head and extended out from it, connecting to the pieces of meat in mid-air and quickly putting them back together.

After he shouted one last time, his mouth was sewn shut, and his teammate became the opponent.

The man suppressed his fear and pulled himself out of the garbage chute. He looked at the scene with an embarrassed expression and could only fight with the two living puppets.

However, as the sound from this side spread, other people who were scattered in the club also quickly rushed over here.

Jiang Si flicked her skirt lightly, not afraid.

While Jiang Si was enjoying himself, Zheng Fan was hanging out in the club.

When he followed the smell and some clues to a room deep inside the club, he saw something unexpected inside.

People, a lot of people.

These people were all stripped naked and lined up in neat rows like they were lying in a morgue.

But it was not a dead body, but living flesh.

Zheng Fan fiddled with them one by one, but of course he couldn't touch any of them.

"A normal person... huh? Isn't this the security guard downstairs?" Zheng Fan saw a face that he had a vague impression of, because he had a deep memory of the other person's ugly face when he was subdued by Jiang Si and struggling.

Standing beside the body's bed, Zheng Si thought for a moment.

"Bait?"

These bodies were quite pure, and in Zheng Fan's impression they were not some kind of illusion trick, but those moving outside were not the same, and the smell was very strong.

If these bodies are the original bodies of those people.

Anyone who leaves this club may no longer have their own body.

Spreading a certain medium on a large scale, casting a wide net, is what baiting illusions are good at.

After going around in a circle, I didn't smell any hallucination.

The hallucination itself is not here. This club has expanded to a considerable size, and this is just the headquarters, or even just a target.

After gaining the support of the bigwigs in the street center, they have also wisely transferred more resources elsewhere.

Continuing to go inside, I saw an office that must have been used by someone not long ago. The computer screen inside was still on, but the chair was tilted.

It seemed that he was led out by Jiang Si, and he left in a hurry.

After glancing at the email on the screen, Zheng Fan's eyes were suddenly attracted.

"The list of the Gray People?"

Taking out his gloves and putting them on, Zheng Fan picked up the mouse and started checking the contents on the computer.

There is actually cooperation between the Changsheng Society and the Gray People. Recently, they have provided a large amount of... blood to the Gray People?
A batch was even shipped out not long ago, and the time matched when Zheng Fan was at Xiaoyang's place. Xiaoyang was right, the group came back after finishing their work, and after receiving the news from the witness, they wanted to stop by Tickman's place to take a look.

Then I was taken to a concert.

Human blood...is it a requirement for another property-type illusion or something else?

Zheng Fan seemed to be thinking about something. He skillfully typed on the keyboard and repeatedly searched the computer for useful information. He found some contact records, many of which were useful, and he packed them all up.

After doing this, he stood up, put away his gloves and walked out without staying any longer.

As soon as I came out, I saw chaos outside. The red-line living puppet was fighting a bloody battle with the army of undead flesh!
"Oh my god, it's developing so excitingly? I've only been out for a short while." Zheng Fan was stunned. Jiang Si's puppeteering skills were getting better and better.

"Mr. Devil!" Jiang Si swung over like Spider-Man, pulling the red line, then hung himself on the ceiling and looked down at Zheng Fan.

"Is it fun?"

"It's very fun, but is this place the mysterious treasure chest? There are more and more people like wild monsters refreshed in the dungeon, and I can't hold on any longer! Are you done with what you are going to do?" Jiang Si said. When he first sneaked in, he felt that there were not many people here at night, but why did more and more people appear?
If the newly acquired living puppets were not so useful, it would have been difficult for Jiang Si to be so at ease with only his original stock.

Some of them seemed to be special members. After being injured, their flesh and blood would grow in revenge, forming huge masses and thick tentacles. At the same time, their strength and endurance also increased sharply.

"Okay, do you want to play for a while longer or just run away?" Zheng Fan asked with a shrug.

Jiang Sidao: "If I play with you, will it still be possessed?"

"You really don't like me using your body." Zheng Fan smiled, but he didn't think it was disobedient. To be honest, it is normal not to like others to possess you. Lin Yilin, who can always accept it with peace of mind, and Doris, who Zheng Fan always feels secretly looking forward to, are not normal.

However, Jiang Si’s concern was not about possession.

"Instead of doing it yourself, I let Mr. Devil use his body to kill people. It's like scratching an itch through a shoe. It seems like there is some feeling, but not much." Jiang Si said.

Another reason is that she was often forced by Zheng Fan to eat heavy food, which damaged her health, and she had to bear the psychological trauma in the end. Her ideological awareness in this regard is not as high as that of Binary Sister.

Lin Yilin actually didn’t like snail noodles at all, and couldn’t even stand the taste, but there was no trace of unhappiness on her face. If Zheng Fan hadn’t read her thoughts carefully, she really wouldn’t have noticed.

But this does not prevent Zheng from using her body to show off the snail noodles.

Zheng Fan didn't care: "Anyway, I had a good time today." "What do you mean by having a good time? Miss Witch or Unit 3?"

"All of them. All of them are great."

"Woo..." This made Jiang Si hesitate. Would she feel like she was falling behind?

Just as she was thinking this, Zheng Fan suddenly said, "Since you don't want to play with the body, then change your mindset. It might be a little exciting. Come down."

Jiang Si fell from the ceiling in confusion, while Zheng Fan strode towards her.

Jiang Si subconsciously took a step back, but quickly stepped back and stood close to Zheng Fan, staring at him, and could even feel Zheng Fan's breath.

"What to do?"

Zheng Fan opened his arms and asked, "Were you practicing dancing before?"

"Hmm? Yes." As he said that, Jiang Si had already opened his hands, matching Zheng Fan's movements.

"What dance?"

"There are all kinds of ballroom dancing, and it's quite mixed. Xi Cai actually taught it very casually before. I doubt she herself is that professional."

"Okay, I happen to know a little bit."

"Really?" Jiang Si was surprised, "Mr. Devil, how come you know everything?"

"Because he's a demon."

"So what is this point?"

"That's it. I only have an impression of it. I've only played it for a short while. It's similar to the leisurely grandpas and aunts in the square. But you can add some personal style to it. Artists should have their own ideas."

As he was speaking, some flesh and blood people broke through the blockade of the red line puppets and rushed towards Jiang Si.

"So why now... ah!"

Jiang Si was halfway through his words when Zheng Fan's hands suddenly extended red ropes to tie up Jiang Si's entire body. At the moment when a flesh and blood man approached, he gently pushed him away.

Jiang Si spun around to distance herself from Zheng Fan. As her red skirt swayed, the flesh-and-blood man passed through the red line connecting the two of them and was instantly cut into slices.

Then Zheng Fan pulled Jiang Si back. Jiang Si fell down and Zheng Fan held him by the waist, and their posture froze.

"It's too stiff. Relax a little, otherwise it won't be fun." Zheng Fan said with a smile.

Jiang Si stared at Zheng Fan in a daze for a moment, then stood up straight, but did not stop moving. She immediately adjusted herself into the state. She stretched out her red line and connected it with Zheng Fan's red line, following Zheng Fan's traction.

"Looks like you're ready."

"Come on, I will definitely beat Xi Cai next time!"

“It’s a guaranteed win.”

After saying that, Zheng Fan jumped up with Jiang Si. The members of the club kept rushing over, but once they got close, they would be confused by Jiang Si's dance steps. Their swaying figures shuttled past, and with a wave of their hands and a kick, they cut the flesh and blood of these people.

The visible figure is graceful and moving, a bright red flower amidst the chaos.

The invisible figure is lively and unrestrained, an invisible black chaos.

Chaos controlled the flowers, and with each move and turn, it killed everyone who joined the dance.

The random movements of those red-string puppets now became methodical, and Zheng Fan's red string also connected with the red strings inside the living puppets, pulling them together.

The melee turned into a giant dance party.

The blood spilled all over the scene was the most beautiful fireworks.

The screaming club members were caught by the living puppets, their bodies connected by red strings, and they joined the dance in terror, and then danced towards death.

……

When it was just getting light, someone had already reported the case.

When community police officers and the bureau received many horrified reports from witnesses, they were at a loss.

What a red world, what blood all over the ground, what a meat grinder, what terrifying corpses...

What the hell is going on here? There wasn't any world overlap event last night.

When they arrived at the scene, they were silent.

The original headquarters of the famous Eternal Youth Club in recent years has been reduced to ruins, and from the traces it can be seen that the building itself has been cut on a large scale.

The wreckage of the buildings at the scene was covered in blood, and everything was sprinkled with bright red paint as if for free.

As for the bodies... yes, those bodies.

It was hard to tell that it was a corpse; it was disgusting and hard to accept.

The bones and flesh that had been cut into tiny pieces were randomly gathered together to form the outline of a human figure, shaped, and put together in pairs to form a dancing shape...

All of this can only be described as filled with the criminals' endless...bad taste.

(End of this chapter)