Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 282 Carnival in Memory
"Jiang Si, don't worry about it. These idiots are crazy... Jiang Si?" This familiar sense of déjà vu made Zheng Fan unable to bear to look at it and he was too lazy to waste time. In addition, the background of this world made the weirdness even more intense. Zheng Fan was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would laugh uncontrollably.

But when I turned around, I found that Jiang Si was already ready to join.

Jiang Si rushed forward, using his strong physical fitness to grab a table and chair controlled by a spirit and threw it towards the group below.

The phantoms have extremely strong control over the devices they control and are attached to. It may look funny when they throw these things around, but they can actually cause considerable damage.

But they seldom think about the possibility that their things may be seized by others and they are powerless to take them back.

It's here now.

The tables and chairs were so severe that the brains of several stitched corpses exploded and they fell to the ground twitching.

"It's okay Mr. Devil, I'm familiar with this."

You know nothing.

Looking at Jiang Si's confident smile and the restless mood conveyed through the communication, Zheng Fan knew that what Jiang Si understood was definitely not the same as what he understood.

“This is Mardi Gras!”

"What does your carnival look like?"

“This is what carnival is like in my house.”

"You... Damn, it's true." Zheng Fan felt that he was sometimes too normal. People in the world of violence were still a little higher than people like Zheng Fan who were in the world of mental violence.

"Xi Cai said that in reality, the more normal party activities would be the Water Splashing Festival, pillow fights, and other queue-based party activities. In my hometown, we just used harder tools, which is similar to here."

"It was just a simple gunfight."

"Of course it's different. Serious weapons are prohibited at the carnival, and only everyday items can be used as weapons. Although some people get carried away occasionally, everyone generally still has a good time. It's not very dangerous and you can still have fun." Jiang Si seemed to have a really good impression of this carnival.

When he spoke, a look of reminiscence could be seen on his face, and his movements of grabbing the chair and hitting people became more vigorous.

Jiang Si is indeed a master of "carnival".

She was an expert in using these common daily necessities, like a god of war in a furniture store. Her movements of grabbing a plate thrown at her by a prankster and throwing it like a dart with her backhand were extremely sharp.

For a moment, the parade began to disintegrate, and was actually suppressed by her alone.

The joy that comes from the heart seems to be one of the few pleasant memories that Jiang Si has about the violent world.

Zheng Fan even caught some fragments of memory that leaked out from her excited mood.

Even the legendary big sister could only barely fight a draw with Jiang Si, who was outnumbered, at the carnival when she was a child. Big brother Jiang Hui saw that they were getting a little too excited and tried to stop them, but was hit on the head with a rolling pin and an old rocking chair. She remembered it for a long time.

The youngest, Jiang Ming, was so scared that he started crying. He really cried.

Jiang Si, who has a complex understanding of violence and love, can only express his feelings so wantonly in such a situation, which is still violent but slightly less violent.

It’s a pity that after we grow up, it’s rare for the whole family to attend such a carnival together.

Even Jiang Ming didn't play with her anymore, even though Jiang Ming was very resistant to this kind of activity. Jiang Si could only occasionally dress up and go to some small-scale carnivals to vent her inner thoughts.

As these fragments of memory flowed through Zheng Fan's mind, his lips moved slightly, but he still sighed helplessly.

Jiang Si has become the focus of the whole audience because of his overly glamorous behavior.

The spirits were full of malice towards her. It was not an easy task to cultivate one's own attachment device. It required multiple factors such as time and effort. But in the end, they were just smashed by this corpse!
Corpses are inherently evil!

Even with the corpse intact, it's still evil!
However, ordinary corpses cannot touch their spirits, and even their real bodies cannot be seen. We can only smash some of their attachments, like a clown.

Seeing this, Zheng Fan stretched out his hand, and all the corpses and stitched corpses that were severely injured in the chaos turned into gray dust and gathered in the palm of Zheng Fan's hand.

New beads appeared, a grayish-white color. The most prominent feature was that these beads were not completely smooth and round, but looked like a three-dimensional comma with a "little tail".

"Lingsu, a concept related to the soul? The world factor of this world is quite interesting." Zheng Fan took a look and squeezed it hard to absorb it directly.

The white lightning in his hand crackled with a sound, and combined with the zombie lightning spell copied from Jiang Si, the soul lightning struck out instantly, accurately landing on many hidden spirits.

Amid the painful screams of the ghosts, they revealed their figures. Each one looked no different from a traditional ghost, like a floating white sheet, with its figure looming.

They looked like they were screaming in pain, but Zheng Fan controlled his strength and did not kill them.

After all, it was Jiang Si's carnival, so he wouldn't add any unnecessary touches.

Just pull in some more participants so that Jiang Si can have more fun.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Si immediately turned around to look at Zheng Fan, only to find that Zheng Fan had turned into a round black ghost and flew away yawning.

She pursed her lips and shouted directly at the back of the black ghost:
"Mr. Devil! I love you!"

Hei Apia glanced sideways and said, "It's a mess."

A child is a child.

……

The result of letting a real zombie go wild is naturally a mess. This kind of parade looks very impressive, but to put it bluntly, it is just a mob, shouting slogans that they may not even understand, and being used as a gun by the existence behind them.

When Zheng Fan floated back, Jiang Si stood on the street in a daze, watching the corpse guards cleaning up the mess. The guards did not dare to talk to Jiang Si, because Jiang Si was still holding a chair with a detached back.

"Are you happy?" Apia Zheng asked back.

"I still feel unsatisfied, and a little empty." Jiang Si's expression was almost like she wanted a cigarette, so Zheng Fan took out a cigarette candy and stuffed it into her mouth, which made it look more like the real thing.

Jiang Si held it in her mouth obediently, looking at the round black ghost in front of her with half-open eyes. She couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it, but the smooth surface made her hand slip past it.

"Let's go when you've had enough fun." Zheng Fan ignored her dirty hands and turned around to say.

Jiang Si had no objection, but although it was chubby and cute, it would be difficult to hug Mr. Devil tightly.

Thinking in her mind, she paused and felt her body floating up. It was as if her heart had turned into a ghost and wanted to fly around with it.

Unfortunately, their restlessness did not last long, and they arrived at the foot of the tower.

Looking from afar, a strange feeling of oppression made Jiang Si put away all his thoughts. He immediately put away his relaxed expression and looked at the tall figure seriously.

A figure wearing heavy armor, with a three-meter-tall body that is completely different from the normal human body shape. The dull golden armor on his body reflects the dim setting sun that shines through the dark clouds, and the cloak behind him sways gently in the breeze.

If those scarlet eyes had not turned and pointed directly at Zheng Fan, Jiang Si would have thought it was a statue for a moment.

However, how could a statue emanate such terrifying power?

In it, Jiang Si vaguely saw his father. Could it be even stronger than his father?

The skull-like face made it hard to tell whether it was a helmet or its true appearance. It stood like an iron tower under the tall tower behind it, making all the surrounding beings stop and no one dared to make a disrespectful sound.

"Are you so hospitable? You're waiting for us here in advance?" Zheng Fan waved his chubby hand in the form of a ghost as a greeting.

There is no need to say much about the person in front of us. He is the lord of this city, the Undead King.

Staring at Zheng Fan, it slowly spoke in a hoarse and sharp voice that sounded like the unbearable friction of metal: "You, took my spiritual essence."

"Yes, so what if I took it? Are you going to fight?" Zheng Fan was also quite rude. He stuck out his chubby belly and pushed it in front of the Undead King.

"It will be of no benefit to me to take action. Never mind. I want to ask you for something." The Undead King changed the subject, changed the topic and stated what he wanted.

This made Zheng Fan curious: "What do you want?"

"Ritual, a ritual to connect with the outer world."

Zheng Fan was still thinking, and Jiang Si blurted out: "You know all this, are you really spying on us?"

Undead King: "...This is my city, my world."

What a rude young corpse.

(End of this chapter)