It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

he asked in a low voice.

"The entry threshold for this kind of salon dance is relatively high. The top authors are not eligible to participate unless they are specially invited by the association."

The novelist explained.

"I see. The person who invited you must have bad intentions."

Liu Zheng said frankly.

If it is a truly small-time author, then it is an opportunity, but for a novelist who once had achievements but turned to failure, it is a naked humiliation.

"Yes, and I can't refuse. But Senior will be humiliated along with me."

The novelist said apologetically.

"What does that mean?"

He waved his hands to show that he didn't care.

It's just a punishment of standing in the corner. Not to mention humiliation, it's not even targeted.

I remember when he was eating shit in the sewer.

Well, forget it, it’s better not to think about it.

"Welcome all authors to this salon dance. I am the host, 'The Fool.'"

A beam of light shone down from the void, revealing a black cat wearing a formal suit and a top hat.

Its hind paws support its body and its front paws hold the microphone, which looks funny and cute.

As soon as it finished speaking, warm applause broke out in the Colosseum.

Liu Zheng also followed the crowd and clapped.

"This is a great writer in the field of novels. Last year, the best-selling novel at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Amon and His Monocle, was written by him."

The novelist introduced it in his ear.

Liu Zheng nodded to indicate that he remembered it, but did not take it to heart.

Even when he was still writing online articles in real life, these top authors had nothing to do with him, not to mention that he was just a delivery man now.

"In the first half of the year, the members of our Writers Association provided sufficient spiritual food for the citizens of the metropolis and provided a solid guarantee for the order of the metropolis. The City Hall sent a special letter to praise us and gave us rewards."

"As usual, before the dance begins, we will hold a competition as an appetizer, and the rewards from the City Hall will also be the prizes for the competition."

"The format of the competition will be determined later by random drawing on the spot."

"As for now?"

The black cat paused, then looked around the rows of seats in the Colosseum.

There was a smile on its lips and its eyes were calm.

However, all the authors whose eyes were scanned by it had a serious expression.

After all, he is a top author in the field of novels.

If we limit the time period to recent years, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the number one writer of novels.

"I know that those of us who write usually like to stay at home and don't like socializing."

"So, before the game starts, I'll give everyone fifteen minutes to bond with each other."

"Okay, everyone, relax and get started."

After Black Cat finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the first row of the audience seats.

With its influence, the atmosphere in the Colosseum became lively.

Some left their seats to look for authors they were familiar with, while others started chatting with the authors nearby.

"Want to go find someone you know?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No need, senior."

The novelist shook his head.

She had no acquaintances in the field of novels, and as for short stories, that was a thing of the past.

But she doesn't go to others, others come to her.

"Isn't this Izanami? How come after not seeing you for a few days, you have to stand at the dance?"

A sarcastic voice sounded behind Liu Zheng.

He turned around suddenly, but did not see the person who spoke.

It was not until two minutes later that the person who spoke slowly walked up to them.

This is a woman wearing a five-colored twelve-piece dress. She has a face as round as a full moon, her face is covered with thick lead powder, and her lips are dyed red with unknown blood. She looks like an evil ghost.

Her long hair fell to the ground like a waterfall, and her eyebrows were just two small lumps, like two beans.

Of course, you can't say that this is ugly, you can only say that it doesn't conform to Liu Zheng's aesthetic.

Noticing his subtle gaze, the novelist showed a satisfied expression.

The Twelve Single Women also noticed Liu Zheng's gaze and glared at him.

In a trance, Liu Zheng seemed to see two one-horned evil ghosts, one blue and one red, emerging from her eyes and pouncing towards him.

The two evil ghosts, Qing and Hong, grew taller in the wind, and by the time they reached him, they had become as tall as two stories.

One of them held a gavel and the other held an iron hammer, and they smashed down on him hard.

Chapter 220: Brother Kong is kind and righteous, Brother Meng is righteous and kind

Faced with the sudden attack, Liu Zheng was stunned, as if he was frightened silly.

"Senior, be careful."

The novelist noticed his abnormality, and his serrated forelimbs tore through the furisode and were about to cut everything.

However, Liu Zheng, who had been motionless just now, stretched out his tentacles to stop her.

"It's ok."

He shook his head and looked up ahead.

The words "benevolence" and "righteousness" appeared in his pupils, and then turned into two balls of flame and flew out.

The flame also grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became the size of a person, and then suddenly collapsed.

Amidst the splashing flames, two big men strode out with their heads held high.

The character “Ren” turned into a big man wearing a turban, a wide-sleeved robe, big ears with exposed ears, and a face as square as a jade.

The character "义" is transformed into a big man wearing a turban, a narrow-sleeved robe, with eyebrows flying into his temples, a long face and phoenix eyes.

"I don't talk about weird things."

The big man with the character "Ren" opened his mouth immediately after seeing the two ghosts, Green and Red, his voice as loud as a bell.

"You can't have both, so you have to sacrifice your life for righteousness."

The big man with the word "Yi" showed no fear in the face of the evil ghost that was several times bigger than himself, and said in a deep voice.

Then, they punched together.

The sleeves of the two men's robes suddenly exploded, revealing their well-trained muscles.

Contained in those muscle textures that look like they were cut by a knife or an axe is a power that can still penetrate people's hearts after thousands of years.

"This punch, thousands of years of truth, can you take it?"

In a trance, Liu Zheng seemed to hear the two big men's deafening shouts.

Unfortunately, the two devils naturally couldn't understand.

The gavel and the hammer fell and hit the fists of "Ren" and "Yi".

"Buzz!"

The sound like the collision of metal and stone resounded throughout the universe.

Cracks appeared where the mallet, iron hammer and fist intersected, and then the whole thing shattered like an avalanche, spreading from the weapons toward the bodies of the two green and red ghosts.

"Ow!"

The green and red ghosts howled like tigers, then broke into two ghost mists and were sucked back into the eyes of the twelve single women.

"what!"

The twelve single women also let out a scream, with tears of blood flowing from their eyes.

But the matter was not over yet. "Ren" and "Yi" walked towards her step by step with anger in their eyes.

Their speed was not fast, but they were square like a circle, making the twelve women unable to move inside it.

The superior who was just about to impose punishment now became a prisoner waiting to be punished.

"Sir, this is a salon after all. If there are any disputes, they can be mediated. Fighting and killing is not a good idea. What do you think?"

A bowler hat suddenly flew over, and the voice of the black cat The Fool came out from it.

Then, the black cat came out of the hat, picked up the hat, put it on his head, and stood in front of the twelve women.

"Senior, please stop now."

The novelist also said.

Since she said so, Liu Zheng tried to take back the words "benevolence" and "righteousness".

The attempt was not smooth. It was already difficult for him to carry these two words, and it was even more difficult to let them go and then take them back.

However, he still slowed down the pace of "Ren" and "Yi".

When the two big men walked one meter in front of the black cat, they finally stopped, then turned back into two balls of fire and returned to Liu Zheng's eyes.

"puff!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and then knelt on the ground.

The sharp sword of the word "benevolence" in his soul penetrated a little deeper into his skull, and the two feet of the word "righteousness" on his shoulders became heavier.

"Senior, are you okay?"

The novelist quickly helped Liu Zheng up.

"It's still holding up."

He said reluctantly.

"Fool, we listened to you and stopped. Shouldn't you also give us an explanation?"

The novelist stared at the black cat and said.

"Of course, as a host, I won't take sides with anyone."

Black Cat nodded.

"Ms. Hishikibu, I need you to explain your actions."

It looked at the twelve single women.

"He was the one who insulted me with his eyes first."

The Twelve Single Women wiped the blood and tears from their faces and said with a look of grievance.

"I know."

Black Cat nodded.

Just when Liu Zheng thought it was going to take sides, it spoke again.

"But you attacked this gentleman directly, and the nature of the situation changed from insult to mutual fighting."

"And you lost the fight. If I hadn't stepped in to stop you, you might be dead now."

"Whether from the perspective of fairness and justice or the principle of strength being respected, it's all your fault. Do you agree?"

The black cat said slowly.