"Crack!"
With a crisp and powerful finger snap, Liu Zheng danced.
The four tentacles undulated like waves, but their movements were strong and powerful, and there was no sticky feeling at all.
"Crack!"
The strong hooves stepped on the ground, making a sound like tap dancing shoes.
He walked towards Hishikibe with rhythmic dance steps.
The surrounding black mist surged toward him, then was pushed away.
"Huh? Ah, I forgot to enable permissions."
Black Cat was puzzled at first when he saw this scene, and then suddenly realized.
It patted its forehead, then picked up Quill Club and pointed at Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng felt as if some valve had been opened in his soul.
The first black text came out of his body, then the second, the third, and the fourth
Countless words are vying to break away from the shackles of reason and breathe the fresh air beyond Liu Zheng's will.
These words were all black at first, but later began to be mixed with some red.
By the end, it had turned completely bloody.
The thick black and red fog enveloped Liu Zheng, like a thick mosaic on him.
In the thick fog, screams could still be faintly heard.
There were screams from women, screams from men, screams from insects, and screams from mermaids.
And Liu Zheng's own screams.
All the pain Liu Zheng witnessed, experienced, and caused turned into an echo in his soul without him knowing it, and he never forgot it.
"Ouch!"
A loud and high-pitched scream resounded throughout the Colosseum.
Feeling the strong will behind it, all the authors turned pale with fright.
As if there was a backbone, all the screams adjusted their rhythm and joined this painful chorus.
The music and lighting of the Colosseum also seemed to be affected by the chorus and became unstable.
The original lively and jumping accompaniment was intermittent, and some key syllables were replaced with screams.
The originally colorful laser lights were either bright or dark, and finally turned into black and red light.
The originally cheerful dance atmosphere instantly turned into a horror movie scene.
Liu Zheng was unaware of this. As the negative thoughts that had been suppressed and oppressed him were eliminated, he now fell into an extremely light state.
The light soul guides his light body, rising towards an even lighter state.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
Liu Zheng Every muscle is mobilized and moves according to their own ideas.
However, their rhythms are unified under one sound.
The sound was small at first, but soon became louder and louder, swallowing up the screaming ensemble.
"Ya! Shub-Niggurath!"
"Meow meow meow!"
Black Cat's eyes widened.
The other Platinum Author also showed surprised expressions.
Of course they could tell that Liu Zheng had heard of Gospel, but they didn't expect that this could lead to Gospel.
"The idea is great, let's work together!"
A Platinum Author wearing a mink coat and a mouth full of gold teeth shouted.
Platinum Author, including Black Cat, nodded one after another, and then took their own Quill Club.
Following the direction they Quill Club pointed, all the black mist became active, decomposed and combined into articles.
Then all the articles rushed to the stage, completely wrapping Liu Zheng.
There was silence in the Colosseum for a moment, and then the music and lights returned to normal.
However, all Platinum Author know is that this is only temporary.
If the black mist of the Writers Association cannot wipe away the blood mist of Liu Zheng, then the fun will be great.
And this is the normal process of a dance battle, with the authors' black mist colliding with each other and consuming each other.
While feeling the pain, the authors can also be freed from their own negative thoughts.
And this process also polishes the author's thinking.
As the King of Dance who persists until the end, negative thoughts are eliminated most thoroughly, and after the dance is over, he is often able to write a piece of work that performs at a superb level.
But now something unexpected happened.
Who would have thought that this newcomer's negative thoughts would be so ferocious?
It was as if endless black mist surged towards the stage, sizzling like hot oil poured on a soldering iron, turning into wisps of charred smoke.
Although Liu Zheng's blood mist cannot be compared with the authors' in terms of quantity, but with the blessing of Gospel, the texture is surprisingly hard.
Seeing that half of the black fog in the whole place had gone away, but only a thin layer of the thick fog around him had been worn away, those Platinum Author couldn't help but have a headache.
They had only ever complained about the negative emotions of the authors, and never thought that one day they would complain about not enough black mist.
But if forces outside the process are used, it may lead to even more uncontrollable results.
What to do?
All the other Platinum Author's eyes are looking at Black Cat.
To come to this dance, they naturally have a good relationship with Black Cat.
But as Platinum Author, they naturally have their own will and temper.
Although they didn't speak, their eyes conveyed the same message.
"You want to develop new blood, so you have to solve the problem, otherwise you won't be able to count on us supporting you as vice president."
Black Cat naturally accepted their thoughts and sighed helplessly.
It was still very optimistic about this newcomer, but no one could have imagined that such an accident would happen.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Deliveryman."
Black Cat took out the monocle from his jacket pocket and walked towards Liu Zheng.
As for Hishikibe? She was already standing there petrified with fear.
"Wait a minute."
However, when Platinum Author reached a consensus and the authors below the gold level were silent, a discordant voice came from the audience.
Novelist bent his knees and jumped onto the stage like a jumping spider.
Then, she dodged and stopped in front of Black Cat.
"I won't allow anyone to hurt him."
Novelist said with a serious expression.
"I can understand your feelings, but now it's not us who want to hurt him, it's him who wants to hurt himself and us."
Black Cat said patiently.
It will be a while before the black mist is consumed, and it wants to try to convince the other party.
After all, Novelist is not an ordinary person. Offending her to death will not be beneficial to his future work in presiding over the association.
"I can take him away."
Novelist said.
"Don't be stupid, you should know that once the dance battle begins, it cannot be stopped unless a winner is determined."
"Even if you take him out of the 'Quill Club' club, the blood mist on his body will not disappear."
"In fact, when Gospel finally arrives, it won't be us but City Hall who will come to catch him."
Black Cat shook his head and said.
"I can unblock City Hall's relationship."
Novelist pursed his lips and said.
"Even if you can clear the relationship between the City Hall, can you still put your hand into Bloodstained Restaurant?"
Black Cat said ruthlessly.
"The half-human and half-Black Goat's Young is a useful employee, but the Black Goat's Young blessed by Gospel is the most delicious ingredient."
"I understand everything you said."
Novelist said calmly.
Her family background is far more prominent than Black Cat, and her history is longer. How could she not understand these twists and turns?
But, so what?
"He is the man I have destined. No one can touch him except me."
The serrated blade arm tore the big furisode apart, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.
Novelist cross-arm inclined blade, the knife points to the owner of the Writers Association.