Chapter 148: Turntable Flying Knives

Guan Daorong's initial cry of pain was real.

But the subsequent screaming was faked.

He used the howling to please the demons and evil spirits, and then tried hard to adapt to the pain, his brain running wildly, thinking of strategies to deal with this program.

Jia Sheng is a monster.

He can do things humans cannot, and the armor on his body has amazing defensive power, which can allow him to perform some self-mutilating movements to force Guan Daorong to self-mutilate as well.

In the next round of movements.

He could even perform 'stabbing his own buttocks with a small knife' or 'caring for a five-speed electric fan'.

Even if Guan Daorong could barely survive one or two rounds, his final fate would only be to torture himself to death, dying just like his former victims.

Therefore, Guan Daorong must win quickly!

In the next round of imitation, kill Jia Sheng!

So what method could make Jia Sheng unable to imitate, and once imitated, guarantee death...

Maybe there is one!

Just as Guan Daorong thought of a way, his excessively long howling sound aroused the suspicion of the malevolent entities.

Steward Hu urged.

"Mr. Guan, you should get up and continue the program. If you cannot perform anymore, I will have to judge you as having failed."

Guan Daorong covered his arm and climbed up.

His palm flickered twice, and a one-foot-long short sword appeared in his hand. Even Steward Hu didn't see clearly how this short sword appeared.

"What I am going to perform next is the art of sword swallowing!"

Guan Daorong endured the severe pain in his arm, raised his head, and sent the short sword into his mouth bit by bit until the entire short sword was swallowed to the hilt.

Then, in front of all the malevolent entities, he lay on the ground and did a sit-up.

After the sit-up, he stood up again and pulled the entire short sword out!

"This is the movement I want to do."

Guan Daorong stuck the short sword into the ground, signaling Jia Sheng to come over and perform a sword swallowing act as well.

But how could Jia Sheng step into this obvious trap?

"This sword must have a mechanism. He relies on the mechanism to swallow the sword; otherwise, how could a human move freely after swallowing a sword?"

Jia Sheng's suspicion was reasonable.

But this was not what the demons and evil spirits wanted to see.

Steward Hu's tone became cold: "Are you going to admit defeat? This will be punished!"

The demons and evil spirits below were also staring straight at Jia Sheng.

These demons and evil spirits were of different species; they had no sense of kinship for Jia Sheng. In their view, Jia Sheng was just like humans, just a different species from them.

A human performing a program and dying miserably is fun.

A Jia Sheng performing a program and dying miserably is also fun.

The demons and evil spirits had no sense of racial righteousness; they just wanted to see rivers of blood!

Jia Sheng looked helplessly at Liu Baoyu, hoping that the banquet host could be fair. The bloodthirsty expression from before became much clearer, like an innocent little beast.

Liu Baoyu laughed.

"Go and imitate him. He, a human, learned from you to reach into an oil pot; you don't want to lose face for us, do you?"

Jia Sheng had no way out, so he hardened his heart, picked up the short sword on the ground, and glared fiercely at Guan Daorong.

"It's just a short sword; you look down on us too much!"

Relying on the physique of a demon, even if they swallowed a short sword and pulled it out, they wouldn't die. Jia Sheng made up his mind that the next movement would be to endure being slashed by knives and axes; he wanted to tear Guan Daorong into pieces.

Thinking of ways to retaliate against Guan Daorong, he picked up the short sword, not bothering to wipe off Guan Daorong's saliva, and stuffed the short sword into his throat.

Guan Daorong looked at Jia Sheng coldly.

He wouldn't count on an ordinary short sword to end the program.

So his short sword was not ordinary. The moment Jia Sheng swallowed the short sword into his stomach, his life had already ended.

Jia Sheng held the short sword, the flesh inside his mouth was cut open, and he endured the pain and lay on the ground, preparing to do a sit-up, when his face suddenly changed, his body twitched a few times, and he lay on the ground motionless.

He was already dead!

The winner of this program had been decided!

Guan Daorong walked in front of him, took the short sword and a demon core from his mouth, and walked off the stage holding his arm under the astonished gazes of the demons and evil spirits.

Liu Baoyu applauded again.

This time, the demons and evil spirits were clearly sincere, and the atmosphere was much hotter than before. They loved to see things sacrificed and bleeding, regardless of whether the thing was a monster or a human.

After Guan Daorong returned to the table, he tore off a piece of tablecloth to wrap his injured arm. His own clothes were already extremely dirty, and using them to bandage would only cause the wound to become infected.

The short sword he used to perform sword swallowing and kill the pangolin malevolent entity Jia Sheng was also a divine worship item.

Its name is the Rigid-Soft Yin-Yang Sword!

The Rigid-Soft Yin-Yang Sword can be large or small, rigid or soft, and has two usage modes: one is to be used as an ordinary long sword, and the other is to transform into several wriggling, long-whip-like soft swords.

When Guan Daorong swallowed the sword himself, he actually shortened the Rigid-Soft Yin-Yang Sword along with the swallowing movement.

When Jia Sheng swallowed the sword, he thought it was just an ordinary short sword, but after he prepared to do a sit-up, Guan Daorong turned the short sword into several long soft swords, directly shredding Jia Sheng's internal organs.

Thus, the second program ended, and it was immediately the third program's turn to go on stage.

Wei Dian and Liang Fang walked onto the stage; the program they were going to play was called Telepathy.

Among the six people who entered the tomb, only they two flirted and had mutual affection, looking like they had telepathy, so this program could only be performed by the two of them.

Liang Fang grabbed Wei Dian's hand. After watching the first two rounds of programs, she was worried about this unknown program of theirs.

But Wei Dian laughed loudly, looking as if he already had a plan in mind.

Wu Xian and the other Juanren had long been accustomed to Wei Dian's sudden bursts of laughter, but the malevolent entities were not!

They were all stunned by Wei Dian's laughter, not knowing what kind of illness this human had.

After being stunned for a while.

Steward Hu began to introduce the program.

He clapped his hands.

A huge vertical turntable appeared on the stage, with five straps on it. Judging from their distribution, these straps should be used to tie people up.

In addition, five meters away from the stage, there was a small table with countless sharp flying knives on it.

Perhaps influenced by Wei Dian's laughter.

Steward Hu felt that a simple introduction was not shocking enough.

He decided to perform a preview before the program started. After a short wait, a panicked woman wearing sportswear was escorted over by two Liu mansion servants.

This woman had a blank expression, scared almost out of her wits by the room full of demons and ghosts. Her face was full of tears, her expression distorted, and she kept begging.

"Please, let me go."

Wu Xian's eyes narrowed.

Judging by her appearance, she should also be a traveler who was caught by the monsters. She might have been intended to serve as food, but because the food was already sufficient, she was still alive and being used as material for the demonstration program.

The woman struggled for a while, then suddenly saw familiar faces at the tables of demons and ghosts; those faces had once laughed and chatted with her on the bus...

Her expression turned pale, and she stopped struggling, being manipulated by the Liu mansion servants like a puppet.

A moment later.

She was tied to the turntable, and an apple was stuffed into her mouth.

Steward Hu explained excitedly.

"The process of this program is very simple: one person is tied to it, and the other person throws flying knives. If the flying knife hits the apple, it counts as a successful performance. If it doesn't hit the apple, you have to keep throwing."

This program is the classic turntable flying knife program.

It belongs to the category of acrobatic performances.

It often appears in various acrobatic shows. It looks thrilling, but those flying knife masters generally never miss; let alone blindfolded, even if they throw the flying knives backward, they will hit the target.

But that kind of precision comes from years of practice and careful design. For ordinary people to throw in a hurry, it is almost impossible to hit!

The Liu mansion servant turned the turntable.

Steward Hu picked up a flying knife and threw it excitedly. The first knife pierced into the woman's eye socket!

The entire banquet hall echoed with the sound of human screams!

I've revised these two chapters again, adding seven or eight hundred words. These seven or eight hundred words are free, consider it a gift, hehe.

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