Chapter 149: Chatting and Laughing

The turntable did not rotate fast.

It was roughly three times the speed of a second hand, rotating three times in one minute.

But even at such a slow speed, Steward Hu still found it difficult to hit the target. He kept aiming and throwing with an excited expression, and even his fluffy big tail was trembling, clearly playing very seriously.

The sharp flying knives pierced mercilessly into the woman's body, spurting out streams of blood.

The woman was screaming at first, but later there was only helpless whimpering left.

The most cruel part of the flying knife turntable was that the flying knives were too short and shallow; although sharp, they were difficult to kill quickly, so the woman didn't stop moving until she had endured more than twenty knives.

Liang Fang's face turned pale.

Because she could also be tied to the turntable, with her body full of holes. The accuracy of a newcomer throwing flying knives at a moving target would not be higher than Steward Hu's.

Click!

The flying knife pierced into the apple.

This turntable flying knife game finally ended.

"Excellent!"

Steward Hu stomped his feet in surprise, puffing out his chest with a sense of accomplishment.

But the poor woman tied to the turntable no longer looked human.

Steward Hu wiped his sweat and turned his body, letting the blood-stained turntable pass, and said to Wei Dian and the other: "My demonstration is over. Now, who is going on the turntable and who is throwing the flying knives? Have you decided?"

Liang Fang's body stiffened. She wanted to raise her hand because she knew clearly that no matter what, Wei Dian throwing the flying knives would be more accurate.

Wei Dian patted her shoulder.

"You throw the flying knives, I'll go on the turntable."

Liang Fang was stunned: "But..."

Wei Dian smiled gently.

"Nothing to worry about. Believe in me."

Listening to Wei Dian's comfort, the nervous expression on Liang Fang's face eased slightly.

Since entering the Fudi, she and Wei Dian had been exploring the burial mounds together; she knew Wei Dian's abilities better than anyone, and this person was unlike any other Juanren she had encountered.

Although he always had a crazy smile on his face.

But under that smile, almost no problem could stump him. If only one of them could survive, Liang Fang believed that person would definitely be Wei Dian.

Soon, Wei Dian was tied to the turntable stained with the woman's blood.

The fishy smell and slippery feeling on the turntable made Wei Dian slightly uncomfortable. Just as he wanted to laugh at himself, a small apple was stuffed into his mouth.

This apple was surprisingly only half the size of the one the woman had just now, making it even harder to hit.

But Wei Dian felt this was just right.

Then the turntable began to rotate. Just as Steward Hu wanted to speak, Wei Dian had already started urging him unclearly.

"Throw quickly. The sooner you finish throwing, the sooner we can get down."

Wei Dian's composure made Steward Hu a little panicked. Could it be that he had really encountered the other party's specialty? Could he have a way to make the flying knives hit the target?

Liang Fang's mood also relaxed.

She picked up a flying knife, tried her best to aim, and threw the flying knife out when Wei Dian's head was facing up.

"I believe in you!"

This knife was the focus of everyone's attention. Everyone was staring at the trajectory of the flying knife, and Wei Dian also let out a loud laugh while biting the apple at the same time the flying knife was thrown.

Puchi...

The flying knife pierced into his shoulder.

Steward Hu was stunned, the demons and evil spirits present were stunned, and Wu Xian and the others didn't know what to say.

Aren't you just a living target? What's the difference between you and that woman just now? Then why are you so confident? And why the hell are you laughing!

Liang Fang stomped her feet in surprise and anger: "Didn't you tell me to believe in you? You, you, you..."

Wei Dian shook his head.

"It's okay, small injury. Continue."

Things had reached this point.

Liang Fang had no other choice but to keep throwing flying knives.

The second knife pierced into the wooden board on the turntable.

The third knife pierced into Wei Dian's cheek, opening a bleeding wound.

The fourth knife, the fifth knife...

With every knife, the malevolent entities cheered, and Wei Dian laughed along with them. His laughter even drowned out the strange laughter of the demons and evil spirits, making Wei Dian look extremely crazy.

Wu Xian, Du E, and Hu Yunkuan watched with heart-stopping fear, fearing that Wei Dian would really be stabbed to death.

Guan Daorong's mood was a bit strange.

As a serial killer, he was enjoying himself along with the other demons and evil spirits, but his rationality hoped that Wei Dian would suffer fewer injuries.

In the high-pressure environment of the Fudi.

Even a serial killer like him had never considered infighting, because the death of any one person would reduce his own survival probability.

If his identity as a serial killer hadn't been exposed at the beginning, then throughout the entire Blessed Land process, Guan Daorong would definitely have been the one who paid the most attention to the team.

The eighth knife pierced the side of Wei Dian's nose, but only left a small wound.

Liu Baoyu in the main seat gave a light 'huh'.

"Interesting. It seems the person who walked the tightrope also survived this way."

Wu Xian's gaze tightened.

He discovered that the landing point of the flying knives was getting closer and closer to the apple, while the damage to Wei Dian was getting lighter and lighter.

This was not because Liang Fang's technique had improved, but because every time Wei Dian laughed, the flying knife would abruptly change its trajectory once!

"So that's how it is. Hu Yunkuan really should thank Wei Dian."

Wu Xian clearly remembered that when Hu Yunkuan finally lost his balance, Wei Dian also laughed once.

The ninth knife fell, brushing against Wei Dian's scalp.

The tenth knife.

Poof!

The flying knife hit the apple!

Liu Baoyu took the lead in applauding, and the applause at the scene was thunderous, and the atmosphere suddenly became heated.

Liang Fang cheered with joy.

Then she hurriedly ran toward Wei Dian, wiping her tears while untying the ropes on Wei Dian's body. She had been nervous to death while throwing the flying knives.

Wei Dian's injuries were not heavy; just a wound on his cheek and a dagger stuck in his shoulder.

Compared to Guan Daorong, whose arm had been deep-fried, this could only be considered a slight injury.

Wei Dian walked off the stage.

Wu Xian nodded at him with a smile.

"I understand why you were laughing."

Wei Dian chuckled and did not respond to Wu Xian.

But a fresh breeze blowing across his face had already explained everything.

After passing the second Fudi, Wei Dian had received a joint blessing from the Marriage-Joy Master and the Wind Count, named:

【Chatting and Laughing】!

As the name suggests, as long as Wei Dian laughs, a breeze will appear.

This breeze is not powerful, but it can appear in any position and has no lethal effect on malevolent entities or humans. However, if this blessing is used flexibly, its effect is actually extremely powerful.

More importantly, the wind produced consumes nothing from Wei Dian himself, so Wei Dian laughs from time to time just to skillfully control this breeze.

He was originally a steady man, but after having this blessing, he became a madman.

Just now, he survived the turntable flying knives by relying on the ability of Chatting and Laughing.

By using the wind to change the trajectory of the knives, the flying knives that could hit the apple were pushed closer, and those that couldn't hit were pushed away from his body.

He chose to take the risk on the turntable himself for two reasons.

First, the ability of Chatting and Laughing requires concentration if one wants to perform micro-manipulation; throwing knives while controlling it at the same time definitely wouldn't work.

Second, he didn't want Liang Fang to go on the turntable.

The third program was finished.

Next, there was only the last program left.

That was the two-person program that Wu Xian and Du E were going to perform.

Pictionary!

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