Bubbles of blood burst out of Su Xiaoxiao’s lips. The broken ribs made it hard for her to breathe.
Chen Ran was excited. He didn’t want to miss out on anything as he leaned close to Su Xiaoxiao. He licked his lips. “Miss Su, why don’t you guess what I’m going to do to you next?” He swallowed happily as his grin widened. The joy in his eyes couldn’t be suppressed, but he still said calmly, “I’ll first chop off one of your arms and toss it onto the stone plate. It’ll be wonderful if I can get what I want, but if not…” He paused, “We still have the other arm and two legs.” Chen Ran smiled to reveal his perfect teeth, “Of course, I believe Miss Su’s luck wouldn’t be so bad that we’ll have to use your entire body. What do you think, Miss Su?”
Chen Ran didn’t like to kill in the nightmare because it’d trigger the karmic rules. He merely loved to torture. The way people pleaded for mercy always made his heart move. This was because only at such moments would these people understand the preciousness of life. He would even be kind enough to throw his dying teammates into the door back to the real world.
His goal was not to torture people. In fact, the torture was a method to reach his true purpose… Corrections!
Certain people were too weak. They came to the nightmare realm, encountered some anomalies and already started to cry and demand to go home. They were unwilling to take any risk. There were too many despicable characters who waited to enjoy the results. They became the slaves of fear. If the team encountered a big problem, some of them might even be scared that they’d choose suicide.
Whenever Chen Ran encountered people like that, he’d detain them and then slowly torture them. He’d first slice open their blood vessels and have them watch their fresh blood leak out of their wrists. Their blood would eventually dye the plants and ground around them…
Chen Ran didn’t get it. Whenever this happened, those people who cried about wanting to die would beg him not to kill them.
What a bunch of hypocrites.
They showed no respect for life at all. Of course, he’d satisfy them in the end. However, before he dragged them to the iron door, they would have to suffer first. Chen Ran’s habit was to cut off their four limbs. This made it easier to transport them.
He didn’t mind people calling him crazy because the term was not negative. This was merely a concept of perception. Crazy meant not being understood by the world. Just like Beethoven, Van Gogh and Nietzsche…
They were called crazy because the world couldn’t understand them. However, time was great because time would slowly uncover the truth.
After Beethoven used The Tempest to counter Bach, the world of music had a categorical change.
Van Gogh created those blood-pumping hues of blue after he lost his ear.
Chen Ran’s eyes flowed with admiration.
Arrogant and stubborn, the ideal of pessimism was Nietzsche’s label.
In Chen Ran’s eyes, his flirtatious relationship with Salome, his falling-out with Wagner and his end at an asylum… did nothing to blot out the brilliance of his grand statement at humanity, “God is dead.”
The lonely didn’t stay alone because they wanted to but because they couldn’t find their kin.
Chen Ran laughed as tears fell down his eyes.
Nietzsche’s tragedy happened to him. Nietzsche failed to find what he was looking for, but… he did.
“Miss Su,” Chen Ran looked up at the sky, “It’s getting late. If there’s nothing else you wish to say, we’ll have to…”
Su Xiaoxiao moved slightly. Chen Ran looked at her with interest. She clearly reacted to what he said. Did she have something to tell him…
“My little brother…” Su Xiaoxiao’s sentence was cut off by the cough. Some of the blood splattered on Chen Ran. Neither of them minded it. She said with difficulty, “Is he…”
“Miss Su, please don’t worry.” Chen Ran interrupted her. He leaned to her ear and whispered, “Your brother is mostly likely dead. Even if he’s not, he will be when I go back there.”
Hearing that, Su Xiaoxiao coughed out more blood. Her breathing made her sound like a leaking fan.
Chen Ran was satisfied with her reaction. Chen Ran had decided to keep her alive. After all, it was rare to encounter such an interesting person. He anticipated their next meeting. Perhaps… after she lost her little brother as a burden, she’d become even more interesting.
“Miss Su, please straighten your right arm,” Chen Ran picked up a random lance around the grave. He tried its sharpness. “The weapons here are not that great, so please cooperate with me. It’ll be better for both of us.”
Chen Ran was looking for an angle to cut into Su Xiaoxiao when he heard a grating sound. He put away the lance and looked down at the dying Su Xiaoxiao. Even though it was soft and obstructed by the flood of blood, he could hear it clearly.
Even though she was about to be dismembered and killed, this woman was still laughing.
“Even if you can kill me, you can’t win him,” Su Xiaoxiao croaked.
“Who?” Chen Ran raised his brow, “Do you mean that Hao Shuai?”
“Do you… really think I trusted you?” Su Xiaoxiao laughed harder. Her whole body trembled from pain due to the laughter, “Why don’t you guess why we haven’t seen them yet?”
Chen Ran put away the weapon. His eyes that looked at Su Xiaoxiao darkened. “It looks like I’m not the only person Miss Su has chosen to cooperate with.”