purgatory artist

Chapter 67 Playing a Card
"Liu Ping, what exactly do you want?" Old K couldn't help but ask.

On the fence, the man stood up and patted the ashes on his body, and said, "I just said, we only need to chat, and I will surrender when the time is up."

"Yes, you said it." Qi Lu said in a deep voice.

The man slowly climbed down from the fence, and walked towards the three of them with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"do not come!"

Alger yelled and erected his big shield.

Old K also raised his gun.

The man stood helplessly on the spot, stretched out his hand to separate a few flowers from the flowers, thought for a while, and separated a few more.

He held up the flowers and said seriously:
"I want to send you some flowers as an apology."

"—After all, I lied to you when I said surrender."

The voice did not fall.

Those few flowers suddenly turned into flying lines of fire, pierced through the air, and hit Alger's big shield directly.

Blossoming fireworks exploded on the street, like a grand fireworks show, illuminating the dark night sky.

A few scattered fireworks hit the surrounding walls and streets, and immediately exploded small potholes.

——Magic Flame!
At this moment, whether it was Old K, Qi Lu, or Argel, they were all enveloped by the grand fireworks, so that they couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly.

"Be careful." Someone shouted.

"Of course!" Old K, Qi Lu and Alger responded at the same time.

Before the words fell, they suddenly realized that something was wrong.

But it was too late.

one hand.

A hand stretched out from behind, and carefully inserted the flowers into the gap of Qi Lu's steel helmet.

boom!
A ball of bright flames erupted from the steel helmet, and Qi Lu's entire body was shaken by it.

He fell straight to the ground.

"Damn liar!"

Old K roared angrily and raised his gun, without looking back, he said, "Alger, cover me and kill him!"

Alger didn't reply.

Old K turned his head and saw that Alger's mouth was stuffed with flowers, and he didn't dare to move when he stood there.

that person.

The man with a smile on his face stood beside Alger, holding his shoulders, and said happily: "Old K, I remember you gave me a pistol, and now I have something for you, please look around you. "

Old K looked at him warily, while looking around from the corner of his eye.

I saw flowers arranged in a circle on the ground around him.

"You are surrounded, old K." The man laughed.

"Damn it, Liu Ping, you—"

"Hush! Don't move. If you move, these flowers will explode, just like they did just now."

The man stepped back step by step.

Alger and Old K didn't dare to move.

Seeing this, the man turned around reassuringly and walked towards the bar.

"Your fighting skills are really poor, you should just stand where you are."

He said without looking back.

Old K's eyes twitched, he slowly raised the machine gun in his hand, and was about to aim at the man, but saw a flower sticking out of the black barrel.

"Liu Ping!"

Old K suddenly shouted loudly.

The man stopped.

"You think you've won by trapping us like this? The bartender boss will deal with you properly!" Old K said.

The man was silent for a while, then laughed out loud, and raised his wrist to look at the time.

"Ah, it's time."

across the street.

The flowers in Alger's mouth, the flowers surrounding Old K on the ground, and the branch of flowers in the gun barrel lit up at the same time.

--boom! ! !

The gorgeous fireworks soared into the sky, making a deafening explosion.

In the void, rows of small burning characters quickly appeared:
"The Flower Blessing was placed for more than 20 seconds."

"time up."

"All the flowers start to explode!"

——After ordinary flowers became exclusive props for clowns, they turned into magic bombs that could not be placed for a long time!

The wind blows.

The man stroked his hair and said softly:
"Trapping you? No, I lied to you just now."

The flames soaring into the sky reflected the figure of the man.

He stomped his feet, raised his head and let out a mocking laugh.

Lines of burning small characters appeared in front of his eyes:
"You caused an incident."

"You showed your joy and pleasure by stomping and laughing."

"Next, the cards you draw will be transformed into clown exclusive props."

The man stopped laughing abruptly.

"Naive guys."

He looked back and walked towards the end of the street.

bar.

He sat down across from the bartender.

"Back in Dark Fog Town, when you resurrected everyone, I wondered why everyone had a spare card, but I didn't—I thought I was a newcomer, so I hadn't received the resurrection treatment." He said.

"Understood now? Because you are not my card." The bartender said.

"Yes, now I know this, but how can a person become one's own slave - bah, I was wrong, it is to become one's own card." He asked.

"First of all, the other party must be willing, and then you have to pass a test like this, and finally you have to let the gods send you a card specially used to enslave others-the gods are proficient in the method of slavery." The bartender said.

"I see."

As he spoke, he looked into the void.

Lines of burning small characters emerged:
"You have learned the secret of turning sentient beings into cards."

"Your role has increased."

"Current scene: 6/10."

Then there was a noise on the wall.

Tick.

Tick.

Ding!
The clock ticked off by 1 minute.

The bartender immediately reached out and drew a card.

I saw a large off-road truck painted on the card, which was full of various supplies.

"This car...is prepared for fleeing to the wilderness in the future, but unfortunately..."

The bartender sighed, put the card aside, and stared at the person opposite.

"Is that the Joker card? It's an extremely unpopular card, and no one has ever picked it."

"why?"

"Because every card master is an existence detached from all living beings, noble and dignified, and will never pretend to be a clown for fun."

The man grinned: "Dignity? You seem to have forgotten what kind of era this is, and you have forgotten that you are already the slave of the Goddess of Pain."

"I did fail," the bartender said, "What about you? Liu Ping, do you think you can escape the control of those gods?"

"Escape?" The man showed surprise.

The bartender shook his head and said, "Stop pretending, the card master is the only chance to be free."

"You reminded me, I forgot to draw cards just now."

The man reached out and pulled out a card from the void, but covered it with his hands not to read it.

He just stared at the bartender and said softly, "You're totally mistaken, bartender."

"Where did I go wrong?" the bartender asked.

"You think too highly of yourself and of me. In fact, in the torrent of the times, you and I are just tiny ants, and there is nowhere to escape."

The bartender was silent for a while, and said: "This damn era... If we can't even escape, then what room do we have to struggle?"

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "Your mind is completely confused, bartender. In fact, this is an era of slavery and being enslaved. Being a good person will not end well—"

He leaned forward, put his mouth next to the bartender's ear, and said softly: "So, we want to let those gods taste what it's like to be enslaved."

The bartender suddenly opened his eyes wide with an expression of disbelief.

Tick.

Tick.

Ding!
1 minutes to arrive!
The bartender came back to his senses and drew another card.

The man also drew out a card and placed it upside down on the table.

The bartender suddenly laughed and showed the card in front of the other party.

I saw a tombstone drawn on the card, and a holy light fell from the sky, shining on the tombstone.

"Liu Ping, this is my strongest resurrection card. It can revive the three people who died in battle just now - you are about to lose." The bartender said.

The man tapped the two upside-down cards with his fingers, and whispered softly: "I still have two cards to open, but I don't want to play with you anymore. I have a little suggestion."

"What?" the bartender asked.

"Actually, there is no god presiding over this trial—the gods are busy fighting with each other, and they don't care about us little shrimps. Why don't you let me win? I will reward you."

"It doesn't make sense. I'm already a slave to the Goddess of Pain. Everything you give me belongs to her." The bartender shook his head.

"But what if I buy you from her with a large sum of money?" the man asked.

The bartender paused for a while before saying:
"Just you?"

The man pointed to the two cards on the table and said: "No one knows my cards, you, me, the gods, everyone doesn't know, so I have infinite possibilities in me, and you—"

He pointed to the resurrection card in the bartender's hand again, and laughed:
"Homeland? With such a name for the deck, the gods will know what you are thinking directly, and it is too easy to deal with you."

"What's your deck name?" the bartender asked.

The man puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Happy!"

"Happiness... Aren't clowns pleasing all living beings?"

"I am also a sentient being."

The man held down two cards, stared at the bartender and said, "You have the courage to build a home, why don't you have the courage to release water on me?"

"But why don't you think of a way to beat me?" the bartender asked.

"Because you have to prove that you are willing to fight against the gods first, so that it is worth my money to buy you. This is more important than killing you once." The man said humanely.

The bartender fell silent.

Tick.

Tick.

Ding!
Another 1 minutes!

The bartender held out his hand to draw a card.

The man said softly, "Do you want to be a slave to the Goddess of Pain forever, or give yourself a glimmer of hope that you will be rescued by me in the future—you need to make a decision."

The bartender's hands froze.

The man drew a card, but still didn't look at it, and put it on the table.

He stared at the bartender.

The bartender lowered his head, thinking quietly.

Time passed slowly.

The clock on the wall jingled again.

The man drew a card again and put it on the table.

— Now he has four unknown cards.

"Hurry up, although men can't be faster, don't be too impatient." The man crossed his legs and said casually.

The bartender sighed, put down the card in his hand and said, "Kill me."

The man laughed and turned a card from the table.

I saw a crooked cane drawn on that card.

Bang!
The card turned into a crutch and fell into the man's hand.

In the void, a line of small burning characters appeared in front of his eyes:

"This card has been transformed into a clown exclusive prop."

The man pulled hard and pulled out a thin sword from the crutch.

He stood up, held the sword in one hand, and reached out to shake the bartender with the other.

"You are welcome to join me. Sooner or later, I will buy you from the goddess and let you live like a human being again." He said seriously.

"I hope so—but what should I call you? Liupin? Or the clown?" the bartender said.

"It's fine. When I dress like this, you can call me a clown. Calling Liu Ping will ruin the atmosphere."

The man smiled, and stabbed out with the rapier in his hand!

bang——

The moment the bartender hit the sword, his whole body turned into a card.

I saw that this card was surrounded by lines of iron chains, as if declaring his status as a slave.

The void split open, the card flew in and disappeared.

The entire Dark Fog Town returned to dead silence.

——The trial is over.

The man sat down in front of the bar again and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Like a drowning man, desperately trying to grab the last straw..."

"Tsk, I don't know if the gods will do the same. It's really exciting."

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

(End of this chapter)