Chapter 69 Circus 2 The life-and-death battle between An Rao and Bai Chuan begins...

The atmosphere became lively again. The ghosts rushed to the gray rabbits with white human-shaped paper pieces in their hands. The gray rabbits took out paper and pen to write something while putting the white paper figures handed over by the ghosts into the big pocket in front of their aprons.

"Ah!" Shi Yirou exclaimed, "They are placing bets!"

"Bet?"

"Yes!" Shi Yirou pointed at a goblin that looked like a slime in the audience area closest to them and said, "Look at that one, I've encountered it before! It has ten white paper figures in its hand, ten people. We are ten players in its game!"

"So they are betting on the number of people who can enter the amusement projects at their level. If they win, they can recruit more people to join their game," An Rao suddenly realized, "No wonder!"

No wonder the pirate rabbit only counted 32 players entering the pirate ship when there were so many empty seats. No wonder the haunted house, which has almost no limit on the number of people in ordinary amusement parks, only allows eleven people to enter. That's why!

An Rao noticed a "person" who was very eye-catching among a bunch of ghosts with very casual looks. He was a tall gentleman, tall and thin, wearing an exquisite black velvet suit, and the collar of his white shirt was decorated with intricate and exquisite lace. He was leaning on a purely decorative cane with all kinds of gem rings on his hands. His silver-white semi-long curly hair without a trace of color was tied behind his head with a black velvet headband. His face was half covered by a hollow carved gold mask, revealing a sculpture-like tall nose bridge, thin lips and delicate chin. From the outside, there was no gentleman more like a gentleman than him!

"The more human-like a monster is, the scarier it is." Bai Chuan walked to An Rao's side at some point and said in a cold voice while staring at the white-haired gentleman.

An Rao: ...

The two of them watched quietly as the gentleman lined up quietly, then elegantly handed the gray rabbit seven white paper figurines, said a few words, and finally bowed very gentlemanly and left.

An Rao: ...

Bai Chuan:......

"Beep--" the horn sounded again, and a blood-red "5:00" appeared on the countdown timer in the air. The game began!

The two players who had collapsed to the ground with fear before now seemed to be injected with adrenaline and fought bravely. Five minutes may not be a long time, but it was very long for the players who were fighting for their lives on the stage. With the dull thud of fists hitting flesh and screams of pain, the pure white stage was soon covered with blood spots.

"Plop." The player with blond hair and tattooed arms fell to the ground and slumped in the middle of the stage, twitching constantly.

The White Rabbit Gentleman jumped onto the stage again, squatted beside the blond player with flower arms and muttered something, which was very similar to the countdown in a boxing match in the real world. Finally, the White Rabbit Gentleman stood up, turned and walked towards the winning black-haired player, raised his hand high, and the applause, cheers and whistles sounded again.

An Rao knew that these cheers were not only to celebrate the players' victory, but also because of the joy of winning the bet, whether it was betting on horses, dogs, cars, or boxing, but here, it was a one-way bet. An Rao looked at the losing blond-haired player with tattoos being dragged off the stage, leaving a glaring red bloodstain on the pure white stage. An Rao was attacked by an inexplicable feeling of nausea, which made him uncomfortably hold the iron railing and retch again.

The stage lights went out again, and then the iron gate of the cage was opened, and the black-haired player who won was pushed in. Although he won the game, he seemed to have lost his soul. Under the silent gaze of everyone, he walked to an empty corner of the cage like a zombie, sat down dejectedly, and then curled himself up tightly with his head buried in his knees. His shoulders began to tremble violently and he cried.

An Rao looked at Bai Chuan for a while, and asked the same question he had asked before: "Where are the losers? Why didn't the losers come back?"

Baichuan lowered his eyes and looked at An Rao. The handsome young man who had always had a lively expression even in the most terrifying haunted house now looked ashen. The fact that humans were used as entertainment animals in the circus had a huge impact on him. His beautiful eyes, which were originally like those of a little deer, were red due to dry heaving, and filled with physiological tears. The expression in his eyes was desperate and crazy.

Bai Chuan looked at An Rao, who was holding his arm and staring at him almost neurotically. He was so smart, so confident, and so capable, but at this moment he didn't dare to believe the truth in his heart. He just asked himself neurotically over and over again: "Where is the loser? Where did he go? Where did he go!"

Where did he go.

Baichuan looked up at the goblin audience area. The gray bunny girls once again walked into the audience area gracefully, carrying silver plates filled with food. Some goblins were rummaging through the plates. An arm was pushed to the edge of the silver plate in disgust. The hand, which had just been cut and still had shiny skin, dropped down, revealing a large, familiar tattoo that he had just seen on the stage.

And in the previous round, even though they only saw the last minute of the game, the player with flaming red hair who barely won was still very impressive. But soon, the head with flaming red hair was bitten in the mouth of a ghost, making a crunching sound.

The red ball represents the winner, and the blue ball represents the loser. Not only the loser will be eaten, but also the winner. Who gets eaten depends entirely on the color of the ball shaken by the White Rabbit Gentleman before the game starts.

It is like in a restaurant where diners use their own scoops to catch fish. It is not the biggest fish that gets eaten nor the slowest one that gets eaten. Instead, which fish gets eaten depends entirely on the luck of the diners who have no idea how to catch fish.

"Bang." The iron gate was opened, and the gray rabbit came to pick someone again.

Now, the players in the cages were either beaten to a pulp and had difficulty moving, or were crying and shitting and pissing. The gray rabbit soon set its sights on An Rao, who had all four limbs intact and was clean and fair.

"Boss!" Before Su Ming could finish his scream, Shi Yirou immediately covered his mouth.

One of the gray rabbits held An Rao firmly in its hand, while the other gray rabbit began to search around aimlessly for a player who looked similar to An Rao. However, An Rao was tall and thin, and men who looked similar to him were not in the majority, not to mention that the mental state of most of the players in the cage could not be compared with his.

Kashiwa took a step forward.

"Baichuan!" An Rao shouted in a low voice, "No!"

"Don't worry," Baichuan took the initiative to extend his hand to the gray rabbit, "I will let us all survive."

No one would ever volunteer to fight, and Baichuan's initiative greatly reduced the gray rabbits' workload. They gladly accepted this kindness and tied up Baichuan tightly as they wished.

"Later on the stage, you must attack me with all your might, and I will also try my best to hit you, but remember, we can only end up in a draw." When the two were tied up and sent to the stage together, Baichuan found an opportunity to whisper in An Rao's ear.

It can only be a draw. An Rao walked in the dark underground passage, his mind as if it were electrified, and he instantly understood Bai Chuan's intention.

"Beep--" This time the blue ball came out again. An Rao and Bai Chuan looked calmly at the huge blue ball on the ceiling that represented fate. No one spoke in the quiet waiting area, neither the Gray Rabbit nor the two of them, they were all silent.

A Gray Rabbit staff member came over, grabbed the wrists of both of them in turn, lifted their sleeves and took a look, then retreated silently.

"Hualala--" the iron door leading to the stage was opened, and An Rao and Baichuan were brought onto the stage, standing on either side of the white rabbit in the black swallowtail coat.

The elegant White Rabbit gentleman first raised An Rao's hand on his left, and loudly recited An Rao's "great achievements". But strangely, An Rao did not see the Duchess of Newcastle or Captain Pais, nor did Fatty Dongdong, and even Zheng Baodi who had just been killed did not show up. Then he raised Bai Chuan's hand again and talked a lot.

Thinking that their resumes are almost identical, and with all kinds of ghosts lurking around and their lives hanging by a thread, An Rao suddenly felt a little funny. Faced with two actors with exactly the same resumes, how should the audience bet? Will it be difficult to choose?

But what surprised him was that when the White Rabbit Gentleman finished reading Baichuan's resume, the whole audience burst into the warmest and most sustained cheers since they arrived here!

An Rao: ...

It seems that the monsters' minds are really hard to figure out...

It was time for betting again. An Rao stood on the stage. The lights on the stage were blindingly bright. He saw the monsters commenting on him and Bai Chuan. Their scrutinizing, inquiring, and greedy eyes fell on the two of them. An Rao felt like a live chicken in the vegetable market, being picked and chosen by people.

But it doesn't matter. Here, the dignity and decency of being a human being are no longer worth mentioning. The most important thing is to survive. What An Rao most hopes for at this moment is to have a good fight with Baichuan.

"Beep--" The betting is over, the blood-red five-minute countdown lights up, and the life-and-death battle between An Rao and Bai Chuan begins.

"Ah--" An Rao first swung his fist at Bai Chuan's face, but Bai Chuan dodged it nimbly. An Rao was caught off guard and the punch missed. He staggered forward several steps. Before An Rao could stand firm, he heard the sound of wind coming from behind his head. Bai Chuan's fist followed closely, and An Rao was hit on the back instantly, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

The solid floor made An Rao feel like his internal organs were about to shatter, but he didn't feel much when he was hit on the back by the fist. Bai Chuan said he would hit him with all his strength, but he still held back the moment the fist landed on him.

Hearing the bursts of cheers in various strange accents coming from outside the stadium, An Rao quickly climbed up, bent down and rushed towards Baichuan with all his strength. This move was very clumsy, of course Baichuan dodged it without surprise, and there was an immediate booing from outside the stadium. However, An Rao stretched out his leg the moment Baichuan moved to avoid it, and with a slight kick, he made the tall Baichuan lose his balance and fall heavily to the ground.

This reversal happened so fast that after a moment of silence the audience erupted into thunderous applause. An Rao didn't even give Baichuan time to get up from the ground. He rushed over and sat on Baichuan, punching him one after another. The punches were heavy and fast. Some were light but most of them were real heavy punches. Baichuan must be injured and must bleed. They must all be dying. If Baichuan can't bear to do it, then he will do it!