Chapter 104: The Abnormal Concert kicked him in the face and forced him to stop...
“Look at them, look at these great works of art!”
Mr. Bo was behind all the corpses, and his voice became louder as he watched Cecia being besieged.
"It's all thanks to you players. I absorbed your energy and turned it into sufficient nutrients, which allowed me to do things that I couldn't do in reality."
While the other party was talking nonstop, Cecia dealt with the corpses like cutting vegetables, with a knife and an axe, one at a time.
Even if embalming is done, a corpse that has been left for too long will make a noise even when moved, let alone in combat; it will basically break at the slightest touch.
Although they looked numerous, they were indeed vulnerable - she didn't even need to use the axe, one punch could smash their bodies.
Faced with the successive destruction of his collections, Mr. Bo was not heartbroken at all. He still stayed in a safe place and delivered his long speeches.
"…In this room, I am the only one with self-awareness, so all the legacy of failed players over the years has been inherited by me, which is why I can complete so many collections."
"Now, all that's missing is Ms. Wen."
It seemed that it had been too long since he met a player with whom he could communicate. His eyes lit up and he spoke eloquently.
"I am very interested in her, but even if I let her become my collection, she will be resurrected immediately when new players come in. She can't stay quietly in my collection room forever."
Having said that, he frowned, looked up at Cecia, and quickly relaxed his brows.
"But you are different!"
"As long as you can stay, I will let you be my assistant - even if the copy is repeated thousands of times, you will still stay in the collection room and help me take care of everything..."
What a nice thought.
Cecia cursed inwardly and increased the speed of her chopping, with her target clearly aimed at Mr. Bo himself.
There was a cold light flashing in her eyes, as if to split all obstacles in half.
Seeing that she was destroying more and more collections and was about to kill the owner, Mr. Bo just whistled softly and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Miraculously, the fragments of the body under his feet trembled, as if pulled by an invisible force, and gradually pieced together and returned to their original state.
This time, they did not pounce on Cecia like hungry wolves again. Instead, they stood in unison, each picked up the instrument in their hands, and began an unprecedented performance.
Squeak—Gurgle—
The harsh notes were like a sharp blade, cutting through the tranquility of the entire underground space.
The enclosed environment made it impossible for the sound to escape, so it could only drill into Cecilia's ears madly, making her head buzz.
Damn, he was waiting here!
She clenched her teeth and her face was twisted in pain.
The abnormal concert continues.
Under the piercing attack of the devil's sound, Cecia found it difficult to even stay standing. Her body was shaky and she could only barely hold on to the wall beside her and stagger forward step by step.
“…”
Sensing that the situation was not good, the teddy bear crawled out of the pocket. Its eyes were full of worry, and its mouth opened and closed, as if it was desperately saying something.
Unfortunately, the sound of the instruments is too noisy.
Hundreds of musical instruments were playing at the same time. Even the most pleasant melody turned into a deafening noise, completely drowning out the teddy bear's voice.
The little guy's expression became more anxious, and his arms began to wave, as if to remind her.
But she couldn't hear a word.
Cecia put away the axe and covered her ears with her hands, trying to block out the pervasive sounds, but they penetrated through her fingers and struck deep into her soul.
Despite such an attack, the teddy bear never showed any discomfort.
Although I don’t know the reason, the little guy is not affected...so there is still a chance.
Affected by the noise, her thoughts began to become confused and intermittent, as if she was entangled by several silk threads and unable to break free.
She only felt a sweetness in her throat and her mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
Now, we can only entrust it to the little bear.
Supporting her confused consciousness, Cecilia took out the last balloon and handed it to the teddy bear with difficulty.
After taking the balloon, the teddy bear's balloon quickly shrank until it became the size it was.
"You can amplify the weight of a specified item to the cube of its original weight, but it can only be used once and lasts for a maximum of fifteen minutes. (E)"
Seeing the ability on the note, the little guy instantly understood what Cecilia meant.
It straightened its body excitedly, and patted its round chest hard with its two short front paws, as if saying: Leave it to me!
Perhaps seeing that she had no ability to resist, Mr. Bo thought he had won and walked through the corpses, gradually approaching Cecilia.
Seeing this, the teddy bear secretly hid in the golden hair.
In such a harsh environment, Mr. Bo did not take any protective measures, but was as unaffected as a teddy bear.
It was as if only Cecia could hear these voices.
Walking in front of her, Mr. Bo squatted down and mouthed in an almost pitiful manner: "Give up, it's not too late now."
She propped herself up with all her strength, a fierce light flashing in her eyes, like a wounded jackal waiting for the last opportunity.
"Why bother?"
He narrowed his eyes and raised his right hand. "If you are killed, you might also lose your self-awareness... then it won't be fun."
Mr. Bo whispered softly, reaching out his hand to touch her face——
"Get lost!"
At the critical moment, the teddy bear suddenly jumped out and hit Mr. Bo hard like a cannonball ready to go.
The weight of a teddy bear is about 50 grams. With the power of the balloon, it is now enlarged to 250 kilograms, which is comparable to the weight of two adults.
There was a loud "bang" and Mr. Bo's shoulder was like being hit by a huge hammer. The bones shattered instantly and he staggered back with the force. His shoulder was sunken as if a layer of it had been cut off.
Seeing how powerful it was, the teddy bear was eager to try and use the other person's body as a trampoline. However, with the current weight, it only needed two more jumps and Mr. Bo would be dead.
Noticing the excitement in the little guy's eyes, Cecilia ignored her dizzy brain, bit off the tip of her tongue, and managed to make a sound.
"...Wait, wait, don't kill him!"
The noisy sound of musical instruments had not yet disappeared, and her voice was soon drowned out by the noise, but the teddy bear could no longer hold back and aimed directly at the opponent's right leg.
So annoying!
When this is over, she will smash these damn musical instruments to pieces!
Cecilia endured the severe pain in her head, took out an axe from her backpack, and smashed it against the metal wall with all her strength.
Bang!
The piercing sound of metal colliding instantly covered up the sound of all other instruments and successfully attracted the attention of the teddy bear.
"Xia!Xia what's wrong with you?"
The teddy bear left Mr. Bo behind and quickly ran to Cecilia. It wanted to jump onto her shoulder, but when it thought of its own weight, it stopped abruptly.
"Don't kill him."
Cecilia lip-synced, and her already swollen and aching brain felt like it was being pricked by needles, causing her to want to bang her head against the wall in pain.
"I know! Xia, wait a minute!"
Although he didn't know her specific intentions, the teddy bear unconditionally obeyed Cecilia's ideas.
Watching Mr. Bo crawling twistedly on the ground, it carefully avoided the opponent's internal organs, jumping and dancing on his limbs until it crushed him into a thin piece, turning Mr. Bo into a real "Mr. Bo".
Mr. Bo was unable to move, and the corpse's performance had no effect on him.
The little creature took to the world like a duck to water, weaving among the corpses, slamming into each other like a bouncy ball, destroying a precious instrument every time it landed.
Without the musical instrument, the corpse would just stand there, unable to make any sound.
"Stop! Stop smashing it!"
Seeing this scene, Mr. Bo's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
With his blessing, no matter what pieces the body is broken into, it can be restored, but musical instruments are unique, and if one is smashed, there will be one less.
Destroying his masterpiece in front of him is arguably more painful than killing him.
"Stop, please stop!"
Unfortunately, his voice was also covered by the sound of musical instruments.
Seeing that all the instruments were about to be destroyed, Mr. Bo blew a strange whistle.
The whistle seemed to have some kind of magic power, causing the corpses to stop moving instantly. Their bodies stiffened, and the instruments in their hands slowly fell down and obediently returned to the broken display cabinet.
The noise and chaos disappeared at this moment.
Although Cecia's dizziness had not completely dissipated, it was no longer as unbearable as before. Her body gradually regained consciousness, as if she was slowly waking up from a nightmare.
The teddy bear stared at her with its round eyes and instinctively crawled to her side.
"Thea, are you feeling better?"
The little guy asked worriedly.
"It's basically okay. Thank you for your hard work."
Cecilia rubbed the teddy bear's head, she stood up and walked to Mr. Bo.
His limbs became as thin as paper, and he barely maintained his human form, barely surviving. If the other person was an ordinary person, he would not be alive now.
"It was my mistake. I admit defeat."
Mr. Bo sighed, looking much older, "I didn't expect that there would be a third player besides you and that coward."
As he said this, he gave the teddy bear a meaningful look.
"When the room opened, I only sensed the presence of two players, it..."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Cecia kicked him in the face, forcing him to stop talking next.
"I'm sparing you life for now, not to listen to you say these things."
Dirt was kicked into Mr. Bo's mouth and he coughed violently. His limbs were disabled and his collection was destroyed. He had no ability to resist and was like a fish at the mercy of others.
"No more, no more..."
He repeated in a low voice, his eyes full of loneliness and reluctance.
Cecilia glanced at the teddy bear inconspicuously, and seeing that it didn't take it seriously, she continued to ask.
"You just said that you have memories before you became an NPC?"
She placed the sole of her shoe against his chin and looked down at Mr. Bo.
"Yes."
Mr. Bo smiled weakly, with a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.
"At the beginning, I was also confused and no different from other NPCs. But one time, I suddenly heard the voice of the system."
"When the mechanical voice mentioned players and copies, I realized that this room has been looping. They and I exist for the players."
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