Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 67 Inspiration Muse, Flesh and Blood Filling

Adrenaline is a wonderful thing; it can transform cheap fear into a more sophisticated form of excitement.

Lu Dan stood on the edge of the cliff, his heels sinking into the abyss as he listened to the echoes of the stones falling into the depths. His hands trembled.

But it wasn't out of fear, it was out of excitement.

This morbid trembling made him feel like he had a mental illness.

He couldn't remember when this feeling started. Was it in "Qing Yu Lao Lou" when he was facing a desperate situation and had a great verbal battle? Or was it in "The Uninhabited School" when all his bones were broken and he still had to fight desperately?

How ironic.

In the real world, Lu Dan is a top-notch scriptwriter who has been elevated to a pedestal.

But he felt like he had long since become a walking corpse, sitting in an ergonomic chair worth tens of thousands of yuan, but his mind was full of useless information.

"Face-jumping kill" is cliché! Multiple personality disorder is overused! Cause and effect is something even dogs wouldn't watch.

He can write the most intricate logical loops, yet he can't write even the slightest bit of fear that would make his heart race.

He felt that horror movies ultimately boil down to formulas, and all the thrills were just industrial waste produced on an assembly line.

Even he himself was merely a skilled worker who produced garbage.

A lack of inspiration is a more agonizing disease for creators than death.

Until this damn app selected him.

Look at this scene: the distorted Shuangshan Village, the man-made god, and the suffocating sense of oppression for survival.

This is what a script should be, this is what art should be.

Lu Dan's lips curled into an exaggerated smile, and he even wanted to applaud this damn film set.

It's chillingly realistic, full of unpredictable plot twists, and relentlessly malicious acts that push you to the brink of madness time and time again.

This is clearly his muse!

"Adan! Adan!"

Da Lu's roar brought Lu Dan back to reality.

The two-headed monster was closing in step by step, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The "stray dog" also lowered its body, letting out low growls.

Lu Dan forced himself to stop trembling, pulled Zhang Min, who had collapsed to the ground, to his feet, and casually tossed her behind a rock.

"You fainted at just the right time, saving me from having to hear you scream."

He turned around and snapped his fingers at Da Lu: "Brother Da Lu, your 'census' work isn't finished yet, so don't even think about skipping work."

"Yes, yes."

Da Lu gritted his teeth and pulled out several bottles and jars from his bag.

"Awooo—!"

Before the two could even get their footing, "Wild Dog" launched the first attack.

It was so fast that Lu Dan only felt a blur before his eyes, and then a stench hit him.

The rubber band had only been stretched halfway when a chill ran through my shoulder, followed by excruciating pain.

The bullets have all been fired.

A large chunk of flesh was torn off his shoulder, and the blood stained his dark blue cotton-padded jacket.

"Adan!" Da Lu cried out in alarm.

"Shut up and watch out!" Lu Dan roared, his pain being overwhelmed by the dopamine secreted by his cerebral cortex.

He glanced at the "wild dog" that was chewing on his own flesh and blood.

Pull the slingshot back and aim.

Da Lu reacted quickly, grabbing a gray ceramic jar with a skull painted on it from his bag and smashing it hard on the ground.

"Bang!"

The earthenware pot shattered, and thick white smoke instantly billowed out. The wild dog, which was preparing to launch a second charge, crashed headfirst into the smoke, its movements visibly slowing down.

opportunity!

Lu Dan loosened the rubber band without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The shot hit the "wild dog" right between the eyebrows, sending it rolling backward and howling in pain.

It rolled a few times on the ground and stopped right at the edge of the cliff, its claws gripping the edge of the rock tightly, and it even tried to get up.

Lu Dan pulled back the slingshot again, but the bullets were gone, and the magazine was empty.

But the notes on this exorcising revolver are clearly written: as long as one is willing to sacrifice flesh and blood, it will roar for itself forever.

No bullets? Well, you still have a lot of flesh and blood.

The wound on the shoulder that had just been bitten, which was bleeding, suddenly expanded, and a large chunk of flesh disappeared into thin air, revealing the stark white bone.

Lu Dan released his grip, and the flesh-and-blood bullet, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, slammed into the wild dog's raised front paw.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and pleasant; the wild dog completely lost its balance, with half of its body dangling in the air.

Da Lu, who had been waiting for an opportunity, now showed what a nimble fat man he was. He took two running steps and, using the momentum of the downhill slope, kicked the monster hard at the edge of the cliff.

"Go to hell, bite me!"

"Awooo—"

"Wild Dog" let out a mournful howl of resentment as it was kicked off the cliff, its figure rapidly shrinking until it disappeared into the misty abyss.

"Huff...huff...all done." Da Lu lay on the edge of the cliff, feeling a kind of exhausted pleasure.

"It's not time to celebrate yet, the big one is coming." Lu Dan's voice was like a bucket of ice water.

Da Lu turned around and saw that Ye Jianguo, the original version who had been watching from the sidelines, was now moving.

His distorted square face was expressionless, but the fleshy growth on his shoulder made him chuckle.

This thing gave Lu Dan a feeling that was even more terrifying than the dean of students he had encountered in the deserted school building.

To make matters worse, this time my left ankle was completely silent.

My roommate seems to have fallen into a deep sleep for some reason, and she doesn't respond no matter how I call her.

There were no cheats, no bullets, and only two players with low health.

"Let's risk it!" Da Lu scrambled back to Lu Dan's side and threw all the remaining cans from his bag out.

"Bang bang bang!"

Colorful smoke and liquid exploded on the monster.

But the monster, despite all its negative status effects, stubbornly charged forward.

"Bang!" Lu Dan fired again, this time the biceps of his left arm disappeared.

The flesh-and-blood bullet struck the monster's chest, only causing it to stagger and stop for a few seconds, without leaving even a bloody hole.

"This guy's defense is too high." Lu Dan's heart sank. How should he fight this?

Ye Jianguo had already rushed forward, and a large hand swept across.

"Get out of the way!"

Lu Dan shoved Da Lu and then rolled backward.

"boom!"

The rock where they had been standing was smashed to pieces with a single slap.

Although they escaped a fatal blow, their faces were covered in blood from the flying debris.

Although Da Lu was in a sorry state, he had not given up hope. He kept throwing away the last can while encouraging himself.

Lu Dan is in a terrible state right now; every time he pulls the trigger, it feels like he's being slowly tortured to death.

He had lost several pieces of flesh from his body, and the excessive blood loss caused his vision to blur. The slingshot in his hand felt incredibly heavy, and he even had to keep an eye on Zhang Min, who had fainted behind him.

The activity space was compressed to its limit.

"Snapped!"

The monster's other hand lashed out, and this time Lu Dan didn't dodge completely. He was hit by the palm wind and flew sideways, crashing heavily into the stone wall.

"Cough cough—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

He leaned against the stone wall, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

Looking at Da Lu, who was also in a precarious situation not far away, and then at the original Ye Jianguo, who was still full of energy.

Is this really a dead end?

Lu Dan looked down at the blood-stained slingshot in his hand.

"It's not over yet."

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, yet strangely bright. As long as his mind was still sharp, as long as his heart was still beating, this play had to continue.

Lu Dan struggled to stand up, but his legs gave way and he knelt down again. His body was exhausted to the limit, and no matter how strong his will was, his mortal body was about to give way.

The monster turned its two heads toward Lu Dan at the same time, its four eyes revealing cruelty, and walked over step by step with heavy steps.

"It's over."

Da Lu's hands were empty; he didn't have a single prop.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Boom!"

The entire mountain suddenly shook violently.

Above the cliff face, which was originally a dead end, thick clouds and mist churned like boiling water.

A dark figure descended from the sky with a roar.

"Extremely bad elements should be dealt with with swift and decisive action!"

A man wearing a tattered leather jacket and red and black boxing gloves crashed down from the clouds like a meteorite, heading straight for the two-headed monster's head.

Behind him, a short-haired woman lay unconscious...