Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1114 Disaster, Howling Undercurrent

Although based on the bone structure and the opinions given by Lao Zheng himself when he was pinching Schreiber's face, Lin Yu probably knew what Lao Zheng looked like.

However, when his "physical body" was really created again, Lin Yu still quickly scanned it.

"His aura is even more gloomy than I expected. Those dark circles under his eyes and his pale face, like it's been painted... This guy is so talkative and has such a strong desire to pry, but why does he look like a nerd who would stay in his room with the curtains closed and never go out during the holidays?"

"Aside from a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, he doesn't look like a psychiatrist at all."

The reason why Lin Yu can now leisurely appreciate and even complain about Lao Zheng's appearance is...

Of course, it was because the fluoxetine in front of him had completely attracted Lao Zheng.

"I'm curious, Mr. President, how did you manage to come back to life? Was it that 'director' over there who did it?"

Fluoxetine asked curiously.

Lao Zheng's response was also very timely: "You still like asking questions, fluoxetine...but I have no comment this time."

The two spoke in the same tone as old friends reuniting and reminiscing about the past—that is, if you ignored the noisy background noise.

Behind Fluoxetine, more than ten guns were pouring bullets, and one person was trying to create a feeling of firepower coverage and suppression.

Old Zheng awkwardly erected a "mental shield" in the small space - the only thing he could lament about now was that Lin Yu still had some conscience and gave him the [Mind Transformation Ceremony].

So Lao Zheng can now use the [spiritual matter] stored inside to temporarily block this terrifying rain of bullets.

At the same time, Fluoxetine himself had jumped up from Lin Yu and was chasing Lao Zheng with an axe.

Although Lao Zheng could not catch up with Fluoxetine in terms of speed, he could always use his mental power at the critical moment to make Fluoxetine dazed for a moment and then escape as quickly as possible.

However... Lin Yu knew from Lao Zheng's increasingly anxious expression that the other party couldn't delay for too long.

After all, Fluoxetine had killed him once before it reached the "third level". Now Fluoxetine is even stronger than it was then, but Lao Zheng has become a blank slate with no [props] and only mental power.

As one side gained strength while the other lost strength, it was a good thing that this guy was killed instantly by fluoxetine without a single fight!

But the good news is...

Lin Yu didn't intend to let Lao Zheng use hard power to hold back Fluoxetine at the beginning.

After observing and studying Fluoxetine for so long, although this mysterious girl left very little information and her eccentric personality was difficult to understand, Lin Yu still summarized some of her behavioral patterns.

Just like now...

Although he said he wanted to kill Lao Zheng again, the first-generation president, who he had killed with his own hands and thought was dead, or at least could only linger on in an incomplete form in Kirishima, reappeared intact...

How could Fluoxetine be willing to kill him immediately?

She must be full of curiosity!

And now, Lao Zheng's special life form is indeed worth studying.

Soon, Fluoxetine discovered that Lao Zheng did not use any other [props] except [spiritual matter].

"Sure enough, the body is intact, but the 'player' identity is gone," Fluoxetine said in surprise. "Oh... it's not 'resurrection'."

The hatchet struck a metal pipe, severing it crisply like a chocolate bar.

Old Zheng squatted down calmly to avoid the blow that almost chopped off his newly acquired head. Several strands of his hair were wiped off, and he spoke again.

"Of course it's not a resurrection. Don't you know how cleanly and efficiently you did it yourself?"

Fluoxetine laughed: "That's true..."

She smiled like a flower, and her pupils reflected Lao Zheng's figure. She turned the hand axe half a circle in her hand, took out Lao Zheng's hair stuck on it, twisted it lightly with her fingers, and squinted her eyes.

"Ah, even 'completeness' is a fake? The vitality is too 'fresh and simple', and it's fading fast... But the soul is the real thing."

Fluoxetine looked at Lao Zheng: "This body is not your original one, it's a 'fake', first generation, and it seems that you can only maintain the body..."

"Yes, three more minutes."

Old Zheng raised his finger and said.

Fluoxetine pursed her lips and said, "Then I won't play with you... I hate games with time limits. If there's a countdown in a level of a game, it'll make me lose the desire to enjoy it."

"Let's catch you first and figure out what's going on with you."

The next moment, a rose appeared in Fluoxetine's hand. She crushed the rose, and bright red powder fell from between her fingers. A black muzzle of a gun appeared in her hand.

"boom!"

The Browning 1911 fired, and the bullet shot out, ignoring the hole in the shield in front of Lao Zheng, and made a bloody hole in his left knee.

Old Zheng gasped and lost his balance and fell to the ground. Fluoxetine raised his hand and a white satin ribbon was wrapped around Old Zheng. In an instant, Old Zheng was tied up, and his hands and feet were folded and tied behind his back like a Christmas present.

"This one was caught too."

Fluoxetine pouted.

Lao Zheng laughed: "But the one we caught earlier is about to run away!"

Fluoxetine curled her lips. "This is such a poor trick. I can feel him tied up in the back, not moving at all. My ribbon is an extension of my body."

Afterwards, Fluoxetine looked at Lao Zheng, who had a painful but smiling face, and clapped his hands in front of his chest as if he had thought of something!

"Oh, it's 'Insanity'. You've severed the connection between me and the ribbon—amazing, first-generation president... I never imagined you'd be so creative after you were no longer president. If I had known, I would have simply expelled you from the Psychology Society instead of killing you outright."

She turned around and looked at Lin Yu. Although the ribbon was still tied to Lin Yu's hands, Lin Yu was not motionless.

He held a crystal glass bottle in his mouth, with dark, sticky liquid surging inside.

Fluoxetine asked curiously, "Is this bottle your prepared means of escape?"

Lin Yu did not answer this question, but just smiled.

"Guess it!"

He pulled the cork out of the bottle with his teeth.

This is what Lin Yu did when he released Lao Zheng to buy time - continuously pouring the power of the undercurrent into the [Black Swan Blood] until it reached the "critical value".

And after removing the cork...

Obtained the "Black Swan Blood" which is charged with "chaos magic", "water", "soul" and other attribute energies, and transformed all of this into "disaster"!

The entire water area went into a rage at this moment. The originally calm water area was filled with endless violent turbulence, whirlpools and soul-shaking screams appeared together, and the entire submersible was instantly rolled up - if it was like a washing machine just now, then now the submersible is an ultra-high-speed centrifuge.

Even the submersible began to break and crack, and the water outside rushed in.

The water flowing in was no longer ordinary groundwater, but was transformed into the "Abyss Undercurrent" by the disaster created by the Black Swan Blood - a specialty of the Night Valley Abyss that had a confusing and corrosive effect on souls and energy!

Even fluoxetine was unable to perform any operation due to the double impact on the body and soul at this moment, making it unstable and dazed for a while.

The moment she came to her senses and steadied herself, she only saw Lin Yu's figure slowly disappearing.

Although the body of the first president was still there, his soul had suddenly "disappeared" at the same time, as if someone had taken away its "core components", leaving only the empty shell that was also falling apart.

In the exploding submarine, Fluoxetine reached out and wrapped up Bandura, who had been unconscious for a long time, with a ribbon and laughed.

"I see... This isn't just a way for you to cover your escape!"

"And—you even want to use this 'disaster' to kill me directly!"