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Chapter 224 - 223 Senior, would you like to see mine?

Chapter 224: Chapter 223 Senior, would you like to see mine?

Liu Zheng picked up the red pill, and the item description immediately popped up.

"Name: Spiritual Vision Pill"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect: After consumption, you will obtain the ’Spiritual Vision’ status, which lasts for one hour."

"Note: Do you see me? You do see me! I see you."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

Feeling a chill that wasn’t from the cold upon reading the note, he quickly put away the red pill and then picked up the blue one.

"Name: True Vision Pill"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect: After consumption, you will obtain the ’True Vision’ status, which lasts for one hour."

"Note: Oppose it, recognize it, understand it, join it."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

"Hmm?"

Liu Zheng’s gaze became intense.

Why could the red pill be taken out of the instance, while the blue pill could not?

Intuition told him that there was something very important hidden in this, but he couldn’t figure it out right away.

"All right, go back to your places."

Black Cat said.

Once the two returned to their original spots, the bell rang again.

"Now that the exciting opening match has ended, let us move on to the formal segment."

Black Cat’s paw pressed on the brim of its hat, its body slightly bending.

Then, with a sudden spin, the formal attire instantly transformed into a dazzling silver dance outfit, complete with a diamond-studded belt around its belly.

"Let’s dance~"

With a wicked smile, it snapped its fingers.

The surrounding stands rumbled down, while the central square rose up, becoming a prominent grand stage.

Colorful lights cast from the Roman columns created a beautiful mix of classical and contemporary.

"The theme for this dance party is, Disco~"

Black Cat threw its hat into the air, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

As the hat began to fall, the music started.

"Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother."

"you’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive."

"Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’."

"and we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive."

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive."

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive."

With the hypnotic, rhythmic music playing, novelists at the event began to dance.

Whether they were Platinum Authors or those with grey feathers, they all twisted their bodies with their dance partners, releasing the pressure that had built up over time.

Of course, some novelists, owing to their exceptionally unique forms, could only dance alone to the side.

For instance, a giant troll over five meters tall occupied a corner of the arena all by itself.

Other authors didn’t dare to get too close, fearing a touch could be lethal, a brush could cause injury.

But the troll itself was quite at ease, closing its eyes and shaking its waist and hips, its massive body unexpectedly flexible.

"May I have this dance with you, beautiful miss?"

Liu Zheng bent down and offered a tentacle to the novelist.

"Certainly, handsome sir."

The novelist placed her delicate hand onto the bronze-colored tentacle.

Indeed, Big White Goose had changed Liu Zheng’s skin color from purplish-black to a healthy bronze, which looked completely devoid of any eerie feel and was instead filled with a sunny vibe.

"Big brother, you’re the best forever!"

He praised Big White Goose in his heart, then led the novelist into an elegant dance.

However, the novelist’s long flowing sleeves weren’t exactly designed for dancing.

So, Liu Zheng could only bring her along for the swing dance.

However, he wasn’t particularly passionate about dancing to begin with, so it didn’t really matter to him.

Though the crowd around them was like a dance of demons, the authors, despite their excitement, remained serene, with nearly no maliciousness in their eyes except for the very few with a murderous aura.

The trays carried by the bustling waiters were laden with either desserts or drinks and none of the food that would send his blood pressure soaring.

Therefore, Liu Zheng was able to relax for a change, enjoying the music and the food.

Watching him repeatedly grab snacks from the passing trays, the novelist couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and pity.

"Is the treatment at Bloody Restaurant that bad? They don’t even let a senior eat his fill,"

she asked.

"Not really, I’m just stockpiling a bit more nutrition,"

Liu Zheng shook his head and said.

All the food and drinks were of ordinary quality, aimed at restoring physical energy.

If it were an average player, gorging oneself would be more harmful than beneficial.

But with his "Blood and Flesh Rebirth," which was a big consumer of physical energy, eating more was definitely advantageous.

The key point was that he didn’t need to eat Niu Ma’s leftovers, nor did he have to endure the staff of Unlucky Coffee fixing his face, and here he could eat and drink as much as he wanted without limit. Where else would he find such a good deal?

Soon, Liu Zheng’s stomach swelled up slightly.

"The atmosphere here is pretty relaxed,"

he said contentedly.

"This is just the surface. Senior, would you like to see?"

The novelist shook her head and then asked.

"Sure,"

Liu Zheng said.

He had traveled north and south across Metropolis and seen all sorts of things; what could possibly surprise him at a writers’ association gala.

Seeing his response, the novelist dipped her finger in her saliva and smeared it over his eyeballs.

"Damn, there really is something strange going on,"

Liu Zheng blinked and then exclaimed.

He saw that the previously brightly colored dance floor was now shrouded in a thin veil of black mist.

And this black mist wasn’t coming from anywhere else; it was emanating from the dancing authors themselves.

The black mist wasn’t actually mist at all, but tiny particles of text.

"That’s the negative energy they’ve accumulated being expelled from their bodies through dancing,"

the novelist explained.

"That’s also the main purpose of holding this salon dance party,"

"I see, it looks like the pressure is quite heavy on you all,"

Liu Zheng commented while observing the increasingly thick black fog.

"Can’t help it. People from the Security Bureau only need to capture criminals and suppress them. We authors at the Writers’ Association have much more to consider,"

the novelist sighed and said.

"How come I don’t have any negative energy?"

He looked around and noted.

There was quite a bit of novelist, almost like a gauze garment draped over her.

"Because you’re not yet a member of the Writers’ Association, you don’t enjoy this benefit,"

the novelist explained.

"Oh. So, does this really work well?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"If it were just that, the effect would be somewhat underwhelming. After the dance party ends, most of the negative energy will return to the bodies of the authors. However, there’s another part coming up, and that is..."

"Ding!"

The bell rang again, interrupting the novelist’s words, and the music also temporarily halted.

Black Cat, holding a microphone, spun three and a half turns in the air before landing.

"After that dance, I’m sure everyone is warmed up by now, I know I am, I feel like I’m going to start shedding fur prematurely,"

Black Cat joked about itself, and the crowd of authors laughed along.

"All right, let’s move on to the next part of the dance party, which is also my personal favorite section,"

"And that is... dance-off!"

It elongated the word as it spoke.

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