155: Chapter 155 Escape!

The shops ahead suddenly began to move automatically, forming a wall and blocking the path of Chen Mo and the others.

Chen Mo looked at the tablet and discovered that the positions of the buildings had shifted once again.

"Go this way."

Passing through the road on the other side, they encountered an intersection with two paths.

A couple came running from the side of Chen Mo's team.

The two of them looked joyful; seeing Chen Mo leading the way, they felt that there was finally a hope of survival.

However, when Chen Mo saw them, his brows furrowed.

Based on the road layout on the map from just a moment ago, it was clear that these were two roads leading in different directions.

If The Artist kept chasing this couple, it would be like the shape of the character " Ya" (Y-shape), with one going left and the other going right.

Moving further and further apart.

It would be enough time to buy for Chen Mo's entire team to return.

But given the current situation, it proved that the actual controller of these buildings was indeed The Artist.

It had changed from a "Y" shape to an "X" shape.

He was like a fisherman who had already set a trap in advance, with the goal of driving the fish into one place and then catching them all in one net!

Sure enough, a black shadow shot into the sky, leapt onto the roof beams, and stood at the top, looking down at Chen Mo and the others under the eerie white moonlight.

Then, it instantly jumped down, letting out excited cries while gripping a machete and lunging fiercely at Chen Mo.

Purple light erupted in Chen Mo's pupils, and he leaned back, the chilling machete swinging horizontally right past his neck!

Chen Mo then raised his wax statue arm and smashed it fiercely into The Artist's abdomen!

However, it was completely useless; instead, Chen Mo felt as if his arm had collided with an iron plate, sending a burning, stinging pain through it.

"Hehehe! Kid, you're too weak!"

The Artist's arm shot out instantly, grabbing Chen Mo by the throat, and he raised the machete in his hand, preparing to slash down at Chen Mo's forehead.

To cut Chen Mo in two, right down the middle.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and pressed his palm against his chest, preparing to switch to the Magician costume.

To save his life quickly.

But at this moment, a roar suddenly came from afar.

"Let go of Chen Mo!"

Like a little bull, Xu Xiaoman, wearing a baseball uniform, charged over instantly.

She delivered a full-force blow to The Artist's abdomen.

The Artist immediately spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, his body flying backward ten meters, crashing through the toy store behind him.

His body was crushed by the dazzling array of toys inside.

"Huff... huff..." Xu Xiaoman held her knees, panting heavily.

She looked at Chen Mo from under her baseball cap and asked, "Chen Mo, are you okay?"

Lu Chengfeng pulled Chen Mo up from the ground and patted him on the back.

Chen Mo wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and stammered, "I'm fine."

However, that strike from The Artist earlier had left Chen Mo in a dazed state, causing his vision to blur.

Lu Chengfeng hoisted Chen Mo onto his shoulder and signaled for Su Qing to take the tablet and lead the way.

"Rest for a moment; we need to get going quickly."

Xu Xiaoman waved her arms and added, "My baseball uniform has a passive skill that can knock any object flying for a distance of 10 meters and cause the target to fall into a 5-minute coma, but it can only be used once a day!"

The group immediately began to sprint again.

Su Qing pointed to the road ahead and said, "We go this way next; we are about to cross the most complex area of the buildings."

"Once we are out of there, even if The Artist wants to change the buildings, he shouldn't be able to cause too much interference with our route."

Hearing this, everyone saw a hope of survival.

Five minutes later, inside the toy store.

The Artist, sitting slumped on the ground, clutched his dizzy head and pushed aside the pile of Dolls weighing him down.

He shook his head and cursed, "Damn it! I didn't expect this batch of players to include someone who has achieved an S-rank."

"I really underestimated the enemy!"

He stood up straight again and looked at the wristwatch on his wrist.

The time displayed on it showed that it was two minutes away from 1:00.

"I need to hurry; otherwise, my brother will be here!"

He adjusted the collar of his suit, gripped the machete on the ground again, and his figure turned into a black shadow, instantly reaching the roof.

He leapt continuously along the roofs of the buildings, moving rapidly.

"There is about 5 minutes of travel left; everyone, hang in there a little longer!" Su Qing reminded them.

The scene of Meng Zhou being killed earlier had reduced everyone's Sanity points by 10, and they had already been out for a full 50 minutes.

Although they had gotten some free food from Zhu Zhanji, their minds hadn't been on eating at the time.

Only Little Fatty had the most abundant stamina, but perhaps due to his physique, even though he was at full stamina, his movement speed was the same as everyone else's.

Just as they were about to enter a new block, they saw...

The wax statues that had originally been slumped on the side of the road had all turned their heads and were staring fixedly at them.

"Not good! The Artist is here again!"

Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, everyone's pace faltered for a moment, but after a brief hesitation, they continued to speed up.

An old man wax statue in front came to the center of the road with a kind smile on its face.

Lu Chengfeng took out his pistol and pulled the trigger directly.

"Damn it! There's also this bunch of things blocking the way."

The bullet shot out a golden light, instantly piercing through the head of the old man wax statue.

However, this old man wax statue did not fall down like before.

Instead, it remained standing straight.

Its eyes remained closed, with only a smile on its face.

Just as everyone was passing by the old man wax statue, at that moment, its eyes slowly opened, and they saw a pair of blood-stained pupils!

Then, the sparse hair of the old man wax statue grew rapidly, quickly turning into a head of curly, long hair.

Its face twisted and deformed, and its height grew automatically, transforming into the appearance of The Artist.

"Hehehe!"

His arm shot out rapidly, gripping the machete in his hand, and he slashed fiercely at Jiang Xinyi's arm.

Jiang Xinyi's eyes flickered slightly, and she raised her wax statue arm to block it.

But the opponent's strength was incredibly formidable; her leather boots instantly slid rapidly along the ground, and her back slammed into a wooden house nearby.

"Are you ever going to stop!"

Lu Chengfeng delivered a roundhouse kick, slamming into The Artist's neck, immediately kicking him so hard that he spat out a mouthful of purulent blood, his neck twisting into a spiral.

Seeing the scene before him, Lu Chengfeng immediately understood.

"The wax statue's body cannot cause damage to him, but hand-to-hand combat or other things can!"

"And... what the hell is this HP value?"

Data popped up in front of Lu Chengfeng's eyes.

[The Artist's Younger Brother: HP-1, 1999 / 2000]

The Artist's mouth hit the ground, his front teeth shattered, and blood flowed out, but he seemed to lack pain nerves.

He sprang up from the ground like a toad, instantly tackling Lu Chengfeng to the ground, and gripped Lu Chengfeng's throat with both hands.

Chen Mo's body was pinned beneath the two of them; he wanted to move away, but The Artist's strength was shockingly great.

As he pressed down on Lu Chengfeng's throat, the ground beneath their bodies exploded, sinking into a human-shaped crater.

Seeing this, Su Qing immediately rushed over, pulled out the lipstick from her small bag, and jabbed it forcefully into The Artist's waist.

Blue jets of electricity instantly enveloped The Artist's entire body, and his curly hair turned into an afro.

However, he still didn't let go, gripping Lu Chengfeng's throat tightly.

Lu Chengfeng's face turned purple, his features twisted in agony.

Jiang Xinyi immediately rushed over, raised a stone brick from the road, and slammed it fiercely onto The Artist's face.

With this smash, the bridge of his nose broke directly, and half of his nose was crooked.

Yet, he still wouldn't let go.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Xinyi raised it again and smashed it down, doing so over a dozen times in a row.

"Bang, bang, bang," she smashed it down with full force, one blow after another.

She was getting a bit tired from the smashing.

The brick instantly developed cracks and disintegrated into a pile of stone powder, scattering on the ground.