I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"FUCK!!"

The monkey trainer screamed, clutching his shoulder tightly. His arm below the elbow fell from his sleeve, blood gushing out like a burst dam from a slack pipe.

Those watching the spectacle in the front row were splattered with blood, and were so shocked that they rolled their eyes back and fainted.

Someone shouted "Murder!" and then the whole street went into chaos!

The crowd scattered and fled.

People were falling down, stepping on other people's feet to escape, dropping their baskets on the ground, running away while carrying children... There was a baby with two buns being carried on an adult's neck, crying and twisting.

The men who had previously clapped, cheered, and thrown money as tips were the fastest to run away—

The worst is yet to come.

"!"

Kunlun Nu, who was originally sitting on the ground beating a drum, saw the monkey trainer injured and stood up in extreme anger. He swallowed hard a few times and spat out a centipede as thick as a finger.

The centipede grew rapidly upon landing, increasing several times its original size in an instant. It raised its tentacles and charged towards the twins—

Before they could even get close, the enormous poisonous insect seemed to have run into an invisible net.

"Clatter."

"Splash—"

Green blood splattered, immediately making a terrifying "sizzling" sound as it hit the ground. The centipede was cut into pieces by something unseen, scattered all over the ground.

Kunlunnu realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

He crashed right into it!

Like a piece of meat being thrown out, the threads passed through his body without making a sound.

He remained in a forward-rushing posture, but after only two steps, his head fell off first, followed by his shoulders, arms, chest, abdomen, waist, hips, and legs.

A grown man fell to the ground with a "plop" sound, like tofu about to be cut open.

Zhao Weilai saw it.

Her teammates also saw it.

In the sunlight, dozens of thin, hair-like threads, still damp with blood, glittered and lay across the twins' bodies.

If you look closely, you'll see that the other end of these threads is connected to the twins' hair.

Each thread seemed to have its own life, slowly and greedily sucking up fresh blood.

"withdraw!!"

Zhao Weilai immediately realized that the monkey trainer and the twins were very likely players as well!

"Walk!"

She gave a low shout, and her companions, though still confused about what was happening, immediately followed, running wildly with the panicked crowd.

Within moments, the group had retreated into the inn, and familiar ink-wash characters appeared on the screen:

[Player Songpa Chawin has died; his points-earning items have been dropped.]

Zhao Weilai felt a chill run down his spine.

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On the other side, the monkey trainer is still alive.

She clutched her severed arm, blood seeping from between her fingers onto the floor. Her face was ashen, as if she had gone mad with rage. Her eyes were fixed on the twins, and she uttered a vicious utterance:

"You will not have a good death."

Then, with her only remaining hand, she pulled a monkey-shaped whistle from her waist, shoved it into her mouth, and blew it forcefully:

[The Aztec Monkey Whistle (Purple): The first time you blow the whistle, it will turn you into a monkey; the second time, it will make a troop of monkeys fight for you; the third time, the monkey god will personally take your life.]

The whistle was shrill, like fingernails scraping against a skull. Several civilians who hadn't run far nearby, upon hearing the whistle, unconsciously began scratching their arms, necks, and faces.

"Ah! Monster! Sorcery!"

"Help! Help!!"

"Help me, help me—"

Fine, yellowish down began to grow on the backs of these people's hands.

Some people screamed and tried to pull at the fur, but the more they pulled, the longer the monkey fur grew.

The monkey trainer's eyes darted around, and he made strange "squeak" noises. His muscles swelled with blood, and he grew bigger and bigger until he finally turned into a giant gorilla covered in red fur.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

The monkeys in the cages went berserk, pounding on the cages and tearing open the bamboo cages as they rushed toward the twins.

A glint of smugness flashed in the eyes of the orangutan the monkey trainer was in, and he let out a boastful roar, but then turned and leaped onto a low wall to the side—

But as soon as she took a step, a strand of hair appeared on the back of her neck.

It was black, with beads of Kunlun slave's blood still clinging to it, and it slid smoothly around the back of her neck like a cold tongue.

The monkey trainer's eyes widened in horror. She looked up, and the next second, she saw Ah Yan's face slowly droop down from above her head—in a posture that a living person could never do.

"This whistle is really interesting, can I play with it?"

One of the twins hung upside down, as if she had grown out of thin air; her face was almost translucent white, while her lips were blood-red.

"I saw it."

Her voice was no different from that of an ordinary girl, even carrying a touch of innocent rising intonation, like a child asking an adult for candy:

"You did very, very bad things to those people, and you even thought about doing those filthy things to us. It's written all over your face."

She touched the monkey trainer's eyelids very, very lightly with one finger.

The monkey trainer shuddered and struggled violently, but his limbs tightened and he felt a chill run through his body, like a mosquito trapped firmly in the web of a spider preying on its prey.

"How about I gouge out your eyes and turn you into a toy?"

Zhao Weilai and the others, who were hiding in the shadows, felt a chill run down their spines.

"Please...Please..."

The monkey trainer was so frightened she couldn't make a sound; her teeth chattered, making a "clattering" sound. She tried desperately to shake her head, but her hair was already wrapped tightly around her throat.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the system notification reappeared:

[Player Casey Bates Miller has died, possessing points; items have been dropped.]

From Zhao Weilai and the others' perspective, all they could see was the woman in the twins with her back to them, gouging out the orangutan's eyes.

"You can go now." Another voice came from the side.

It was another twin. He picked up the strangely shaped monkey whistle at some point and blew it softly.

The next second, the people who had turned into monkeys finally returned to their original forms, with clumps of monkey hair falling off their bodies, like golden shaded cats molting in spring and summer.

Some people were scratching their faces when they realized their hands had turned back into hands, and they were overjoyed.

The monkeys in the cage stopped their rampage and huddled together. Then, one by one, they transformed into living people before everyone's eyes.

Players dressed in modern clothes.

The big monkey that had refused to climb the pole had lost all its fur and turned into a male player, but when it opened its mouth, it couldn't make a sound.

His tongue was missing half.

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The arriving constables surrounded the area, and the surrounding people gradually came to their senses, explaining the reason in various ways:

"These damned foreign monsters harvest and mutilate people, turning them into monkeys!"

"Fortunately, these two brave warriors... no, no, Immortal Master, these two Immortal Masters saw through the disguise and slew the demon!"

"Damn it! They're turning living people into monkeys for show! They deserve to die!"

"Serves him right! He deserves to be killed by the demon hunter!"

"Immortal Masters! Thank you both!"

Having not witnessed the gruesome scene of the twins gouging out their eyes to kill, their absolute beauty transformed people's fear into gratitude.

They looked at Azhu and Ayan with such longing that they wished they could reach out and touch them to absorb some of their divine aura.

The rescued players were still a bit confused, but they knew they couldn't stay there any longer. They helped each other escape, leaving the yamen runners behind shouting and yelling.

The twins seemed to have no intention of dealing with the officials, and slowly disappeared into the crowd, like two wisps of smoke vanishing in an instant.

Before leaving, the two glanced back at the inn where Zhao Weilai and the others were hiding.

The group was horrified.

Have the players already started killing each other?

If the twins don't appear, will they be the next ones to turn into monkeys and be locked in cages?

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