Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!

Chapter 199.1- Sucking Blood

“When he saw a ferocious ghost, it had spread the human skin on the couch and drawn on it with a colored pen. It threw aside its pen, raised the skin like shaking out a garment, then put it on its body.” ––Pu Songling’s <Painted Skin>.

In the live broadcast room, everyone suddenly grew rowdy!

Crosson Show seventh elimination match arena.

The players couldn’t see the subtitles given off-site and were therefore given less information than the audience.

Wu Jin followed the instructions and swallowed the voice-changing pill. The watch began its countdown, and there were ten minutes to go before the start of the game. Because he’d experienced facial camouflage before, Wu Jin quickly adapted to the ‘human skin mask’ that was firmly attached to his skin.

He looked quickly through the script for Wang Ping that was provided on his watch.

This face was flat and featureless.

His talent was equally mediocre.

The company he’d signed with was nothing special.

Background experience––

‘You have only trained for half a year. You are the rapper of the team due to problems with your pitch and the fact that your limbs seem to move discordantly. Of course, you and your whole team are a little confused. However, you have a past that nobody knows about.”

“Obtained props: Black history video. When you release this video, all the trainees involved in the video will be attacked by the ‘black history hammer’, and their popularity will be simultaneously cleared out.”

Wu Jin opened the video.

––Contestant Wang Ping, who looked like his hair had exploded, was wearing a coquettish evening dress alongside another charming little brother, and they were drinking together.

Wu Jin leaned back, his expression dazed, “......” It was bad enough that he was ranked 96th, but he could maybe turn the tables with a bit of effort. However, what was up with this black history?!

The prop video was useless.

This so-called ‘black history’ involved Wang Ping himself. If he used it, it was equivalent to self destructing during the survival show.

The wrist watch beeped again.

There were only five minutes left before the start of the game.

Wu Jin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and finally sorted out his emotions. In the seventh elimination match, the Crosson Show and Stardust Cup youth training camp were matched up together, and his opponents went beyond the familiar A-level trainees. At the same time, the Stardust Cup’s participation meant that a large number of Imperial survival show players had been introduced––

Zoe and Chu Chu had both mentioned this to Wu Jin prior to the game. Many high-profile survival show contestants from the Empire had the same pursuit.

They wanted to exhibit a gorgeous bloodbath of a performance.

In any case, however, his own goal was very clear.

50 into 20.

Outside the door to the room, the mechanisms squeaked and turned. The valve doors that had originally closed off each contestant were about to open up. Wu Jin tilted his upper body back and forth and leaned close to the mirror in the dressing room.

He was studying every inch of Wang Ping’s facial features.

Wang Ping’s cheeks were a little swollen, his face was too large, his jaw was wide, and his chin was round. His cheekbones were flat, and on the whole, his face looked like it had been smashed in.