1.
Although Xia Tian has been trying to find a better sword, but has not been able to find it, and the time is too late.
Even if they are slow to work, as they continue to move forward, they will encounter more and more other players, or relics of hard battles.
As Bai Jing'an said, everyone was concentrating in one direction.
Xia Tian's team moved forward at an excessively cautious speed, anyway, the sky fell and there was a tall man standing against it. When they arrived, it was better to meet a fierce god exhausted from continuous fighting than to meet a alive and kicking one.
Xia Tian felt that Bai Jing'an was really a top-notch tactical planner.
They saw the remnants of a great battle near the underground lake. Seven or eight people died on the ground, and there were several corpses of monsters scattered around.
Judging from the situation on the battlefield, these people were ambushed, and the mutant creatures hid behind the statues and waited for them to show up. As kill shows get more gory each year, they're also getting smarter and deadlier every year.
A young man was kneeling among the dead, one shoulder badly wounded, but he didn't notice it. He hugged the corpse of a teammate tightly, trying to stop the bleeding. But the other party's blood stopped flowing a long time ago, and he looked dead for a while.
When Xia Tian and his group passed by him, he didn't look up at all, he stubbornly grabbed the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, trying in vain to stop the bleeding.
Bai Jing'an glanced at him, but didn't try to talk to him, and it was the same for Xia Tian. They have seen this kind of collapse and know that sometimes you can only sit there holding the corpse of your comrade-in-arms, and any crisis, reason and warning are meaningless.
Doug stared at this scene for a while, then turned his head and left, Feng Dan followed silently.
Although theoretically not, it feels like the two of them will disagree at any time, and swords will face each other until one of them dies, and then the other will breathe a sigh of relief.
Xia Tian feels too depressed, and needs to liven up the atmosphere.
So he said to Doug, "So, he killed your friend?"
Several people turned their heads to look at him, Xia Tian's smile did not change, he was used to being the one who asked questions, even though everyone would deliberately avoid this matter. And even if Doug didn't like it, he couldn't beat him anyway.
Doug stared at him for a moment, not sure if he was trying to gauge what it would cost him to kill him. Then he spoke.
"It's no big deal, this kind of thing happens every day in the show." The man whispered, "His name is Sang Ning... We have known each other for a long time, and he is the best sniper I know."
"You also killed two of my teammates." Feng Dan said in a hoarse voice.
"I tell myself that too, but it's nothing to comfort me," said Doug, looking icy cold.
When I first met Doug, he was like a joker, and there were still old smile lines in the corners of his eyes, but when he turned cold, he seemed more suitable for not smiling. From the bottom of his heart he no longer wanted to laugh.
He said: "We are all alive, we have to be fucking teammates, but we can't forget the battle and the people who died until we die."
"It's really dramatic." Xia Tian said.
Feng Dan said coldly: "They did it on purpose."
"The Killing Show loves drama," says Doug.
Xia Tian was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had never thought of such a simple thing. Of course, the killing show can not form teams according to any "random collision". They will draw whoever they want to be together. Just enough stimulation.
Doug looked at Feng Dan viciously.
"We are teammates, and no matter how natural his death is, I have to go to court." He said, "Who told me to cry so much last time, and gave the planning team so much fun!"
His expression reminded Xia Tian of the young man who was trapped in a pool of blood just now, trying to hold the corpse tighter. At that moment he was no longer an adult Kill Show contestant, but just a confused little boy, unable to get out of his nightmare.
"And no matter which one dies, you can keep the whole planning team and get the bonus," Doug continued, "let them go out and party happily. No, I'm not going to give anyone a fuckin' fun anymore."
He turned around and left with a cold face, and the others followed silently. Feng Dan dragged the farthest, obviously not wanting to go into the line at all.
And Xia Tian didn't want to invite him to go to the middle of the team, keeping pace with everyone.
Everyone has the right to be in a dark corner.
As it continued to move forward, a bloody liquid began to ooze from the ground, as if something was about to wake up from within, it should be a genetic catalyst.
They encountered several melees, the contestants and the mutant creatures fought together, and as the outpost of the resurrection of the evil god, the monsters were becoming dense and strong.
The players no longer killed each other, because enough people died without killing, and there was no need to worry about zombie servants.
They ran into more and more people along the way, everyone looked at each other and walked together in silence. It's not really a team, it's more like fellow travelers heading to the finale.
Up to now, the setting of the fierce god has long been passed down in the castle.
Obviously, he will use the body of the Grand Duke to descend into the world, giving him powerful power and eternal life—from the usual habits of the killing show, it will definitely not refer to special effects, but a boss who will come out of an expensive product of the biological studio. The gene, chip and biochemical products mixed by Grand Duke Tianzhu will be as large as New Year's purchases.
The creature believed that he was a lord, was calculated in the power struggle, was poisoned, found the palace of the evil god in the process of searching for a cure, and sacrificed his wife and children for it.
Driven by the planning team's biochip, it will transform into a precisely designed form of a terrifying monster, becoming the ultimate boss of the third round of the competition.
The contestants must find the culprit as soon as possible, kill the evil god, and restore order.
The crowd is getting denser, and all the survivors will gather here.
Here is one of the deepest palaces in the underground building, "the gathering place of the pool of blood", with a huge altar like the center of the stage. The fierce god will wake up here.
Despite enough sabotage, the few still made it to the final showdown. The underground palace is movable like other arenas, and the planners will not let any player miss the finale of the story because of getting lost or because they don't want such trivial things.
But the sabotage helped in the end, they missed the start and by the time they arrived it was a mess.
When Bai Jing'an saw the things crawling around in the hall, he was stunned.
The appearance of this man-made monster is unimaginable even in the deepest nightmare—even if you think about it, it will never be so detailed. I simply don't know what mentality the TV station used to set up this thing.
A huge pale human body crawled around the underground hall, grabbing living people and stuffing them into their mouths. It... looks like a person, even has the same facial features as Wei Ling, but it is very huge, naked, with pale skin, with huge genitals and mouth, and it grabs people with human-like hands and eats them. The stomach is already very round.
Behind it, there is a pair of fleshy wings, whether they have degenerated or are growing, flapping non-stop, extremely disgusting.
It crawled around on the ground, making a sound like crying, its mouth was full of fangs, and some sparse feathers grew out of its skin, it no longer looked so human, like a huge deformed chicken.
"I want to throw up..." Xia Tian said.
"You are not the only one thinking about it." Bai Jing'an said.
The situation was critical, but several players vomited in the corner of the battlefield regardless of their image. This thing was really disgusting to an unreasonable level.
It is still mutating, and theoretically it will become even more terrifying, but Bai Jing'an only hopes that after it turns into a fierce god, its image will be better.
It's so human in this way that the uncanny valley effect reaches its peak in that body.
In the howling of ghosts and wolves, its feathers are stretched, and something is growing out of the tailbone. It is a disgusting flesh-colored long strip, which is shaking up and down, as if it hurts... Bai Jingan realized that it wasn't that its cry was like a cry, it was Just crying.
He didn't know who would want to watch this kind of thing, but then realized that the entire scene in front of him wouldn't appear on the terminal, just a few quick clips showing that the metamorphosis had occurred.
The reality is these disgusting, long-winded and nerve-wracking details are only for the privileged to view.
2.
The Fierce God grows more feathers, blackens in the firelight, and may eventually become a giant version of those mourning birds.
At this moment, it stopped moving suddenly, shuddered, and vomited.
It spits out a mass of half-digested matter, human bodies it has chewed up, and some of them have shapes. Several experienced veterans couldn't help vomiting.
This is probably a side effect of mutation, a feeling of hunger, but unable to digest it... Bai Jing'an didn't want to know the details at all.
When you see this scene, you will clearly realize why the contestants of the Killing Show are all perverts. This is not a scene that humans should experience.
Eventually it took the form of a bird in human form, with a human body and arms, covered in black fur, and crawled on the ground. The transformed tail actually grew into a snake with a triangular head and scales covered with spell-like patterns. The styles of different creatures are mixed together, weird and crazy.
Several teams were fighting with the monsters, among them were many familiar faces from the killing show, each of them was tough and sharp, all of them came out of licking blood from the edge of a knife.
Now, they don't have the slightest look of being silly and cute when they are interviewed on TV. Everyone is hysterical and red-eyed. Every now and then one would die.
In theory, this thing is of course based on its scary appearance. The organizers will not make it too powerful. The stars still have to win in the end and become heroes, at least they can't be wiped out. But now I can't feel it at all.
There were dead bodies and vomit all around, as if he had fallen into a bloody and dirty hell from which he could no longer escape.
Bai Jing'an's head was throbbing again, and the irreversible brain damage was like an ever-increasing musical note, which he could never get rid of.
He knew that the farther away from the center of the arena the better—as long as the planner doesn’t think he’s passively slowing down his work—but when he saw it twisted its head and hit a defenseless player with its sharp beak, Bai Jing’an still pulled out a An arrow was shot in that direction.
The organizer of the third round was very stingy with weapons, but the bow he and Xia Tian got was really good, Bai Jingan shot it in the corner of the eye.
The vicious god trembled, and his sharp beak slanted across the contestant's right side. The latter dodged the attack, grabbed the oblique arrow, and stabbed it hard.
It let out a hoarse cry, and the arrow went straight into the eye. It slammed the man against the wall, then turned around suddenly, looking at Bai Jing'an viciously.
Someone on the west side fired a crossbow. It turned its head to respond, tired of fighting, but the moment it turned around, it swung its poisonous snake tail towards Bai Jing'an.
Since Xia Tian arrived here, he looked like he had been greatly frightened. Bai Jing'an felt that he didn't vomit along with him, it was simply because he was so scared that he forgot.
But when that thing attacked Bai Jingan by surprise, Xia Tian acted instantly, rushed in front of him with one step, swung the sword to block the tail, the snake circled around the sword body twice, and tightened tightly.
Xia Tian firmly grasped the sword, the edge of the sword twisted under the power of the fierce god, the snake teeth shone under the fire, as if it could devour the edge of the sword.
But it couldn't, Bai Jing'an drew out his sword and slashed down hard.
The ferocious god let out a scream, turned his head suddenly, his severed tail writhed on the ground, and wanted to attack others, Bai Jing'an stretched out his foot and trampled to death.
At this moment, he couldn't figure out where Doug and the others had gone, whether they were alive or dead, and no one could find anyone in this place, only Xia Tian was always by his side.
And more and more mutated creatures are gathering here, it looks like it will be a grand and bloody ending.
At this moment, Xia Tian pulled his arm.
Bai Jing'an raised his head, a... lizardman? I don't know when it crawled over and stared at them.
The creature was pale and human-like in appearance, except that it was as thin as a starved ghost. It also has huge insect-like eyes that take up half of its head, and a mouth full of fangs. It not only has the characteristics of underground creatures, but also has a human face, and its cry is like a child crying.
Only the TV station would spend a lot of time to create this kind of monster, and then let it go to torture and kill human beings with relish.
This thing looks like a nightmare creature entity, and its attack is also sneaky, but malicious.
Bai Jing'an and Xia Tian expended a lot of effort to kill this thing, but another one touched it lightly, Xia Tian's sword was still not confiscated, so without thinking, he rushed in front of Bai Jing'an, and blocked the blow.
At the same moment, the third bigger one—even with colorful patterns—pounced towards it, and Xia Tian thrust a short knife into its shoulder with his left hand. It let out a miserable cry and backed away.
But the first one deftly circled to Xia Tian's back, and rushed over like lightning.
Xia Tian didn't turn his head back, he cut his waist and abdomen with a backhand sword, it froze, Xia Tian pulled out the sword abruptly, turned around sharply, the sword edge directly passed through the right eye, and pierced its head.
Then he seized the hilt, put his foot against the body, and drew the sword. This mass-produced sword used by soldiers played a very important role in his hands.
Bai Jing'an has always felt that although Xia Tian's fighting style is not brainstorming, it is extremely efficient and methodical.
People often say that fighters in the lower city fight only by instinct, but that's not the case at all.
In the dark forest-like lower city, crises follow everywhere, and you have to deal with whatever is at hand in time. Most of the time you don't kill with a gun, you kill with a rusty fork, shards of glass, thin wire, your own fists, and your brain.
In that dark school, he must have experienced many life-and-death battles before he could accumulate such an instinct.
When seeing Xia Tian for the first time, Bai Jing'an knew what kind of person he was. An angry, eager young man who would not listen and always wanted to kill something.
Their temperaments are completely different, he doesn't think he will like Xia Tian, and he doesn't think that person will like him either.
When Uptown planners described the stories of people like Summer, they always spoke of them as loners with broken hearts. But those passed, and eventually they healed in the bright sunshine of Uptown—and there was usually a man or woman who would fix it all.
But the long time will never pass, each of them has a lot of dark past, unforgivable enemies, one after another nightmarish death, and the rules they learned in the downtown will never change.
Such a person cannot be approached and cannot be appeased.
But... when they've been through those things together, it's enough that a random accomplice isn't just a companion, but a... friend.
Naturally, Xia Tian will not become someone who has been influenced by Shangcheng and has become a better person - Shangcheng has no such ability, but it can make people crazy. He was still himself, angry, ambitious, with serious emotional problems.
But in a kill show fight, you can't control how that relationship forms. It is an artifact precisely designed to be consumed, yet unstoppable, from the very nature of people.
Even though he kept his distance as much as possible, Bai Jing'an still knew many things about Xia Tian.
He knew he had a sister, knew his fighting style, his emotionality, his nervousness, the strength of his hands when he pulled him to safety, the way he laughed.
There will never be another like him.
The lizardman took a step back, whimpered, and was about to pounce again.
Bai Jing'an had just finished a snake with a bird's head jumping out from nowhere, he noticed what Xia Tian saw, so he cast a glance along his line of sight, then froze for a moment.
It was the mutant mouse.
That's right, that one. About an hour ago, Summer stabbed a spear in its eye, and it tried to pull it out, but failed, and it's still there.
It almost doubled in size, and on both sides of the pierced eyes, more than a dozen different eyes grew densely.
It was undoubtedly the eyes of human beings, staring at Xia Tian with cold hatred.
Xia Tian quietly moved two steps to the left, and Bai Jing'an realized that he wanted to distance himself from him.
Because it was coming for him.
Bai Jing'an didn't know where this strange kindness came from.
Xia Tian is obviously a thorny head with serious emotional problems, anger burns him, and he has a serious tendency to overkill during the battle, but there is always a strange kindness.
He would push him away casually, or subconsciously block a heavy blow, even if it would cause him a lot of danger.
Maybe it's because he's used to taking care of others, Bai Jing'an thought. Even if he never asked, he also knew that in that dark city where everyone had to work hard to survive, Xia Tian was probably the better one among the people around him, so he had to take care of others very early.
No matter how hard you pretend to be ruthless, there will always be such people, parents, friends, lovers, a sister who is too young.
Even if he doesn't have that ability at all. Nobody has that ability.
3.
The mutated mouse rushed over, moving as fast as lightning.
It flew past Bai Jingan, exuding a strong rancid smell, a clear thought flashed in Bai Jingan's mind: it was not accidental that it could find them.
The organizers love the theme, the pursuit and revenge. So they let it evolve rapidly and lured it here.
This will be an exciting story—the cunning mouse looks for the humans who hurt it, tirelessly, keeps tracking, passes through the dark dungeon, and reappears in the final battle...
But in the fierce god's palace, Xia Tian was very skilled, but he couldn't even find a suitable sword.
Old-fashioned horror movie style, bloody, weird, full of sense of fate.
Especially Xia Tian is such a young man who came from N District Prison and came to the upper city after all kinds of hardships.
His hometown, where the largest civilian riots and massacres took place this century, is a constant hot topic in the Uptown entertainment circle. Until now, it is still an area where mutated creatures are rampant, and there are even rumors that their intelligence is high enough to form a sewer kingdom, hunting weak humans...
When he finally came to the upper city, he got stuck in the ground in the third round, and met an extremely smart mutant giant rat...
How dramatic, like a terrible fate.
Definitely made to measure and worth a hefty bonus.
Things happened very quickly, the moment the mutant mouse jumped up, Xia Tian's sword ruthlessly penetrated into its skull.
It penetrated almost two-thirds of the way, but it was so powerful that it slammed into him—
Xia Tian grasped the hilt of the sword, inserted it hard, and pushed it back.
But in the next second, the sword in his hand broke.
It bit his neck hard and knocked him to the ground. He was tall, but vulnerable to the claws of such a gigantic creature. Bai Jing'an wasn't sure if it bit an artery, it looked like—
It bit his shoulder and jerked backwards, nearly pulling his arm off. Xia Tian grasped the remaining hilt of the sword, and pierced its body completely from the lower jaw.
This battle was extremely bloody, a naked hand-to-hand combat, which fully demonstrated the most urgent desire of people to survive. It took less than ten seconds to add up, which was enough for a five-star purchase rate.
After a series of foreshadowing, they ushered in the ending for him.
This will be a ratings victory. Worth a win.
When the incident happened, Bai Jing'an knew that he had no time to do anything, it was too fast, it was always so fast.
He has a headache. Maybe it was due to bumping into him by the river, but now it was no longer dizziness, the pain that was far away before really came to him, and became a scream that swept everything.
He looked at Xia Tian in the pool of blood, and knew in his heart that this scene was very common. A man is dying, an artery snaps, and all the blood comes out in a matter of minutes...he's seen it countless times.
He seemed to have never left that bloody darkness, where his mind was always blank, his hands were covered with blood, and there were people who could not be saved everywhere.
He raised his head, knowing that there were countless invisible cameras in the darkness, shooting coldly. He cannot see deeper, but knows that countless eyes see everything.
There was no past and no future there, only fear and despair, which kept him sinking, to the depths where it was impossible to see the sun again.
Bai Jing'an walked towards Xia Tian, in the corner of his line of sight, a huge human-shaped lizard suddenly flashed and rushed towards him. He didn't look at it, and the long sword went straight through its throat, piercing it through.
Without stopping, he grabbed its head with one hand, and cut it obliquely to the right, cutting off half of its neck. His movements are fierce and efficient, and he has a kind of skill in his bones, as if he was born knowing how to kill.
Bai Jing'an left the body behind, without slowing down at all. Dressed in dirty white clothes, he walked through an area lit by moss, and the clothes shimmered. At that moment, it seemed that the light of the entire stadium was concentrated on him.
He was like a sharp sword just out of its sheath, stained with blood, dust and countless human lives, but the light was even sharper, making people unable to move their eyes away.
He walked up to Xia Tian, that person fell on the ground, his eyes had lost focus, as if he was looking at something else... I don't know if it was also the darkness. When he tried to recall the past, those he had loved, nothing came to him, darkness engulfed everything.
The mutant mouse was already dead, he knelt down, pushed the corpse aside, and hugged Xia Tian, as if this was all the remaining things in the darkness.
The surroundings were in a mess, he didn't pay attention, he tried his best to press Xia Tian's neck, but the blood still flowed out like a spring. The man lost his previous murderous and rebellious look, he was dazed and helpless, as if he wasn't sure what happened.
But he knew, such a man always knew.
He opened his lower lips and said to Bai Jing'an: "Didi...my sister..."
His voice was very soft, he was rarely like this, that weak and innocent appearance made Bai Jing'an feel angry, he hadn't been so angry for a long time. He doesn't know why.
"I can't do anything," he said viciously, "you live to pick her up yourself!"
Xia Tian stared blankly at Zenith, although the moment he said it, Bai Jing'an realized that he never thought he could ask him to do this. He didn't think anyone would do so much for another.
As he once said, when bad things happen, "she can only ask for luck." For him, it was probably quite normal for him to disappear silently in this darkness.
Death, disillusionment, and despair are so commonplace that he doesn't even feel disbelief.
The inexplicable anger made Bai Jingan tremble all over. Angry is the one deep in the soul who stands in the dark, the thin ghost of the old world, who thinks he's buried deep enough.
Xia Tian showed a smile to him, his face was covered with blood, the smile looked frightening, and he still looked heartless.
"Don't make that look... you'll have other teammates," he said.
Bai Jing'an felt that the headache was unbearable.
This is a pain that never goes away, and the surroundings are always dark, an endless Shura field composed of dead bodies, killings, pain, and cameras.
I just want... save something, he thought, just... at least save something.
But he's never been able to save anyone, and nothing he does will work. Xia Tian's blood is still flowing from the fingers, life is gone, no matter how important he thinks, no one cares, death is humble and commonplace.
He hugged that always too energetic teammate tightly, the body in his arms was weak and submissive, he heard Xia Tian's voice, very softly, he said: "It's so cold..."
Then the man closed his eyes and, like so many of his companions, could finally rest.
At this moment, the light suddenly brightened.
The oppressive zenith disappeared, receding layer by layer like sugar bricks, revealing the bright and azure blue that had been accurately calculated. The color of the sky, the color of the end.
Countless laser fireworks exploded in the man-made sky, and Bai Jing'an heard the cheerful voice of the host: "The third round of the 199th Killing Show Asaijin Team Competition of Fujin TV Station is officially over, everyone's courage and wisdom have passed the test—"
He froze there, his hands were still shaking, his blood was boiling with pain, and he was unable to react.
Wearing a medieval-style dress, the host continued: "Please stay where the injured are and don't move, our medical staff will treat them as quickly as possible—"
Bai Jing'an froze for two seconds, looking for Xia Tian's pulse in panic, his hands were shaking badly, and he couldn't find it for a while. After a while, he felt a faint throbbing indefinitely, so weak it seemed like a hallucination.
Then came the second blow.
Bai Jing'an groped and hugged Xia Tian, buried his face in the sticky blood of his neck. He knew that his expression was terrible now, and he didn't want to be seen by anyone.
Summer will survive, no matter how bad the situation is, the medical department in Uptown can bring people back from hell. as long as they want.
He could feel the camera watching all this coldly, facing the darkness and madness he couldn't understand, pointing at his face, capturing the slightest reaction, and broadcasting it on a large scale.
Every moment from now on will be filmed, seen by all, replayed and discussed, analyzed and ridiculed, with uncaring fun.
He felt utterly pathetic, terribly ashamed, and coldly angry.
But when holding his comrade in arms, thinking that he would survive, he was still crying and couldn't control it at all.