1.
The stars of Xinke's Killing Show took a rest in the downwind of a stream, surrounded by unknown wildflowers, and the scenery is beautiful. I don't know how much effort the artist spent to achieve this natural barren effect.
The doctor applied medicine to Xia Tian and bandaged the wound. In order to achieve a good medieval effect, the resource point does not have any antibiotics, only some herbal powder, it can only be sure that it will not kill people, and the effect is unknown.
However, in order to maintain visibility, the organizer stuffed a lot of anesthetics into the drug supply, and worked tirelessly to make it look like a plant-based drug that conforms to the medieval setting, so as to ensure that the players can get injured and go into battle at any time.
Although the battle at the resource point was not insignificant, Luo Qingtian's team must have found no wardrobe, not even a single piece of clothing, only a rough sewing kit. Xia Tian took off his shirt without hesitation and asked the doctor to help him mend it.
For a moment, Bai Jing'an seemed to want to stop him, but he still didn't say anything—it's normal, the clothes can't be worn without mending.
Xia Tian tied up his messy hair, old wounds from the past can be seen everywhere on his body, which is a bit tragic, as it always is in the lower city. He sat there comfortably, and the sun was very comfortable on his body.
Tactical Planning gloomily glanced at his naked upper body. Xia Tian was quite familiar with Bai Jing'an's expression, and he probably wanted to say "one hundred and eight things you shouldn't do". He ignored him and sewed clothes on to him. ah.
The doctor took the clothes to be washed and dried again, and the procedure was completely wrong, and the movements were so clumsy that Xia Tian was sure that he would not live long.
He sat for a while, plucking some wild flowers boredly, trying to weave a wreath. La Tie came over, looked at it expectantly, and then actively searched for various flowers to match him.
The doctor looked at this scene curiously, probably wondering that the two killers in their team would be interested in Xiaohua Xiaocao.
In fact, it is quite normal, there are no flowers and plants in the lower city, only mushrooms, molds and plagues can be seen everywhere, and the TV dramas in the upper city like to say that the former is a scene only in heaven.
So they are the kind of people who always feel that sunlight, stars, and plants are important things to pay attention to, luxuries that are hard earned. Although it doesn't really improve your life at all.
From the first time we met, Xia Tian gave La Tie a clear signal to "get away" and added "I'll be annoying just looking at you" as an enhanced version, but this person still keeps coming to him, wishful thinking They have a common language.
Now he was watching Summer weave the wreaths, and started talking to him on his own.
"I stole a bag of biscuits from a friend once, and we were craving biscuits," he said. "The owner sent a hellhound after us, and he loved seeing that. You know a hellhound? It's that long with a few heads, and spiked…”
"Of course I know Hell Dog." Xia Tian said.
Latie laughed, as if realizing that the question was too silly. The doctor tried to join the conversation, saying, "I've only seen hellhounds on TV. Does anyone in the downtown have that kind of thing? No hair, three heads, and cannibalism?"
"It's mainly for guarding the house." Latie said, "You're talking about highly mutated breeds, only rich people can afford them. The ones running around the city are actually thin, misshapen mongrel dogs. They are everywhere, and there is no place to hide when they are chased by the dogfight ring."
"The dog ring?" said the doctor.
"Well, when they catch the dogs, they inject them with mutating drugs, and then they put them on the field to watch them kill and play." Latie said, "After the drugs, they will go crazy and grow as big as calves— "
Xia Tian listened to him silently, he was familiar with this set.
That kind of cheap highly mutated medicine is also called star medicine, and it costs one yuan a piece in the grocery store, and ten yuan a dozen. After the injections, the dogs' skin becomes hard as leather, their blood-red saliva drips, and they sometimes grow new, misshapen heads.
The mutated dogs can only live for a short time, they seldom eat, and always want to kill something. Those people enjoy watching them fight, sometimes betting on the outcome, and more people just watch.
When Xia Tian was a child, he also took over the job of disposing of dog corpses. It was a job like a nightmare.
"It bit my leg and dragged it outside. It had two heads, and you didn't know what to do with it," Latie continued.
"Attack the heart." Xia Tian said.
"The spine is also fine." Bai Jing'an said beside him. Xia Tian glanced at him.
"I still have a scar on my leg!" Latie said cheerfully, pulling up his trousers to show the wound.
Xia Tian took a look, the wound was deep enough to see the bone, half of the calf was bitten off, it was unbearable to look at.
He noticed that Bai Jing'an's right leg trembled, and unconsciously retracted it, and put his hand on it, his fingertips trembling. His movements were concealed, but Xia Tian knew that it was the reaction of a serious old injury.
Even if some injuries are healed, a certain part will remain in your body for life. When you wake up in the middle of the night, or during a stressful moment, or just having a normal chitchat, something cold and gray pops up and tells you that things are not going to get better in this life.
"I hid in the sewer for half a year," Latie continued, "living by eating garbage..."
"Let me guess, you didn't eat a biscuit in the end." Xia Tian said, "Your friend is fine, he was surprised when you found him, saying that he narrowly escaped the owner's pursuit, but he thought You are dead. He is very happy that you are alive, but you'd better leave his house now, because you are a wanted criminal in the whole district, and he doesn't want to be involved. So you had to leave your hometown and go to the underground arena."
"I know you think I'm an idiot," Latie said, "but Russ is a good guy. The underground arena sucks, but I survived and came here."
He also gestured, as if this is some kind of heavenly place.
Xia Tian moved to the side.
"You're so hopeless," he said, "stay away, what about the infection!"
Latie smirked at him, not at all angry at the attack, it was simply a capitalized tragedy, and he swayed in front of him every day, which made people irritated.
Next to him, the doctor Qiqi Ai asked Latie what the biscuits he was talking about, not the black name for a precious food that he didn't know.
Latie explained that they are ordinary biscuits, which are very common in the upper city, but very rare in the lower city. There is very little food there that has been exposed to the sun, only the solarium grows crops, because half of the "Two Cities Trade Agreement" has to be handed over to the upper city.
"I'm sorry..." said the doctor, "I've heard of the agreement, but... I don't know..."
"Come on, it's not your rule." Xia Tian said, showing him a smile.
Xu Peiwen lowered her head to avoid his gaze. He always has a bright smile, but there is a coldness in the depths, which can frostbite people.
After that, everything was calm. On the third night, they encountered a damaged two-person team.
Xia Tian killed one, and La Tie fought with him for a long time before letting him go because he was yelling to surrender.
"He surrendered," Latie said. "I won't kill anyone who surrenders."
His voice was firm, almost chivalrous.
Xia Tian made a speechless expression. "We need points!" he said.
"He lost his sword and knelt on the ground crying, what else can I do?!" Latie asked.
Xia Tian thought for a while, and found that he really couldn't answer, so he could only say bitterly: "Anyway, your surrenderers won't survive for a few days!"
"He's not 'my' capitulator!"
When speaking, they were resting in a hidden area by the river. Many teams quarreled over whether to let the surrenderer go, or even fought, because any life represents points, and points are very important. In addition to helping to advance and exchange for bonuses, it can also prove that you have not fished on the field. You know, once the planner feels that you are not working hard enough, they will try to come up with some emergencies to help you increase your points, or make you someone else's points.
Xia Tian took a look at Bai Jing'an, the man was looking at the terrain absent-mindedly, with an expression of no desire, no desire, otherworldly. Noticing that Xia Tian was looking at him, he glanced back, "Then what do you tell me to do" was written on his face, Xia Tian really couldn't think of what he could do, Bai Jing'an finally said: "At least bring back a sword."
"Okay." Xia Tian said. That's all their tactical planning has to say about it, what a peaceful and friendly team.
The topic was revealed at this point, Xia Tian continued to weave garlands idly, and La Tie helped him.
The doctor began to popularize the wild flowers around him, such as willow gentian, primula, etc., obviously he is an expert in wild flowers.
Just when he was complaining that some of the flowers shouldn't be blooming in the same season and at the same altitude, Xia Tian suddenly raised his head and gestured to Bai Jing'an.
There was a faint sound of iron clashing upwind, and whoever was there had tried to keep it as quiet as possible. But the competition is long, and it is inevitable that there will be some negligence.
The surrounding immediately became quiet, La Tie stretched out his hand to get the supplies, only the doctor asked "what", Bai Jing'an and Xia Tian quickly exchanged a few gestures, and after five seconds, the four of them dispersed silently and entered their respective tactical positions. The garland was thrown deep into the grass, and the jungle returned to silence in a blink of an eye, as if no one had ever set foot in it.
Soon, he heard footsteps, more people than expected.
They all know the next plan: if it is a soft persimmon, they will rob it; if it is not easy to provoke, everyone will lie quietly and let them go away by themselves.
Here comes a group of troublesome characters.
It was a combined team of seven.
The organizers don't like players forming teams, because in the end it will always be a large-scale gathering, turning into a situation like the Three Kingdoms contending for hegemony, and losing the fun of the Asaijin competition system.
They revised the rules again and again. The latest regulations only allowed two teams to combine temporarily, and they had to pay a considerable price of points.
So most people don't like to form a team, and if they do, there's a reason why they must.
Judging from the way these people passed through the woods miserably, they probably encountered a strong team three to four hours ago and temporarily huddled together to survive.
Xia Tian didn't know what was going on with the team they met unexpectedly—hope was all dead—only guessed that it was probably very dangerous, there was one person missing in the team, and three other people were injured, but they had been bandaged and did not affect the battle.
These people looked tired, but they all marched in strict accordance with the battle formation. Everyone carried dry food, a long sword in their hands, and two crossbows, and none of them seemed to be engaged in network logistics.
The moment I saw it, Xia Tian decided to keep quiet until these people go away, so that everyone's life will be easier.
At this moment, in the clear blue sky, an owl spread its wings illogically and landed on the branch above Xia Tian's head.
It looked at him with cold and inorganic eyes, and then let out a shrill scream.
Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the bird, Xia Tian unconsciously grasped the long sword, and met the shocked eyes of another person for a moment. He's totally exposed.
— This is what the organizers want, a "mourning bird". They are going to fight. Want more blood. to die.
The leader rushed towards Xia Tian, who grabbed his sword to meet him, and the scream of the owl was a death knell, tolling between the two teams that had no enmity or enmity.
Either you die, or I die.
2.
The leader of the other party was dressed in red and had injuries to his waist and ribs. He also seemed to be a celebrity in the killing show. He rushed towards Xia Tian, who blocked the blow with his sword, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.
The opponent dodges to avoid, but Xia Tian's sword hilt backhand hits his temple.
This trick was not played in a logical manner, but it worked well. He fell down, and he didn't know what happened, and no one cared about it. Xia Tian turned around, and the other two opponents had already arrived.
The battle began in a blink of an eye.
Bai Jing'an's position is a tall sycamore tree, there is no sniper in the team, so he has to serve concurrently. When the incident happened, he waited and watched the opponent's formation, and found that the moment the attack happened, the opponent's archers immediately began to distance themselves.
He grabbed the crossbow, took a second to prepare, pulled the trigger, and a short arrow shot out, hitting a man in the forehead.
He hadn't killed anyone in years, and he had thought about what it would be like to do it again, whether it would be strange, whether his hands would shake. But when it really happened, there was no such problem at all. It was like picking up a knife that had not been used for a long time, and found that it was still very skillful to use. The old memories existed in every cell. engraved in the body.
He calmly raised his eyes to look for the second person. After a while, the second person had already run five steps away and was on the periphery of the crowd.
Seeing the scene where Xia Tian hit his teammate's temple, that person immediately raised the crossbow, wanting to shoot an arrow in Xia Tian's direction, even if the shot couldn't penetrate the person's head, it might disturb his rhythm.
And at this moment, life and death are but an instant.
Bai Jing'an didn't care about the battle situation below, and then shot the second arrow, the tip of the arrow stably pierced into the man's wrist, the opponent's hand shook, and the short arrow that should have been shot towards Xia Tian flew into the sky. However, he reacted very quickly and quickly hid himself in the grass.
Bai Jing'an didn't move, holding the crossbow, waiting.
He didn't care about the chaotic battle situation. This is the Middle Ages, there are no encrypted channels, and the tactical deployment needs to be shouted. He also serves as a sniper himself, and what he wants is the effect of "everyone take care of yourself".
For a moment he felt like a carnivore hunting, waiting, a breeze, might be his chance to kill with one blow.
In a chaotic battlefield, the two opponents farthest apart stopped still, and the hunter and the prey entered a stalemate of life and death.
After a while, the battlefield changed again.
The man in red fell down, and Xia Tian fought with the two people who followed closely. Both of them are good fighters, they have a high level of swordsmanship, and they also have a lot of experience in how to kill people neatly.
Latie was on the other side of the road, and he got into a fight with a big man in armor, which couldn't end for a while. The doctor prayed somewhere, maybe behind which tree, he should be a priest.
In the chaos, a member of the enemy team discovered Bai Jing'an's location.
In any case, the sniper needs to be eliminated first, so without thinking about it, the man dodged a slashing sword light and walked towards Wutong in front of him.
He was a man in a linen coat, with a grim and composed expression, ignoring the chaos around him, walking across the battlefield, knife in his mouth, climbing up a tree trunk.
Bai Jing'an didn't realize that he was stuck in another battle. The assassin thought to himself that his side didn't have much to lose, as long as he could jump up and kill the sniper, the battle would be mostly won.
He lowered his body, like an insect that was born to prey on the tree trunk, with a firm expression, without sweating a single drop, concentrating on it, ready to kill with one blow—
A long sword rushed straight towards his back.
He was too focused on his prey, didn't notice anything wrong, and didn't have any premonition of death, it happened in an instant.
The sword was so powerful that it pierced through his back, through his heart, and through the tree trunk, nailing him and the sycamore tree together. He didn't stand a chance and died instantly.
Xia Tian's sword.
After throwing the sword, Xia Tian's situation immediately became very bad.
His situation was bad enough before, neither of the two opponents was a soft persimmon. When the incident happened, he was thinking about running away and fighting to separate the two, but at a glance, he saw the person who was walking towards Bai Jingan's hiding place.
He parried an opponent's sword, turned around, and threw the long sword in his hand at the height of the battle.
Later, some people said that when he killed people, he had a kind of madness that he didn't care about, and he would put his life on the gambling table at any time.
Sooner or later, this kind of person will lose everything, so that he will soon become the person with the highest pile of money on the killing show death betting table. At that time, some people also began to believe that he would never die, because he really survived too many times, as if there was an invisible hand guiding him.
For Xia Tian, the matter is not so dramatic.
Everything happened so fast that he couldn't even grasp the momentary thought. In some moments, you have no other way but to follow your intuition.
This intuition does not come from training software, but is practiced in countless moments of life and death.
And for him, these moments are really, really special. After all, on the dark streets of District N, he was always the one who had the most fights, the most feuds, and the most troubles.
In short, when Xia Tian threw his sword, he didn't look at that direction again, turned sideways to avoid the blow, took two steps back, drew out the dagger, and blocked another attack.
Blood seeped from between his fingers, and at the same time, the edge of another man's sword pierced his right shoulder.
He felt the familiar, shuddering pain, but at least it avoided his heart.
not bad. He is alive and can kill.
There is still a chance.
Bai Jing'an felt the vibration of the tree trunk, and knew that something must have happened, but he didn't have time to care about it.
He is staring at his opponent. At this moment, life and death are just a matter of a moment.
The breeze blew, and the man in the grass moved slightly.
This person has been staring at Xia Tian, moves, because discovered a chance that kills Xia Tian with certainty.
It was also the opportunity that Bai Jing'an had been waiting for.
The sniper raised the tip of the arrow slightly, put his hand on the trigger, knowing that he could solve the battle in just a moment, people like them can always solve the biggest troubles silently...
At this moment, a short arrow flew soundlessly from the plane tree, piercing his carotid artery. He didn't realize it at first, until he collapsed in the grass, put his hand to his neck, and found blood spurting from between his fingers.
He realized what was going on in an instant, but struggled to grab the crossbow, thinking maybe there was still a chance to do something, the situation was very bad—
In the end, he failed to raise his weapon, and his hand dropped again, completely motionless.
The surroundings were in chaos, no one noticed him except Bai Jing'an.
The tactical planner breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at the man nailed to the tree trunk. He must have been a handsome man when he was alive, wearing a linen coat, his eyes were wide open, the pupils had dilated, but he was staring at him as if he was dying.
Xia Tian's long sword was nailed on his body, so deep that it completely sank into the tree trunk and human body.
Bai Jing'an took a breath, looked away, and continued to pay attention to the battlefield.
A few seconds after Bai Jingan finished off his opponent, the scene changed again.
In the TV series, the contestants of the Killing Show often fight for more than ten minutes, but in reality, this matter is often swift, victory or defeat, life or death, are decided in the blink of an eye.
At the beginning of the battle, the man in red who walked in the front and was also the first to confront Xia Tian finally came to his senses.
Xia Tian's sword hilt hit his temple, which was very heavy, and made him faint for a while, but he woke up quickly.
He fumbled to find his sword first—it fell into the grass nearby—but he didn't stand up immediately. He is a professional, knowing that he is now in a rare state of concealment, and he has to assess the situation before going out.
Then he immediately realized that the situation was very bad. After a while, several of them had died, and the one hanging on the tree was especially terrible. He glanced at it, and it looked like Fu Qing from his clothes. I hope not. He is the calmest of them. He was supposed to wait until the middle of the fight and jump out at a critical moment to help solve the opponent.
Maybe that's not him, he'll poke his head out of the grass in the next second, tell him his plan, and then teach him that he's not calm enough, it's not okay to be so emotional in this place, but the hope of victory is great... Maybe he is Dead, pierced by a sword like a dog, hanging from a tree!
He felt extremely angry. Three hours ago, they had just gone through a fierce battle and lost a teammate. The opposing team was full of masters, and there were high hopes for the championship. One of them was his...old acquaintance.
not friend.
If you are on a killing show, it means you have no friends, because in this world, friends will always meet each other in a narrow way, it is horrible, and everything that happens becomes a cheap commodity on the TV station... He will not be the one who died in the garbage video!
He'll always be the one who doesn't get emotional in the end. People will hate you, they will fear you, but they will never talk about you like a wretch, and make your worst pain just another sad story!
So he looked the man in the eyes and killed him. He kept saying sorry, but he did it anyway, thrust the sword in, drew it back, looked into his unbelievable eyes, and ran away.
He deserved a moment of peace. How much fucking entertainment his killing provided three hours ago... Fuck it, he killed his best friend and cried bitterly in front of the camera, he deserves a moment of peace!
A twisted smile formed at the corner of his mouth, and he got up, knowing that he could get a lot of things in the killing show, fame, advertisements, money and bed partners, endless attention and discussions... except quietness.
This is his second Kill Show, and even in the big moments when his humanity is twisted, he can clearly see that the situation is in his favor.
No one noticed that he was still alive, and his position was excellent, right behind the extremely difficult long-haired man, who was also injured and could not cope with the attacks of the two of them at all.
Kill this man and he will be able to survive this battle.
No matter how twisted everything was, how many people had to be killed for it, all of them lived twisted and broken.
No one noticed him, no one cared about him.
This will be a simple and effective assassination, he thought, clenched the long sword, and stabbed fiercely at the back of Xia Tian's heart.
3.
Latie saw it.
He's not the strongest in the squad, and he hasn't been doing too well in combat lately, which makes him a little anxious, but he's a natural fighter and people need him to fight. He just needs a chance.
Then the opportunity presented itself.
At that time, he was fighting the guy in the armor so hard that neither could kill the other for a while. After the initial burst of slamming, both of them realized this, so they slowed down the rhythm, and at this moment, Latie saw the person who attacked Xia Tian.
He didn't think of anything as he rushed over.
Xia Tian is right, his brain is not smart enough, and he is not able to think about how to protect himself when he is in trouble. When he realizes the danger, he can only take the most simple and rude way.
He rushed forward, holding the sword of the man in red.
When he held the sword, the blade was no more than half a foot away from Xia Tian's back.
At the same time, this rescue broke the stalemate between Latie and his former opponent. When he rushed towards Xia Tian, his entire back was exposed in front of the opponent's eyes, and that person stabbed in with a sword without hesitation.
The sword pierced through the pull iron. He should have realized the result when he rushed out.
In fact, he didn't know if he realized it, he was not smart enough, but when he rushed out, he was sure that he made the right choice.
Now, with the blade digging deep into his body, he still thinks so.
He knew death, all men knew death, a door of glory that lay ahead for him, and yet he was terrified when it happened.
It is time, he thought, to put your nature and soul to the test.
That's what the Kill Show commercial says.
He certainly passed the test, and he's a perfect example of what this type of player can do in a kill show.
Sacrifice your life to save an up-and-coming star player. On the other side of the camera, the planning team stares with bated breath, watching the development of things, and a minute later, they will hug each other in ecstasy and cry with joy.
They kept their jobs, and the encounter was a test of true stardom, determining if Summer had enough luck and strength to get the company's resources tilted.
And the man survived the test, the mistakes were over, the dawn of new starlight illuminated the bleak workbench, the loan continued to be paid off, and it didn't end up in a kill show.
They didn't even watch the death scene on the screen, and they certainly weren't upset. Keeping a job in the upper city sometimes requires so many lives to be the bottom.
The moment the matter happened, Xia Tian felt the confusion of the opponent.
He didn't know why yet, but for someone like him, a second of distraction was enough. Seeing his opportunity, he plunged the dagger into the head of one of his opponents.
However, his skull was quite thick, so he couldn't pull out the sword for a while, so Xia Tian threw the sword away and drew out the dagger to fight.
The man fell to his knees, his eyes bloodshot, and tried to stand up, but kept slipping and falling, like an electric doll that had lost its energy. When it comes down to it, death is anything but graceful.
Xia Tian turned his head and saw a long sword piercing Latie, the man was still standing stubbornly, holding the sword that was stabbing himself.
The opponent was in a hurry to get away, and the sword edge pulled down, almost splitting the iron in two, but he still stubbornly did not move. If it was a small man, he would have been cut in half long ago, but La Tiie is a big man, so he can continue to be so stubborn and refuse to give in.
Xia Tian was stunned for a moment, a sword stabbed from the side and rear, he barely reacted, sideways avoided, almost fell down. The edge of the sword brushed across the cheek, and blood flowed out.
He ignored the people behind and rushed forward, grabbing La Tie's sword.
His teammates had no strength in their hands, so he easily got the sword. The man glanced at him, something almost a smile flashed in his eyes, and then fell down. Xia Tian stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but he didn't catch it. His body was so heavy that no one could catch it.
Just now that person stabbed from behind with another sword, Xia Tian retreated suddenly, the sword edge passed through his armpit, he turned around sharply, broke his arm, and at the same time the sword edge swung out, the opponent's head flew up, Rolled into the grass.
He turned around and walked towards the person who killed his teammate without stopping for a second, with a look of red eyes.
He parried a blow, and ignored the flying sword edge, piercing the man's left eye and piercing the skull.
He turned to look for another one, the sneak attacker in red, he knew he was not dead, but he had no time to be distracted, there were too many opponents—
Even if he didn't make a mistake, he didn't know what to do.
The scream of the mourning bird drove them to a dead end.
Xia Tian found the sneak attacker in the grass, he fell to the ground, a short knife with the initial configuration stabbed him through, the blade hit the liver.
Xu Peiwen stood there with blood on his hands, he looked up at Xia Tian, and stammered: "He wants to escape..."
He didn't say the following words, just stood there blankly, the words were meaningless before he died.
Bai Jing'an jumped off the plane tree, took another look at the corpse nailed to the tree, and was sure he was really dead. It looked ferocious, and at the last moment its hand was still stretched forward, but it couldn't move an inch, which shows how powerful this sword is.
He took another quick look at the dead bodies in the woods to make sure no one was alive, and then walked up to Ratie.
The man fell in the grass, his lung was pierced by the long sword, and he kept coughing up blood. Xia Tian knelt beside him, holding his head, at a loss.
The doctor looked at the wound and shook his head. The wound was scary, but he didn't vomit this time.
La Tie coughed heart-piercingly, blood sprayed out, the sound was very weird, it sounded like he was drowning in his own blood. He said, "I... passed the test..."
A group of people listened blankly, and Latie continued: "I did what had to be done. The hardest victories are born of tiny, unbelievable hopes..."
The doctor said: "The home page of the God of War column has a poem?"
Latie continued intermittently: "I have dedicated myself, I will be buried in the Shura field, and return to the arms of the God of War..."
It is indeed a poem on the homepage of Fujin TV's God of War column.
- There is an official deity in Killing Show called Ares, God of War. This deity is dressed in punk, with messy hair, a cigarette in his mouth, a heavy machine gun in his hand, and a crazy smile on his face. He stands on the top of tall buildings, with bones under his feet.
The TV station asked someone to write a special prayer for it, and there are all kinds of chicken soup for the soul, most of which are victory, sacrifice and hope. Your brilliant new life. Coupled with the famous killing show star handsome photos.
The massacre in District N back then was often compared to a large-scale sacrifice to the God of War, and he was also bound to the leader Bai Lin, saying that he was "a clone of the God of War that was so terrifying that it was almost brilliant." If Bai Lin is alive, he will definitely sue the Fujin Group for defamation. But he's dead, and they can do whatever they want.
It is a pile advertisement, a trademark, and behind it is a planning group and sales data. However, legends of efficacies are circulating everywhere on the Internet. People pray constantly, and it is injected into the soul along with marketing.
Now, Latie is coughing up blood non-stop, but still stubbornly chant intermittently for honor, embrace and victory. He looked at his comrades who were intact in front of him—in fact, they were not very intact—with shining eyes, as if they had accomplished a sacred and supreme goal.
Xia Tian laughed at his pride and honor, now that he is dying, he is still reading this stuff, he can only listen solemnly, no one can laugh at anyone at this time.
"In the test of blood and death, I will do my best...to contribute to victory..." Latie murmured, like a martyred warrior in a movie.
It wasn't until the light in his eyes dissipated, dim as gray, that Xia Tian realized that he was dead.
They stood in front of Latie's body, not knowing what to do.
After a while, the doctor said: "He said... to be buried on the field, is it in compliance with the regulations? Is the organizer allowed?"
"No." Bai Jing'an said. He paused for a moment, activating the intelligence of tactical planning.
"But there are special circumstances. If we have a ceremony and they broadcast it, maybe they will agree to leave the body here," he said.
"I know the saying," said the doctor, "death makes a place more historical, maybe they'll use corpses as markers, develop a plot or something. The official website will also launch a poll to let everyone decide if they are interested …”
He suddenly laughed nervously, and said: "I'm sorry, it's just a little funny... Our friend died to save us, and he said ad words before he died. In order to fulfill his last wish, we have to hold a funeral and earn sympathy points. Fortunately, the Internet Win the vote!"
No one answered, only he was smiling. There's something serious and cheap about it here, and it's hard to know how to react.
Bai Jing'an thought for a long time before choking out a sentence: "It's still very sympathetic."
"I want to vomit." Xia Tian said.
He turned and walked over to the woods, holding on to the trunk with one hand. He didn't spit anything out, but he didn't want to look back, just stared at the dark jungle.
It would be great if I could never look back and continue to move forward without facing this absurd and tragic scene.
But the day had to go on, he stood for a while, finally turned around and said, "Okay, let's have a funeral."
4.
They are going to dig a hole and put the iron in it.
This kind of work must have been performed by La Tieqian before, since he died and Xia Tian was still injured, so the doctor had to do it. Who told him to kill the fewest people.
Xia Tian stood for a while, then turned to examine the corpse. His battle vision has always been top-notch, and he knows what's going on at a glance.
He said to Bai Jing'an, "Thank you."
Bai Jing'an nodded and said, "Thanks too."
They stopped talking, Xia Tian went to the grass, picked up the lost wreath, it was very fresh, without any damage.
He took the wreath and carefully sat down on the ground, Bai Jingan gave him a hand. As a tactical plan, be vigilant at all times, but if there's one thing he knows about the kill show, it's this: It's perfectly safe. The organizers would be reluctant to let them die without this dramatic funeral.
Bai Jingan took the medical bag and said to Xia Tian: "Take off your clothes."
Xia Tian took off his shirt, Bai Jing'an went over to check, most of the bleeding had stopped, but the old wound on the lower abdomen was split open, and the blood kept oozing out.
"Needs to be stitched up," he said.
Xia Tian picked up the sewing kit and handed it to him with a nonchalant expression. Bai Jing'an said, "We still have some anesthetics."
Xia Tian fiddled with the wreath in his hand, and said: "When I came to Shangcheng, the situation was very ugly. I once told people that I would be successful, but no one believed it. Only the youngest sister believed it. She is not yet six years old. I said She'll believe everything. When I tell, I'll weave a garland and put it on her head, and she's so happy that she talks about it every day."
His voice was low because he didn't want to be picked up by the radio, it was a private conversation.
So Bai Jing'an tried his best to pretend that he was not talking, he took a stone, bent the needle, threw half a bottle of wine in his backpack to him, and said, "The anesthetic is not enough."
Xia Tian took a sip of alcohol, which was a type of strong alcohol that did not exist in the Middle Ages. The way he drank, he seemed to be used to this type of surgery.
"The day before the lottery ceremony, I received a call from her." He said, "She said that her mother died and was beaten to death by a client. We all said that he would kill her sooner or later, but she still didn't believe it."
Bai Jing'an's needle pierced his skin, and he didn't even catch his breath.
"She said Daddy was going to sell her, and she heard him talk about the price. I sent her to find a friend... as unreliable as most friends, but if she was diligent enough, she might be able to keep her for a few days. At least there should be some conscience. It is hard for me to imagine what will happen to her when I die, and I promise her that I will live and pick her up." He continued.
Bai Jing'an suddenly realized that he had seen Xia Tian answer that phone call, it was during a training gap, there was no picture when the phone was answered, only voice.
Xia Tian sat in the corner of the training room, leaning his head against the wall, as if he wanted to draw some warmth and safety from the wall, looking very tired.
His voice was gentle and serious, full of comfort, but he was fiddling with a small knife in his hand. The blade cut his fingertips. He stared at the red blood with a gloomy and cold face.
Bai Jing'an has never seen him like this before, even in the worst situation, he can quickly decide what to do next. He's crazy, and he doesn't mind being a little bit more crazy.
Now he knew why he was like that, he was making a promise that he couldn't keep, he was bluffing, promising a kid that it would fix everything, and there were no cards in his hand.
But he still confidently comforted the panicked little girl, as if he never doubted for a second that he would survive the disaster and that everyone would live happily together.
Bai Jing'an felt a suffocation in his chest, how could there be such a tortured conversation and such an unbearable predicament in the world.
"She really believes, wreaths, sunshine, things will get better, a big house uptown." Xia Tian said, "I always thought she was out of her mind, that kind of hope... It's terrible, it's ridiculous, you can't do this, you'll An ugly death."
Xia Tian lowered his head, his hair loosened a little, and the sky became darker and darker, Bai Jing'an couldn't see his expression clearly.
"You can expect nothing in this world," he said in a muffled voice.
His appearance made Bai Jing'an want to say something, saying that things are not so bad and everything will be fine, but he couldn't say anything.
Because he's right, it's such a sad and cruel world. While there are times when you have to hold on to something to anchor yourself so you don't slip into the abyss, everything you see is fragile.
So in the end Bai Jingan just cut the stitches, tied the bandages, thought for a while, and patted Xia Tian on the shoulder.
The doctor dug the hole, they put the body in it, and stood there, wondering if they were going to say something. Funerals have to say something on TV.
The doctor glanced at Bai Jing'an, and didn't mean to say anything—usually they presided over the funeral—he stared at his toes, as if there was something particularly worth seeing there.
The suffocating silence lasted for more than ten seconds. He decided to fill in the blank speech, so he stammered, "I... let me sing a song."
Then he started singing.
It was an episode of "Son of Darkness", a TV series he had been following, and it was about when the hero went to save one of his friends. In the end, the man only recovered the body. The rescue was hopeless from beginning to end. He knew it a long time ago, but he went anyway.
The song was not well-known, but he was moved by the gentle despair when he heard it for the first time. When someone died, he immediately thought of this song.
The Doctor sang: "On a warm spring morning she kissed him, and carried him away, and he lay in the bosom of the earth, and the trees rustled, like a child coming home; on a fine summer night she kissed kill him, take him away..."
The lyrics sang all spring, summer, autumn and winter. The tune has a monotonous ancient style. He is not sure that Latie will like it, but he should be more satisfied with the solemn scene of everyone standing in front of his graveyard singing.
He was a little worried about being laughed at before he sang it, but obviously no one is in the mood to laugh at him now.
They filled the soil, and the doctor said to Xia Tian: "Do you want to say something? He likes you very much."
"He likes everyone." Xia Tian said.
"Say something." The doctor said, "Just... just say something, you can't just say nothing."
Xia Tian glanced at him gloomyly, then turned to look at this lonely tomb, and had to rely on online voting to determine whether it could be kept or not.
"Okay." Xia Tian said, "The one buried here is La Tie. He was born in the T15 district of the lower city. I don't know who his parents are and whether he has ever loved anyone. I guess no one knows, and no one cares. This guy is an appetizer on a kill show, and his life is cheap."
The doctor coughed, feeling that his words were inappropriate, but couldn't muster up the courage to interrupt.
Bai Jingan just stared at Xintu without saying a word.
"I don't like him, I guess no one likes him." Xia Tian continued, "He has been destroyed, he has been used and hurt all his life, but he still doesn't give up, longing for something important and meaningful... Fools are generally So dead.
"But to be precise, he died to save me, although I'm not worth it. There are some things in the world worth dying for. A full meal is almost counted, but I definitely don't. The God of War prays Words don't count."
Xia Tian bent down and put the still very fresh wreath from the grass on Latie's tomb. There's a little blood on it, but he's dead and doesn't mind.
"Hopefully they'll let him be buried here after hearing your eulogy," said the doctor.
"He's dead, he won't pick and choose." Xia Tian said.
The doctor swallowed back the words on his lips, and looked at Bai Jing'an again, hoping that he could say something too. But their tactical planning focused on the new soil on the grave, and noticing his gaze, he raised his head and said, "Are you ready?"
"All right," said the doctor dryly. Bai Jing'an stood up, saying that this matter is over, he has the ability to make everything boring.
"Well... Shall we find another place to hide?" the doctor said.
"It's not easy to hide." Bai Jing'an said.
He looked up at the owl. Having made such a tragedy, it hasn't flown away yet, standing in a tree watching the remnants of the squad and their silent funeral.
"What's wrong?" Xia Tian said.
"They like you." Bai Jing'an said.
Xia Tian froze for a moment, Bai Jing'an turned and left, thinking in his heart, they want to see him and keep bringing the fight to him, I have to adjust my plan.
Xia Tian glanced at the owl, turned cold, turned and left.
He took two steps, then turned around suddenly, and blew a murderous kiss to the owl.
Bai Jing'an really wanted to rush over, grabbed his hand and dragged him down, out of sight of the robot bird.
He could almost hear the cheers from the planning team over the camera.
The general director of the 199th Killing Show was named Jakovsky—not originally, but he wished he was a little exotic.
His hair was dyed yellow, he always had an artist-like nervous air, he drank a lot of alcohol every day, and most of the time he felt that the job was crushing, and the alcohol made everything so much better.
Occasional sobriety is creepy, and he solves it with more booze.
He is rich, but the TV station has his lifetime contract. This is not the time when you make enough money to fly away. The company has to protect its investment.
The largest piece of the cluster of screens in front of him was cut in Garland Graveyard—they just named it. Latie's body was sunk in the soil, covered in blood, and an iron sword nearly split him in half.
Another cornered man, chasing the wrong light to come here, where there is money and promises and comfort, and then he dies in this huge, bloody, sticky web of corpses.
Xia Tian's three-person team is passing through a sparse woods, and several small windows can clearly see their expressions, especially Xia Tian.
Their golden boy changed clothes and looked not particularly painful. Yakovsky decisively switched to the background perspective, accompanied by sad music-the slow song version of "She Kissed Him". The funeral should be sad, and after a series of battles, the rhythm needs to be slowed down.