1.
The next few days were uneventful.
Xia Tian they have come across a few battles far away, but they have not come close. From time to time, a few people came across some dead bodies on the side of the road, and the organizer would not clean them up. Those people wished that this place would quickly become a Shura field. How exciting it is to walk across dead bodies.
Once they came across a guy who was alone and he screamed surrender and handed over everything and they let him go.
Another time when I came across the ruins of the battlefield, a guy wasn't dead yet, just curled up there and kept coughing up blood, making weird groans and whistles. There are very few players who have killed people to such an extent but did not kill them. It is likely that some sadist did it. There are many sadists in this place.
They watched for a while, and the doctor said, "God, kill him."
Xia Tian cut off his neck, and then said to Bai Jing'an: "Does this count?"
The doctor groaned, and Bai Jing'an said, "It counts."
There is nothing else worth mentioning.
But according to Bai Jing'an, now is the rest period before the big show, and the planning team is probably preparing a big deal for them.
The big business came after ten days.
It was already the fourteenth day of the third round of the competition. The doctor counted the number of days every day, rejoicing, and kept talking about how much income he would bring to his family by successfully surviving the first round of the toll race. He also said that judging from the number of people who died along the way, This round of competition should be able to end smoothly, there is no need for an extra game.
They were crossing an area of lush plains when it happened. This is a good place to engage in encounters. People hid in the grass and couldn't even see a shadow, so the group moved forward very cautiously.
In real life, maybe a little bit of luck, but in the kill show is like hell, there is no such thing as luck.
They passed through layers of grass waves, and came to an uninhabited village, which was empty, with a few corpses lying in the corner, still very fresh. They looked around the rooms, but there was nothing usable here, apparently just looted.
The doctor was not reconciled and continued to search. Xia Tian found a few old-fashioned coins under the cooking pot, although he knew they were reality show props, he subconsciously stuffed them into his pockets.
At this moment, he was taken aback for a moment and said, "Did you hear that?"
"What?" Bai Jing'an said.
"It's a bit like..." Xia Tian said, suddenly stopped, leaned against the ground, and listened with his ears.
"There's a lot of people coming this way," he said.
They exchanged glances, quickly stood up and prepared to retreat. Xia Tian looked around and said, "Where's the doctor?"
Xu Peiwen is not here.
He has gone too far, maybe it doesn't count in the outside world, but here, it is the distance between life and death.
As soon as Xia Tian and Bai Jingan went out, they saw those two people.
Next to another house in the front side, wearing red clothes, the style is a bit like a uniform, and it is easy to spot.
At the same time, those people also saw them.
Bai Jing'an quickly drew out an arrow and put it on the bow - it was too far away, the crossbow was not sure, Xia Tian was very surprised that he would use such an ancient thing.
The other party was also taking the arrow, but it was a step too late, Bai Jingan's arrow hit his chest. And Xia Tian has rushed to another person at the same time, sideways to avoid the blade, with the force of the impact, both hands twisted the neck of that person, knocked him down to the ground, and cut open the artery.
He turned his head and saw another body, the doctor's body.
He was already dead, curled up into a small ball, looking thinner and thinner, still holding a useless sword in his hand, blood was still spreading on the ground, it looked black. His limbs were twisted and he died some time after the stabbing.
They couldn't hear the sound at all, it was too far away, and the masters of the kill show always know how to keep the victims quiet before they die.
It was only now that he suddenly remembered that his name was Xu Peiwen. He didn't particularly think about his name, and it would be a waste to remember it, since he'd be dead soon anyway.
But when he died, he suddenly realized that he remembered it very well. He was a doctor, unemployed and in debt, had a wife, and a daughter. He thought he could survive, with only two games left.
He also remembers what he said to his wife on the phone, the lines he quoted, saying that "sometimes death brings hope and I would never give up hope, so I would rather die" and that if he died he would save his family , then he is very happy.
And no matter who he was, what he said, what kind of fan of TV series, in the end it was just a decoration on the field, just like Killing Show wanted him to do, bringing a little bit of bloody excitement in insignificant places , is all the usefulness of a person like him on the field.
Bai Jingan came over and looked at the corpse for a few seconds, but it was only a few seconds, the two turned their heads at the same time, and someone else came over.
Two other soldiers.
There should be no such things in survival games, but now they appear in piles, it is by no means a coincidence.
Xia Tian quickly hid behind the door, Bai Jing'an knelt behind the table on one knee, raised the crossbow, and shot an arrow at the person who was rushing in front, hitting the lower abdomen.
His companion rushed over, ready to deal with the sniper. At the moment of rushing in, Xia Tian grabbed the door and hit him on the head, he fell to the ground, Xia Tian grabbed his hair and hit the wall twice, he stopped moving.
Xia Tian put down the corpse, his expression didn't relax at all, he and Bai Jing'an quickly exchanged glances. It's windy outside.
Suddenly, it grew bigger and bigger, like an invisible army of thousands of horses roaring across the grassland, and it must be an army of ghosts, evil and cold, with malicious intentions.
Bai Jing'an walked out quickly, the guy who was shot was still alive, so Bai Jing'an drew out his dagger and hit him on the head. The opponent fell to the ground and died, and he walked forward without stopping. Xia Tian follows behind, they must evacuate immediately.
But as soon as they went out, those people appeared.
The wind was so strong that it was difficult to hear their approach, so that the army seemed to emerge from the grass.
They were wearing soldiers' uniforms, the same style as the previous ones, with a somewhat oriental design, and there were about thirty of them. The one in the lead rode a big white horse—yes, there were horses, but they were mechanical and couldn't be eaten.
Xia Tian reached out to grab the sword, Bai Jingan grabbed his wrist.
Xia Tian stopped his movements, stared at the group of people, tensed all over, thinking about the chances of surviving.
The lead guy looked down on them both. He has black hair hanging down his shoulders, handsome, and matches his uniform very well. I don't know if it's because of this that he is the boss.
"This is the territory of Lord Tianzhu." The handsome guy said with a tired face, "Since..."
He pauses, as if forgetting his lines. Then he said: "In view of various circumstances, the soldiers in the territory have the right to arrest all trespassers and throw them into the dungeon for trial. Don't resist, we hope to avoid unnecessary casualties."
He pointed to the back, where there were four or five captive-like guys, as a demonstration. Some of these people looked bored, some enthusiastically tried to talk to the soldiers on the side, and when they saw Xia Tian looking over, some enthusiastically raised their hands to say hello.
Two soldiers with indifferent expressions and shackles came out, behind them was an army with swords drawn.
Xia Tian glanced at Bai Jing'an, the man was still grabbing his wrist, he knew what he meant, but he wasn't sure why.
But the other party's expression was very sure, so he slowly let go of the hilt of the sword, let the two soldiers take away the weapons, put him in shackles, and then pushed them to join the sparse team of prisoners.
"It's an easter egg." Bai Jing'an whispered to him.
"What?" Xia Tian said.
"Easter eggs."
"I know the word, but..."
"The Asaijin competition system sometimes works like this," Bai Jing'an said, "It is said to be a survival competition, but when entering a specific territory, there will be a plot."
"Ah, that's why it's called 'Easter Egg'." Xia Tian said, "It's really... a fucking surprise."
He looked at the soldiers around him and thought to himself, obviously these are the contestants who got the Easter Egg NPC. I wonder if they were also very surprised when they got the lottery.
"This is a studio, so it won't be windy." Bai Jing'an continued.
Xia Tian nodded, since he didn't shave for nothing, it meant there was a purpose. This strange weather is to cover up the voice of the army, these people will not take the initiative to kill, but will take them to a specific location for a plot match.
It's right not to do it.
Xia Tian took a look at Bai Jing'an, his only remaining teammates lowered their eyes, with a meek and harmless look, as if he didn't take a gamble, those people killed their doctor just now.
He remembered the way he killed people just now, he stuck the knife into the opponent's head, and walked forward without stopping.
Bai Jing'an is not at all pretending to be peaceful, but a poisonous snake hiding deep in the mud, Xia Tian happily thought, wondering if someone in the army changed his mind, which one should he choose to kill would have a higher success rate of escape? a little.
The soldiers didn't search the old coins in their pockets, Xia Tian calmly took out one, the edge has been worn very thin, the appearance is shabby, it can be seen that the props team put their best efforts. But a lot of the time, you just have to rely on shabby guys to save your life.
Noticing that Bai Jing'an was looking at him, he showed him a bright smile, and his teammate also pulled the corner of his mouth at him, showing a suspicious smile.
A straw-haired soldier came back from the village, frowned and said to the leader, "They killed the four of us!"
"My God, I really want a cigarette," said the leader, but didn't say anything else. He moved the rein, and the thing obediently turned around.
"They killed our men!" shouted the blond-haired fellow.
"It's not mine anyway." The leader said, "I know you want to take revenge, but we have an order, so we have to take the living back, and the living is not enough to make up for ourselves, so don't make it difficult for you?"
The man gave Xia Tian a bitter look, and stopped talking. The others kept up with the large army and passed in the other direction.
The wind gradually died down, the sun set in the west, and the artificial sky of the arena was as beautiful as a dream.
Standing among so many people, looking at the beautiful scenery, but not having to fight to the death, it is really a fresh experience in the killing show.
2.
A group of people walked through villages and large grasslands. When the plot did not require fighting, the players got along with each other full of boredom and peace.
They soon entered an area that had never been marked on the map given by the organizer. Xia Tian glanced at Bai Jing'an, expressing that he had to find someone to ask about the situation, the man looked back at him, expressing to be careful.
Xia Tian took two quick steps, and raised his chin to a prisoner next to him holding a grass branch, counting it as a greeting. They nodded their heads before, and at this time they can be regarded as friendship.
Xia Tian stretched out his hand towards him: "Xia Tian."
"West City." The other party said and shook his hand.
"Do you know what's going on?"
"Not sure." Xi Cheng said, and glanced at a soldier beside him, "They said they had been serving as soldiers in the castle, and the Grand Duke told them to arrest people for sacrifice every day, and if they couldn't catch them, they would replace them with their own."
"Sacrifice?"
"New plans, new hobbies."
"Damn it used to be just grabbing resources, but now I have to act." Another prisoner said.
"Who told us to hit the sacrificial plot easter egg." His teammate said.
"Who doesn't know what's going on with the playing field board? Whoever they look at can fucking hit him!"
Several people complained in one go, how miserable the journey was, how many people died, how ugly the death was, and how hard it took to escape from death. Later, the soldier who played the soldier also interrupted to chat, talking about how he met a star team in the second round, how to adapt to the situation, and the gun of so-and-so is so good... Apart from the final banquet, the contestants of the killing show are only in the plot. Seri can be so peaceful.
According to this person, they acted as "soldiers of the Mad Grand Duke". Because of such unsatisfactory life, this person dedicated himself to the evil god and let the evil pollute the whole land. strength.
This kind of evil is like a vortex, with a kind of suction, which will attract desperadoes from different eras to this land, so the plot can undoubtedly be justified.
Well, they are already unlucky enough to be the players of the killing show, and then they are actually attracted to the Middle Ages by this bloody hyperdimensional vortex, what a fucking unlucky ghost.
"So," Xia Tian said, "we can see a palace later?"
"Gothic, super big," another soldier said, "We've been there since we came in as 'slaves of the devil', arresting people everywhere, and if we can't catch them, we will stay there forever, accepting the gods to fuck Eternal punishment."
"Eternal punishment?"
The man gave him a sad look and said, "You won't want to know the details, I promise."
I have to say, this easter egg is very stylish.
They saw the castle from a long distance away, and it was like a dark cloud at the end of their sight. It was extremely huge, as if the world would end there, and there would be no more roads.
This thing was printed within a year, but when you walk in, it still feels very eerie, sinister and mysterious, hiding ancient monsters.
When we got to the castle, the leading guy—they called him Doug—leaves his horse and goes somewhere, maybe a tavern or something. All the way, he looked hungover and hopeless.
Several soldiers took the captive to the dungeon.
Since the castle is gorgeous, it is conceivable that the dungeon is equally luxurious, after all, this is the main area where the story takes place.
The captives followed the soldiers through the long corridor. Torches were lit on both sides of the walls, and each pedestal was carved with exquisite patterns of ghost heads.
A group of people walked down the long corridor and down the steep stairs. The whole building seemed farther and farther away from the normal world. The corridors and stairs were as close as possible to the style of "into hell", giving people a hopeless place to go a feeling of.
Xia Tian smelled that smell from afar. The smell of blood and corruption.
He knew the smell and felt a slight shudder in every cell. It's not one of those pretentious things, and while it's not forever, it's definitely very real.
— People died there. A lot of people.
Soon, the soldiers led them to a circular underground hall.
The zenith of this place is almost 20 meters high, and there is no light coming in, so it can be seen that it has entered the ground very deep. A huge candle chandelier hangs above, burning with claws and claws, bringing light that flickers on and off.
Compared with the natural formation of the hall, the surrounding prisons seem much more suitable. Inside, some captured mercenaries have been locked up in darkness, there are faint traces of blood on the railings, and instruments of torture are hung on the walls. The whole space is very depressing, with a sense of ancient and cruel history.
Xia Tian glanced at the rectangular altar in the middle of the hall, with characters engraved on it, like some mysterious and evil foreign spell, which should be the result of art planning. The blood had stained the stone black, and it wasn't just one or two dead.
It is more like a execution ground than a dungeon.
Nearly a hundred people have been imprisoned in the surrounding cells, all of whom were unlucky enough to bump into easter eggs. The soldiers found a random room and stuffed them in.
"What's the situation?" Xia Tian said to a soldier, and they were quite familiar with each other along the way.
"The kind of situation the organizers like," said the other party, locking the cell door and sighing.
"You'll have the scene to watch later," he said.
"on site?"
"You won't like it," said another man in the cell.
Xia Tian turned to look at the speaker, he was leaning against the cell wall, handsome, with a frivolous self-confidence around him, even in the bloody dungeon, wearing shabby clothes, still like a high-standard reception.
There were four or five people in the cell, and a guy in the dark was wounded, his shoulder was roughly bandaged twice, and he was still oozing blood.
It seems that one died earlier. There was a large black and red blood stain on the ground. With a little fire, you can see patterns and characters carved on the floor. The blood extends for a short distance along the gully, as if written on the floor of hell. on the word.
Then things are old-fashioned, and everyone introduced themselves. The one who pretends to be a rich man is called Fusen, and his occupation is a soldier. There's a guy with silver streaks called Slope, who's a sniper, or something.
If it is a modern model, a group of people would probably exchange cigarettes, mobile phone numbers, etc., but now all the exchanges are complaints.
—"What the fuck is the organizer doing for Easter eggs? Isn't it good to just fight?"
"The rule in the entertainment industry is to constantly innovate." That Fu Sen said suddenly, "This version looks good so far."
He was ignored, a topic that would be welcome at a dinner party but annoying in the moment the person was going through.
Bai Jing'an didn't speak the whole time, looked around the cell, and suddenly said: "Is there any idea to escape?"
The surroundings were quiet for a while, probably did not expect him to say such words suddenly. Finally, the sniper named Xiecao said, "A little bit."
Bai Jing'an nodded and turned to show that he was listening.
——Later, Xia Tian thought, since the easter eggs they entered were in the plot mode, of course it was impossible for the organizer to let a bunch of players wait to die in prison, it was too unspectacular. There must be escape routes.
This judgment was correct, and in the next three minutes, several people in the cell explained their escape plan to them.
This dungeon is a stone building. Not long ago, a group of people found a crack in the stone slab under the straw, which was quite deep. Some people put their ears to listen and could hear the sound of water flowing below.
"That is to say," that Fusen said, "it's either an underground river or a sewer."
He smiled when he said it, articulated his words clearly, and knew he was speaking an important line.
A young man next to him continued unconsciously: "We tried to pry the slate open, but it was difficult. This thing is extremely heavy, and we have nothing in our hands—"
He stopped, and the footsteps of soldiers could be heard outside, very neat and powerful, not like casually strolling.
The young man flinched, and the entire cell fell silent.
Xia Tian thought, this is probably "you will have a scene to watch later".
The appearance of the Grand Duke Tianzhu is quite scary.
First, there was a heavy rumbling sound from the gate, and the fire light reflected on the ground, making his shadow huge. You can see that he is wearing a thick fur coat, walking like a beast, with hunger and bloodthirsty desire.
Several people in the prison quickly blocked the floor with straw, stood in front of the crack, and acted as if nothing had happened.
Grand Duke Tianzhu walked into the hall and entered everyone's field of vision. Xia Tian found that he was not tall, and he was wrapped in fur. His complexion was pale and his facial features were beautiful, but there was something fanatical in his expression.
"According to the custom, I have something to say to the subjects who come to my domain." He said, his voice was hoarse, as if injured, "Welcome, you will become my eternal residents, a part of my land, your flesh and blood Will feed my castle and strength, and you shall be subjects of my eternal youth and reign."
"Does anyone think he looks familiar?" Xi Cheng said from behind.
"It's Wei Ling." Fusen said.
"Who?" Xi Cheng said.
"Wei Ling, everyone." The other party said.
"That star?" said the young man, introducing himself as Fang Youtian, a sixteen-year-old sniper.
"The clone may be a cyborg, who knows." Fusen said, "Fujin TV has all the portrait extension rights of Wei Ling, and you can do whatever you want with him... Do you know the portrait extension rights?"
"Is it all the in-depth extension rights related to appearance?" Fang Youtian said weakly.
"I don't think there is anyone who doesn't know."
Xie Cao stared at the Grand Duke Tianzhu who walked in, and said, "I think he is crazy, normal people don't have such actions."
"The killing show likes to be crazy, and there are several crazy people in the classic scenes." Fusen said.
3.
Xia Tian was very uncomfortable listening to this "deep extension right", because all his rights were also in the TV station.
At that time, those people dragged him out of the prison, gave him a shot of energy, pushed a pile of documents to him, and stuffed a pen into his hand.
Xia Tian signed without looking at it, and he had no choice.
He has no conception of what extension of individual rights matters. In retrospect, he also only knew that celebrities—or at least their faces—would often appear in the kill show, and that there would be actual monsters in the show, but he didn't expect to be able to combine them into a new product.
Of course, even if he knew, he would still sign it, and he would never go back to prison. But that doesn't mean he won't be very upset.
The unknown creature walked past the cell and said softly, "Now, I need someone to visit my blood altar."
Everyone is silent, no matter it is a robot, clone, cyborg, or other genetically modified monster, but at this moment, this product controls everyone's life.
It stayed in their cell in Xia Tian for a while, its face was full of ecstasy, its eyes glowed dark red in the shadows, and some genes had been added.
Xia Tian suddenly wondered what this one-time creature was thinking, did it really yearn for power and immortality at all costs? Does it know that it burns the whole soul, but is just a commodity for people to buy
He gripped the sheet of metal tightly, the sharp edge digging into his palm.
But then it walked away, wandering off to another cell.
It walked slowly through all the cells in this way, looking at each one for a while, creating an atmosphere of terror, and seemed to enjoy the process.
It finally stopped at Xia Tian's cell side again.
It reaches out and points to a person.
Everyone in the cell froze there, then carefully looked around to determine who it was referring to.
Three seconds later, everyone quickly moved away from the area in the direction of its finger, revealing the people behind.
Didn't find him before Xia Tian. The man was dressed in dirty clothes and could no longer tell what color he was. He hadn't spoken a word to them before, and he hadn't introduced himself. He was curled up in the corner of the dungeon like a big piece of garbage.
Seeing the movement of Grand Duke Tianzhu, he desperately shook his head and dodged to the side, trying to avoid that deadly finger. The Grand Duke smiled admiringly—what on earth did they add to his genes—pointed at him with his slender fingertips, and let out a "giggle" laugh.
After a moment of silence, a soldier shouted at the man, "You, come here."
The other party curled up in the corner, closed his eyes tightly, motionless, still muttering something to himself, and refused to cooperate.
The soldiers were obviously very familiar with this kind of non-cooperation. A tall soldier instructed the prisoners in the cell to stretch out their hands, handcuff them to the railings, and then went in to arrest them.
Although everyone in the prison is now a player and a star, most of them have been in prison and know this procedure, so they cooperated with the jailer to lock it up, watched two soldiers walk into the cell, and dragged the guy out.
The man was struggling, screaming like crazy, completely broken, telling him to surrender and to do whatever he wanted. It looks a bit like one was taken out of a carnivore's cage to die.
The people around looked at this scene indifferently, and in the brief conversation and exchange of eyes between several people, Xia Tian knew that he was not familiar with them, and did not belong to any team. The current situation is so commonplace that it is not worth making a fuss about.
Fusen was handcuffed next to Xia Tian, watching this scene calmly. The sixteen-year-old sniper Fang Youtian stared at his toes, as if he was about to cry.
"He's on the blacklist." Xi Cheng comforted him.
"What?" Fang Youtian said.
"He surrendered." Xicheng said.
The other party was stunned for a moment and nodded, although he didn't seem to feel much relieved.
All Killing Show players know this unspoken rule, and they must not violate it no matter what.
—In the Killing Show, the organizers don't like people surrendering very much, but they can't just stop it, so they tried every means to retaliate, making it a truly impossible option.
This is the deadly blacklist rule.
Once on this list, the planners will soon send you to a dead end. You might be adding color to a show, or cashing in on a more popular star, and sometimes they even go to the trouble of using clever cuts to make you look like a cowardly villain who ends up being killed by the hero, forming A little orgasm that pays off.
However, although you are on the blacklist, you will most likely end up in a tragic death and be cast aside by hundreds of millions of people, but when things come to an end, no matter how you control them, there are still too many screaming and surrendering.
Now, they saw a "retribution" on the spot.
The soldiers dragged the surrender out of the cell and threw him on the altar where they could clearly see that he was incontinent. A guy in the next cell yelled, "Urine altar!"
A few people laughed, but the air of fear never dissipated.
A guy in a cult-style black robe deftly handcuffed the man to the table, and the man struggled desperately, but to no avail, the man was skilled in his business.
A soldier walked over and helped Xia Tian untie the handcuffs. Several people didn't notice, all staring at the altar.
This place has a good view, and the surrounding area is quite quiet for a while.
"They keep screaming so badly." Fusen said in an enthusiastic tone, "You know, there is a saying in "The Origin of the Killing Show" that this kind of screaming is especially helpful to the ratings, because it comes from the heart. , will create a particularly real barbaric and cruel atmosphere, which cannot be replaced by acting skills. The most attractive part of the killing show is the truth."
Xia Tian glanced at him, and Fusen noticed his gaze, and turned to look at him, showing a haughty smile.
"Xiamen... Are you from the lower city?" He said, "That name is quite imaginative."
Xia Tian showed him a bright smile and said, "I think so too."
Xicheng grabbed the soldier who hadn't left through the railing, and said, "What is this for?"
The other party took a deep look at him and said nothing. On the platform in front of him, the sacrifice screamed desperately, and his voice quickly became hoarse. He yelled, "Let me go, I have information! They want to escape—"
At this moment, the guy in the black robe nimbly picked up a piece of coal from the nearby stove, unscrewed his jaw, and stuffed it into his mouth.
This scene even silenced the seasoned contestants in the hall. The sacrifice opened his mouth wide, but he could no longer scream.
Silence shrouded the dungeon strangely. After a while, the man began to make intermittent sounds, but it became extremely weird, like the sounds of animals, not human at all.
Probably the charcoal fire wasn't hot enough, the organizer still hoped that he could call it out.
The Grand Duke Tianzhu with a star face walked up to the sacrifice with a fanatical and cruel expression and smiled.
Then came the long torture.
The process was extremely bloody, and Xia Tian knew that there would be some... restricted-level footage in the killing show, but he had never seen anything like this.
The dungeon is like a VIP seat for the victims, and the scenes they saw have seriously exceeded the acceptance level of ordinary people, reaching the level of anti-humanity.
Someone in the prison vomited out, it was impossible to broadcast this kind of picture on TV, but... Xia Tian suddenly realized that there must be someone watching.
The process is too detailed, too long, and too professional. It cannot be required by the plot, and it must be aimed at a certain audience.
Grand Duke Tianzhu is an expert, and the guy in the black robe cooperates with him. He is also a talent in this industry. Both of them are very good at controlling the rhythm to ensure that the victim will not die no matter what.
On the altar, his movements were precise, and his expression was crazy and enjoying. This bloody act is extremely detailed and has its own set of standards.
The black-robed man was more like a skilled practitioner. His timing of stuffing the charcoal was very precise. He knew that this place was not a real dungeon, and he did not allow the tortured to betray others at all and beg for their lives. This is a show, no matter how hard you try, the role is doomed, you are the guy who wants to die on stage, you have to sacrifice yourself to entertain the public.
Looking at the process of abuse, Xia Tian felt like a saw was pulling the nerves, making something in the brain tighter and thinner, and it was about to break in a blink of an eye.
This stuff destroys a part of your brain, it's not a matter of a few drinks or LSD and you're never the same again.
Everyone hoped that the torture would end quickly, but there was no end to the torture.
From unseen places, there is a certain attentive and interesting gaze watching.
Perhaps some senior members with special hobbies, Xia Tian thought...had enough power, paid enough money, so he could see all these things, the cut flesh, or every detail that didn't sound like a human scream .
Deeper in his heart, Xia Tian knew the darkness in human nature, which he desperately wanted to escape when he went down to the city. But when he came to Shangcheng, where the sun was shining and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, he found that this place was also a nightmare. He just exposed himself to this desire more and became a fish on the sword.
He stood behind the prison railing, looked at the blood-red thing on the altar, and thought that it was not so much a torture platform, but a stage, and it was there to ensure that everyone could see it.
This is where they are.
Someone in a cell started to make noises. Although there was nothing to make noises about, they probably wanted to find something to do. They tried to suppress the screams with laughter, but they were unsuccessful.
The victim was already screaming, but it couldn't be ignored.
The blood flowed down the fine grooves on the altar, flowing through the layers of runes and patterns, like flowers blooming slowly under the firelight. This thing has been carefully designed, and the colors are so seductive that it can suck the soul of people.
In the end, even the last groans and breaths of the dolls on the stage disappeared, and they became completely silent. Someone in the prison said: "It will drag down the ratings!"
Someone laughed, but most of them didn't. The person who spoke must want to make a joke, but his voice was dry, not like a joke at all.
Someone in the prison vomited, and when Xia Tian first played, he vomited half to death, but now he has no such urge at all. He just stared at the altar, clutching the metal piece in his hand, the sharp edge left thin bloodstains on his fingers.
Bai Jing'an has been watching silently, Xia Tian can hardly even hear his breathing.
Then he suddenly stretched out his hand, patted on Xia Tian's arm, turned around and walked back to the depths of the cell, and looked at the underground passage again.
Xia Tian left the railing, knowing what he meant: it would not be ours.
— Not long ago, they had just experienced a brutal battle, which attracted the attention of the planning team. It has ratings value and they will not die in this way.
The star-faced grand duke left with a satisfied expression, dragging his fur and dignified steps, and the man in black robe and a few soldiers picked up the leftovers.
The whispers resumed in the cell, and the people in the cell next to him were saying that no one knew who the next sacrifice would be. At times like this, you can only hope there are blacklisted people in the prison. If not, then dragged out, anyone but the star is possible.
At this moment, Xia Tian suddenly realized the significance of killing the stars in the show. Players must climb up at any cost. This is the same as your skill, it is a real guarantee of life.
If you're not popular enough, cool enough, you'll be sacrificed, a victim of twisted desires behind the scenes, and die in front of the camera in the most brutal ways.
The organizers always say that this is a moment of courage and wisdom, but no one can escape from this kind of sacrifice, this is not a battle.
Just for fun.