Under the dark sky, in the huge open-air theater, hundreds of thousands of yellow-clothed figures in the auditorium on all sides were silent.
This sea of yellow clothes, like all the drops of the rainstorm, has gathered here, covering the air here with the breath of the yellow secret talisman.
And those people who came here inexplicably are all at a loss.
"Oh damn..." The Jacksons, the Davises and others couldn't say anything other than repeating this sentence over and over again.
They had no idea, but they also saw that even the gang of eccentrics who had the means were caught in surprise, and they didn't expect this great change.
Holly and other children could only helplessly hug their parents. Some children were so frightened that they cried, but the crying only aggravated the weirdness here.
It seems to be watched by countless pairs of eyes, and it seems that a pair of eyes does not exist.
Are those people real or fake? Is this megalithic stage fictional or real
It was a question that hung over the minds of all these uncorrupted aliens, and many dreaded the answer. Because sometimes, this state of ignorance brings a sense of security.
The locations of each visitor are some distance apart, but they all find that some of their things have changed textures, vehicles have turned into stone, guns have become plastic, and even baseball bats have become paper rolls...all in chaos.
"Hahaha! See it, my kingdom! These people are my most loyal servants, just because I am the lineage of Hastur, I am the master of Carcosa, and I will also be the master of this world! You, kneel before your king immediately!"
A frantic sound resounded in the sky, blowing towards it along with the messy cold wind. There seems to be something special in this theater, which makes the sound echo continuously.
The place where the voice came from was the middle of the boulder stage.
"Ruoxiang, everyone!" Wu Shiyu called, and Cai Zixuan scratched his head anxiously: "Squad leader, wake up, it's us."
The people who stood opposite were almost all of them who had studied the scriptures to the fourth and fifth secrets. Only Lou Xiaoning of the fourth secret is still standing here, but her only good left eye is also flickering with struggling light, and said in a low voice: "They have changed... They are not them..."
"No, it hasn't completely changed." Wu Shiyu can still feel the smell of formalin, although it is very faint, it shows that Wang Ruoxiang's self-awareness is still there.
"Shouldn't you be more worried about yourself?" Zheng Jialiang was still laughing wildly and said, "My servant, stop them quickly, these people have hurt your king!"
Xue Ba's mind was struggling and sinking, the gun was gone, and the decent weapons were gone, but the power of the scriptures and spells was precisely the power that affected them.
The dozen or so yellow-clothed figures approaching in front were definitely not easy to deal with.
However, at this time, those men in yellow didn't come up, and two tall figures among them held Zheng Jialiang's shoulders and pushed him to his knees.
"You, you..." Zheng Jialiang was stunned, looking left and right, but couldn't see through the two faces covered by the cloak, "What are you doing!" no activity...
At this time, he saw a short figure in yellow walking in front of him, and he asked angrily, "Mr. Wilde, what are you doing?"
The figure he calls "Mr. Wilde" is only about 1.23 meters tall, and his face is also hidden in the shadows, but if you stare at it, you can see that it is a flat-pointed deformed head. An old and ugly face, full of scars from scratches and scratches.
"I am the lineage of Hastur..." Zheng Jialiang said.
"You are not." A faint and hoarse voice came from the short figure.
The short figure threw a yellow talisman on Zheng Jialiang's head, and said hoarsely: "The throne has never belonged to you, and the crown will never be worn on your head. You are just a little thing." You can't even do a good job."
"Ah..." Zheng Jialiang's eyes widened in astonishment, anger and despair immediately spread over his face, "Mr. Wilde, you, you..."
Wu Shiyu, Cai Zixuan and the others frowned, what are they doing
Things happen so quickly that they finish before they even take their breath, so they don't have time to do anything.
There was another tall and burly figure in yellow walking forward step by step. A hand stretched out from the ragged cloak, holding a strangely shaped big knife. The body of the knife was also engraved with yellow talismans. Suddenly, the strong man raised his knife and chopped off at Zheng Jialiang's head, which was trying to lift up.
Click! The sound of skin and flesh tearing on the neck, the sound of bones breaking, the sound of the trachea being disconnected, and the sound of blood gushing.
A head flew out in response, with that young face full of anger, shock, despair, and puzzlement, and with blood, it rolled down on the stone surface.
It also rolled down at the feet of Wu Shiyu and others.
After a person is beheaded, the brain will not die immediately. From the interruption of blood and oxygen supply until the brain dies, the consciousness can still exist for tens of seconds, and the activities of the eyeballs can be controlled through the cranial nerves that do not pass through the spinal cord.
"..." Cai Zixuan saw Zheng Jialiang's extremely complex eyes at this moment, as if to say: Help me, save me...
"I'm obviously just a member of the recreation department..." Wu Shiyu murmured.
Even if they knew that this person was a traitor, whether it was Cai Zixuan or Xue Ba, they felt uncomfortable at this moment, and felt numb for a moment.
Zheng Jialiang, Xiaoliang... It seems that they didn't come to the magic department as a traitor. This newcomer who is highly expected and loved by everyone, the erosion and temptation he suffered, the voices he heard, the dreams he went to, and the changes in his will seemed to be more than others, making him the person he is today.
And the man in yellow named Mr. Wilde seems to be the behind-the-scenes man behind today's events.
These people... When they looked at the yellow figures around them, they all felt a hundred times and a thousand times more sinister than before.
With a bang, the two men in yellow let go of Zheng Jialiang's headless corpse, and the twitching corpse fell down immediately, and a pool of dark red blood flowed to the ground.
And the dozen or so traitorous Tianji personnel standing beside Wang Ruoxiang, Gao Yu, Zhang Zuodong and others remained expressionless.
It's not that they lost their souls, it's just that their attitudes towards things are different. Zheng Jialiang's death didn't cause any ripples in his heart. It would be better for this unlucky and stupid person to die as soon as possible, and there will be less noisy and crazy voices.
"False hopes and high ambitions all have a price to pay." Mr. Wilde said in a low voice, "But there are always people who don't understand this truth."
Those narrow eyes on that ugly old face made one feel chills.
False hope... Cai Zixuan, Lou Xiaoning, Xue Ba and the others tightened their hearts, and there was something lost in their hearts, falling into the ruins of their hearts.
Gu Jun is dead, he is indeed dead, as early as half a year ago on the deserted island in the dreamland, Gu Jun had already died.
Of course that figure, that voice was not him, but false hopes, perhaps created by this Mr. Wilde.
Zheng Jialiang died of ambition today, and they...are they going to die of hope
"No..." Wu Shiyu said softly, wanting to say something loudly, but he said it lightly: "No, Xian Jun is still alive..."
But she didn't know where he was, or if this was giving everyone false hope again.
"You don't have to think of me as an enemy, because that idiot said something right." Mr. Wilde continued, "This world will have a new kingdom established, and we, and you, will be the foundation of this kingdom." People, it's just that you don't know it yet. But you will always know it."
The hoarse voice suddenly became high-pitched, "You will understand!"
All of a sudden, the ragged clothes of those yellow-clothed figures in the auditorium on all sides slapped, and a huge wave of spiritual power rushed to the stage, and the singing sounded again.
"The king hasn't come yet. But, Kasida, isn't he here?"
The short figure of Mr. Wilde turned around and looked at Wang Ruoxiang who was a few steps away. Sing there, did not your blood tell you that your name is Kasida?"
Over there, Wang Ruoxiang's eyes were filled with the same strangeness, but her clear voice was just like the singing female voice: "Mr. Wilde, where is my tiara?"
At the same time, the mental force coming from all directions suppressed the members of Tianji who were still holding on.
But Xue Ba, Lou Xiaoning and others who were above the third secretary lost control of their bodies one by one and knelt down powerlessly.
"Ah!" For a moment, only Cai Zixuan and Wu Shiyu were left, and they could try their best not to kneel down for the time being, but they couldn't do anything else.
Everyone saw a figure in yellow, holding an exquisite tiara to Mr. Wilde, and the gems inlaid on the tiara were shining brightly.
Holding the tiara, this short figure walked towards Wang Ruoxiang, who was bent over, and wanted to put it on her head.
"Squad leader, wake up..." Cai Zixuan wailed.
"No, no..." Wu Shiyutong felt that formalin-flavored painful struggle was getting weaker and weaker, and another wave of frantic darkness was rising.
Was this part of the ritual itself? This part has not been destroyed yet.
Zheng Jialiang's role is only to push them to this point. What is really important is Wang Ruoxiang... What is important is her betrayal, her infiltration... With Wang Ruoxiang's talent and diligence, she will definitely be the first in the bureau to practice the sixth secret and the sixth secret. People of the Seventh Secret... Every practitioner after that will be influenced by her...
Wu Shiyu knew that if the crown was worn on Wang Ruoxiang's head, Wang Ruoxiang might change completely, just like Zheng Jialiang.
No matter how anxious she was, her own strength was barely enough to stand firm at this moment.
Xian Jun, Xian Jun... I miss him so much, otherwise why I always feel that there is a little familiar salty taste in the wind...