The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Chapter 1628 Sideshow Show (+1, two chapters in one, vote on vote)

The gong was officially played here, and Bei Zhikang finally let out a breath, sipped tea leisurely with his hands behind his back, and hummed a favorite opera excerpt from time to time.

Zhao Yang sighed: "Old man, do you know what is being said about our 3/7 base on the forum now?"

"Um?"

"'Oh, it's the base where Teacher Cang often goes,' that's what they said." Zhao Yang said, "They didn't say that this is the base where Li Cang is, nor did they say that this is Li Cang's home. I don't quite understand. What's the point of pulling like this? Sometimes, there is only a thin line between some things, but the results are completely different. "

"Okay, I know what you mean." Bei Zhikang raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Yang, "I'm old, and what matters is no longer what I can give him, but what I can leave behind, and what you can give him. What do you get?"

"This," Zhao Yang said suspiciously, "Old man, you are probably not secretly suffering from some terminal illness without telling us. If you don't have much time, you should have told me earlier. Now we have a bunch of old Chinese doctors in the first hospital and the second hospital who receive special subsidies. Mongolian doctors are all pretty awesome.”

"Get out! You little brat has no integrity at all!"

After a long while, Bei Zhikang, Wu Nansen and Staff Officer Lao Si finished drinking a whole pot of good tea. When Staff Officer Lao Si started to look for the toilet anxiously, the two old silver coins looked at each other for a long time.

"Yangzi, let Xiaobian start it too!"

"Clam?"

Bei Zhikang said sternly: "This battle must be fought beautifully, no matter the cost, one tooth at a time, the base must not repeat the same mistakes in the same thing!"

Zhao Yang chuckled and turned around to inform his subordinates.

The fact that Xindao changed from being a dominant player in the base to playing off-line and turning into a three-legged alliance with America and Monroe in the base still made the old man tense up. The impact may have been so bad that other bases have shaken the correctness of the system. level, so I had to choose this over-exaggerated method, otherwise with this old guy’s consistent style and urinary behavior.

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As expected, the old guy still has some energy. Not to mention, his methods are quite fierce and powerful.

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The national defense array is on the base of the island, the embryo of the Stafford Ancient Colosseum, and the home field of the side show.

In the middle of the side show where he and Liao Hongqing were having a heated discussion about whether to go to Baiyujing or the shooting range to wash their feet next time, he stopped midway. He confirmed the order again and again and took a deep breath: "Hey, buddy, you are lucky today. This group of people was specially selected by me by name. Look who they are."

Liao Hongqing stared blankly at the sideshow, but soon his expression changed, palpitating, trembling, and even a little crazy: "He, they are."

"Yes! They are from the group that came with you! Your enemies, right? How long will it take for them to die on the Fusheng Island Chain by themselves? Anyway, there is no shortage of workers in the Fusheng Island Chain. Man, the big boss asked me to pick people, so I figured out how to get them out! Don't worry, these are just a few of them, there are many opportunities later, maybe you can be in a bad mood when the base relaxes the policy. Let's relieve our boredom by watching the execution of their bad guys!" The side show said to Liao Hongqing in a carefree manner, "But it's not possible yet. Brother, you don't know how difficult it is to get a Chinese face out of there. This is still the case. The big boss personally handed me the words, otherwise I would have to choose some ghost guy——"

"Thank you! Thank you. Thank you."

"Damn it, don't cry. If you fucking want to cry, don't hold me and cry. Old people are watching. I'm innocent. Do you want me anymore? I have a girlfriend!" After a while, he waited. Liao Hongqing vented his emotions, and said to the side show, "It's a pity that you can't do it yourself. Look, you just have to support these people. Haha, the Fusheng Island chain is like a welfare home compared to me!"

Countless soldiers and ships were stationed behind the two of them. Located on the magnificent light belt of the base island was an altar that was not very decent and seemed, at least, not supposed to appear in the base.

Totems are outlined with simple lines on the slate floor, and eventually extend and climb to dozens of towering primitive rock pillars around them.

There is no sacrificial table, and there are no hangings, flags, prayers, or pillars.

Even the wine, melons, fruits, pig heads, peanuts and melon seeds that were supposed to be used for sacrifices were almost eaten by Bian Xiu and Liao Hongqing.

The side show lit three old cigarettes with thick yellow paper and almost put them in his mouth. He stretched out his hand and pulled a wine jar that was half a person high. He raised it towards the sky and towards the ground, and said something unclear in his mouth. He said words that no one could understand.

Most of the wine was sprinkled on the stone floor of the altar with his weird and claw-baring movements. After the blue-black stone floor was soaked, it began to show a strange blood-red color.

"Hmm~"

Bian Xiu winked at the tense and serious person in charge of the garrison. The soldier clicked the bolt of his gun, turned around and left.

"Uh-huh! Bah, fire, I mean give me a lighter!"

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Three Laohan cigarettes were lit, and the smoke curled up.

Strangely enough, a dull yellow-brown smoke like a sandstorm suddenly filled the altar a hundred meters away, forming an almost elliptical, eye-like mist deposition area. Except for this area, there was nothing around it. Change is business as usual.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of yellow paper ash, and with a bang, three old cigarettes were inserted straight into the stone floor.

At some point, Bian Xiu's outfit changed. He was wearing a mask with twisted lines but no face. He was wearing a dirty gray and yellow robe. Yellow turned into black and white, and black and white turned into five colors. The entire altar was bounded by a yellow mist layer no more than two feet high. The sun was shining above and the underworld was eerie below. Unpredictable ghosts, ghost faces, animal heads, and corpses and bones wandered under it, revealing a little scary from time to time.

"Take them over."

"Take them!"

The officer responded and waved his hand. A group of soldiers dragged the emaciated zombie-like people into the altar like wolves and tigers, and locked their limbs and necks to the ground with hidden locks and chains.

The officer took out a piece of paper with a red official seal and a red pen signature from his front pocket. On the back of the paper, there were even the words "xx quarterly tax report for xx year" and smaller handwriting. He cleared his throat: "Ahem, the following list of people will be sentenced to death and executed immediately, see: Li Dahua, Ma Changhao, Zhao Zhouwen, Ashfaq Knowles, Yisli Bakar——"

Before the third name was read, someone burped and fainted.

There was no charge, no statement, no prosecution, nothing, but what was more sloppy than sloppy was the execution method and atmosphere.

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This was also the first time that Liao Hongqing had a deep understanding of his friend. He had never thought that a handsome young man who could walk on his arms, stand on his fists, had a strong back and waist, a handsome face, and spoke as loudly as a bell, would change the whole style of the painting when he sang, just like a crow entering a bat cave. The violent and broken voice was weird and terrifying, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Hualala~

The rusty chains rattled, and hundreds of unforgivable men and women knelt on the stone floor as if being pulled by something, accompanied by dull or crisp bone cracking sounds.

Instantly, the wind blew up and the temperature dropped sharply, and there were cries and screams of begging for mercy and confession.

Bian Xiu turned a deaf ear to everything, and everything was in order.

You have been given a reprieve from death for so long, what dignity do you deserve? Death is the greatest thing, so you should die first.

The sound of torn clothes was endless, and naked human figures were forcibly pulled by some invisible force to bow their bodies, kneel down, and their five fingers were spread out to tear the muscles and cross to the wrists, holding the ground.

The black and red blood flowed from the torn fingers to the ground, and the lines that swam attracted each other, gradually drawing some seemingly chaotic and irregular totems and symbols on the stone slab.

"Get up!"

The Stafford Ancient Colosseum, which had been silent for several years, returned to the bustle. The seats, audience, banners, ribbons, animal pens and weapon racks were all back, and people were crowded. On the middle stage, a woman dressed like a blue peacock with its tail spread out and a giant man carrying a huge wooden totem jumped down and stood silently at the designated location.

"Stand!"

Bian Xiu pointed casually, and the five-colored mist gathered and suddenly gathered towards the totem giant. As the totem tattoos on the giant's body and the symbols on the wooden totem on his shoulder were lit up one by one, the five-colored mist that had entered the giant's body with his breath suddenly burst into countless fine cracks on his skin and drilled out again.

The giant's expression was distorted and he screamed hoarsely. All kinds of pain even crossed the barriers of flesh and space and began to affect the people around him.

Obviously, even for the corpse puppet, this ritual is still an unbearable burden for life.

Bei Zhikang has mentioned many times before that Bian Xiu is very special, very special. His ability is unique among many prayer skills. The scope of warding off disasters, exorcising evil spirits and warding off epidemics is too wide, not to mention that his ability is pure skill.

Theoretically, as long as there is enough piety and sacrificial rituals, he can systematically and strategically deploy group buffs that even Tao Hongben and Xiahou Haiwei, who personally presided over the design of the national defense formation, have to sigh in despair, and give all kinds of incredible abilities to the living and the dead.

It is precisely because of this that Bei Zhikang would use massive resources to push Bian Xiu's ability level up regardless of the cost, and in the end even the Stafford Colosseum was handed over to this young man. Now, Bei Zhikang, who has been criticized for a long time, may finally be able to emphasize the previous sentence in a low-key and polite manner: Look at you, Bian Xiu is used like this!

The final state of the Totem Giant was like a broken porcelain doll that was barely put back together. The dark and deep cracks crisscrossed the surface of the corpse, and even the slits on his chest could be seen, the glow of the skill seeds flickering slightly between the tangled blood vessels and tendons.

At this time, the Totem Giant's miserable and shaky body was brewing an incomparable sense of oppression, just like the lightning in a storm that lit up everything but the thunder had not yet arrived.

With the illusory sound of various weapons, ice blades, musical instruments and totems transformed from five-colored mist, the eyes of the Totem Giant who bore all this on behalf of Bian Xiu were less stiff and more agile. With a roar full of pain or heartiness, the giant suddenly inserted the totem on his shoulder into the earth.

The wind and clouds changed color, and thunderclouds gathered.

The blood-colored halo filled the altar, and then included the array base island, and spread, infected, and assimilated rapidly with the nodes and veins of the national defense array.

Buzz~

The national defense formation suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling light, like spring dew and autumn frost, filling the entire airspace with vibrant green and a touch of scarlet that doesn't fit in, covering a radius of a thousand kilometers. Its brilliance even suppressed the light and shadow of the jump storm at a certain moment, just for a moment, but it was still an undoubted suppression.

The next second, Bian Xiu spurted a mouthful of black blood.

Not only was he spurting blood, but his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all oozing out something that was either yellow-brown or dark-brown, similar to the texture of blood that was about to coagulate, and every pore on his body was like this. In just a few seconds, it was almost all over his body, making him look like a cast version of a fresh terracotta warrior.

"Don't move! Don't touch me!"

"Then what should I do, are you okay?"

Liao Hongqing stretched out his hand, neither moving nor not moving, his face full of anxiety.

At first, Bian Xiu could vomit blood-like substances, but in the end, it was all yellow mud soup: "I'll teach you a lesson. If you see this kind of thing next time, don't get involved. If I really have to go up to help, the most optimistic outcome is that you lie down and I get up!"

"Is there any pessimistic outcome?"

"Yes, we both lie down, and we might have to take them with us!"

Liao Hongqing may have been imprisoned and tortured for too long before, so his thinking angle is a bit strange. He thought hard for a while and chose to lift up the wine jar: "How about you drink some more to rinse your throat?"

"Fuck you" Bian Xiu was speechless , muttered weakly, "I didn't drink the fucking water just now, and you want me to drink it now?"

"What about the water?"

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Looking at the 3/7 base soldiers and fate servants who were like chicken blood, Lao Wang stared with his eyes wide open: "Oh my god! Is this a show? Is it so grand?"

The five-color mist and those rattles, drums, hammers, big bowls and other things are so easy to recognize. Although they are not physical, the tunes they make are really sunset, which makes people want to go into the house, get on the kang, close the door and weld the windows.

Li Cang watched helplessly as the strength of an ordinary auxiliary army boar knight jumped from 160c to 1.1kc. Even with his concentration, he felt a little frightened: "Fuck, I'm afraid that old Bei's silver coin didn't sacrifice that stupid boy Bianxiu to show off his face just to show off?"

Old Wang seriously agreed: "Absolutely, I can smell the movement of a fellow traveler on the old thing at a glance!"

"The national defense formation can actually be used like this. It seems that this thing is more expensive than I thought. No wonder the base is so poor."

"This is just showing off yourself. If Xiahou Haiwei, Tao Hongben, Martinis, and the four magic kings Get them together, tsk!"

"Xiahou Haiwei shouldn't be able to do it, he's not specialized in this area, as for Tao Hongben, that guy probably has most of his skills in vision and theory, he and Xiahou Haiwei are like Crouching Dragon and Phoenix."

"Teacher Cang"

"Hmm?"

"I feel old, I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten on the beach soon!"

"Stop chirping, go get some work!"

Old Wang finally felt comfortable, smiling: "Okay~"

Li Cang tried hard for a long time, but he couldn't see anything except that some of the panel attributes were ascending, but thinking about the fact that they were based on the National Defense Formation, this situation seemed to become natural again.