He Boge and Wei Taiqiang felt that Tang Tianjiao's words really spoke to their hearts, and they felt that they had to use that Tang Tianjiao.

That Tang Tianjiao looked at the two e-sports tycoons, and he was happy first, he said: "Although our current strength is not bad, but the competitive pressure we are facing is also very great, and the e-sports industry has indeed made a great contribution to the Xuanwu Kingdom." However, some of the people of this Xuanwu country can't turn a corner. Among those people, there are many people who don't understand that this e-sports is the intelligent society of the future, the most realistic simulation place, and the e-sports game will help those children to cope with all kinds of competition in society in the future. ”

Wei Taiqiang said: "That e-sports player, they are actually very hard, this e-sports game you want to play a little famous, not only in terms of intellectual effort, but also in terms of physical strength to pay a lot, those who love to herd cattle, they always think that they are doing labor, and other people's hard work is to enjoy." ”

"Actually, you should be marketing those electric cars, or that electric RVs, to those esports players," Hoberg said. ”

That Tang Tianjiao started to sell his electric RV, and in those big cities of Xuanwu, and in many places, that housing price has become a frighteningly high topic, but if not for investment.

That RV is actually quite good, because that Hoberg and Wei Taiqiang have already lowered the price of that electric car.

Yu Yali has already bought an RV for her mother, because this old woman not only likes tourmaline and other jewelry, she also likes to travel, like that Wei Taiqiang woman Yu Yali She can afford to pay the price of this RV, so she directly bought one for her mother.

Of course, this kind of car is really stylish, in fact, the e-sports player, the film and television actor, and the film and television investor are all very hard.

Yu Yali once joked: "The difference between this film and television investor and that e-sports player is like the difference between that precious dog breed and that earth dog, although that film and television investor looks majestic, but there are still some sad guys in their bones, they are not valued by the real magnates, and those magnates are the owners of the Xuanwu Kingdom." ”

He Boge and Wei Taiqiang, they know that although those e-sports players work hard, their hard work is also worth it.

On the contrary, the film and television actors, and those big directors, the films they shoot are outside of artistic pursuits, and they often have to compromise with that market, and their lives are quite hard. However, even if they are so bitter, they can only endure it.

After all, the competition between the e-sports players of the Xuanwu Kingdom has become a cruel reality, so they can only endure those people, because the e-sports market of the Xuanwu Kingdom, although it seems to be so big, there are too many people in it, so everyone is competing. It is difficult to say whether those competitions are malignant or benign, anyway, everyone is not full of food and clothing for the so-called competition, and one by one they have become a little nervous. Those who have backbone, they will stick to this esports market, and those ordinary people they have long given up.

He was tempted to share his thoughts with others, but Mr. Tu Tuqiao was dozing off in the passenger seat in front of him, while Hoberg was snoring incessantly in the back.

At that moment, time seemed to have become something that could change form, some kind of hallucination that he had when he was driving. He found that he could see the birds and animals along the road so clearly that it made him uncomfortable. He could see crows pecking at animals crushed by cars on the road ahead, birds circling and flying in the sky, and cats peering at birds from the grass and fence posts ahead.

Hoberg snorted, woke up, and slowly sat up. "I had a weird dream," he said, "that I had a dream that I had really become Baylorberg." The world has always believed that there are two of us, the god of light and the god of darkness. But now, when both of us are old, I realize that I have always been the only one, and I have always been the only one. I give gifts to the world, and I take away my own gifts from them. He tore off the filter on the cigarette, picked it up, and lit it.

"I'm a cancer cell myself." "I'm not going to be intimidated by myself. ”

The bus drove west for a while and then turned north. The breath of spring slowly fades into the dead winter atmosphere. The Kansas sky is covered in lifeless gray clouds, and the scenery outside the car window is dull and depressing. Cao Jiao skillfully switched the radio channel, and several people in the car quarreled over what channel to listen to. Mr. Tu Tuqiao likes to listen to talk shows and dance music, Hoberg likes classical music, and the more sad and gloomy the better, and Cao Jiao likes to listen to classic old songs.

Toward evening, at Hoberg's behest, they stopped on the outskirts of Cherry Valley, Kansas. Hoberg led them to a meadow on the outskirts. There was also a small amount of snow on the shady side of the trees, and the grass was dry and dry to the same color as the soil.

"Wait here." Hoberg said.

He walked over alone, to the middle of the meadow. He stood there for a moment in the cold wind of late February. At first he lowered his head, then began to gesticulate.

Wei Taiqiang was so shocked that he fell out of his chair. If you're acting in a movie, it's hilarious, but in real life, it's just clumsy. But he got up very quickly. Wei Taiqiang approached Cao Jiao. Cao Jiao looked down at him and warned, "Don't do stupid things that you weren't prepared for how to end. ”

Mr. Tu Tuqiao's hand was on Cao Jiao's arm. "Truce, remember?" "We are at the heart of the United States," he reminded. ”

Wei Taiqiang turned and walked away, leaned over the front desk, and picked up the three keys. "Your room is at the end of the hallway," he said, "yes." ”

He handed the key to Mr. Tu Tuqiao, turned away, and disappeared into the shadows of the hallway. There was the sound of the hotel room opening the door and slamming it slammed shut.

Mr. Tu Tuqiao gave Cao Jiao a key and another to Ho Berg. "Is there a flashlight on the bus?" Cao Jiao asked him.

"Nope." Mr. Tu Tuqiao said, "It's just a little dark." You're not afraid of the dark, are you? ”

"I'm not afraid of the dark." Cao Jiao said, "But I'm afraid of people hiding in the dark." ”

"It's not the same person." Mr. Tu Tuqiao said, "It's just that it just happens to have the same name." ”

Maybe he fell asleep.

In the dream, he was walking.

The cold wind blew through his clothes, and tiny snowflakes were no bigger than crystal dust, flying wildly in the wind.

There are trees around him, bare trees without leaves in winter. It is flanked on both sides by towering mountain peaks. It's a winter afternoon, and the sky and snowflakes are taking on the same dark purple hue. Somewhere in front of him - in this light, it is difficult to tell how far away the distant object really is - the flames of the campfire danced, emitting an orange-red light.

A gray wolf walked up to him on the snow.

Cao Jiao stopped. The wolf also stopped, then turned around, waiting for him to follow. One of its eyes shimmered yellowish-green. Cao Jiao shrugged and walked in the direction of the flames, the wolf walking slowly in front of him.

The bonfire burns in a small grove where there may be hundreds of trees, planted in two rows. It was as if something was hanging from the tree. At the end of the two rows of trees is a building that looks a bit like a ship turned upside down. It is carved out of wood, and there are relief creatures and faces on it - dragons, half-lion and half-vulture monsters, giants, wild boars. Under the dancing firelight, the statue seems to be dancing.

The bonfire was so high that even Cao Jiao could barely reach it. The wolf walked lightly around the crackling fire.

A man suddenly appeared where the wolf was and came out from across the fire. He carried a tall cane.

"You're in Uppsala, in Sweden." The man said, his voice hoarse and familiar as it sounded, "The time was about a thousand years ago. ”

"You're Wednesday?" Cao Jiao asked.

The man continued, as if Cao Jiao was not in front of him. "At first it was an annual sacrifice, but then it went downhill, and they were lazy and only held a sacrifice every nine years. They came here and offered sacrifices, nine sacrifices at a time. Every day, they offer nine animals to hang from the trees in this grove. The festival lasts for nine days. One of the nine animals is a human. ”

He paced away from the campfire and walked in the direction of the woods. Cao Jiao followed. Approaching the trees, it was finally possible to see the outlines of the objects hanging on them: legs, eyes, tongue, and head. Cao Jiao couldn't help but shake his head. It was a terrible feeling to see a bull hanging from a tree with his neck tied to his neck. But at the same time, this surreal scene is a little funny. Cao Jiao walked past a dangling stag, followed by a wolfhound, a brown bear, and a white-maned chestnut horse not much bigger than a foal. The hanging dog was still alive, and every few seconds it shook its limbs spasmodically, and with each shake on the sling, it let out a suffocating whimper.

"In the line of the gods," said the figure. Now that Cao Jiao was even more sure that he was Wednesday, no one would have that rough tone, that deep tone with cynical excitement. "Death doesn't matter. It is an opportunity, a chance to be born again. As long as the blood continues to flow......" he gestured to the animals and people hanging from the trees.

Cao Jiao thought to himself, would those who were about to die as sacrifices feel more frightened than animals when they walked by here? Those people are aware of their impending fate. A strong smell of alcohol wafted from the men, indicating that they were allowed to anesthetize themselves with alcohol before they went to the gallows, while the animals were simply put to death and hung alive in a state of terrification. The faces of the dead are all young, and none of them are more than 20 years old.

"Sorry for being late." "I bought the same thing for everybody: two hamburgers, big fries, big coke, and apple pie," he said in a hoarse voice. I'm eating my portion in the car outside. He put down his food and went out. The smell of fast food immediately filled the hall. Cao Jiao took the paper bag and distributed the food, paper towels and small bags of ketchup to everyone.

They ate their fast food quietly, the candlelight flickering and the burning candle oil sizzling.

Cao Jiao noticed that Wei Taiqiang was staring at him. He adjusted his chair so that he leaned his back against the wall. The media eat hamburgers with a tissue elegantly placed next to their mouths and wipe off food crumbs at any time.

"Oh, that's great, the hamburger is almost cold!" The fat boy said critically. He still wears sunglasses, which makes Cao Jiao feel both meaningless and stupid. Sunglasses will only make the room appear darker.

"I'm sorry," the city said, "and the closest McDonald's to here is in Nebraska." ”

"Wait until midnight." Mr. Tu Tuqiao and the fat boy replied in unison.

"He seems to be talking to someone." Cao Jiao said.

"People like us don't get cancer, arteriosclerosis, Parkinson's disease or syphilis," Tu said. It's hard for people like us to be killed. ”

"Okay." Mr. Tu Tuqiao said, "Madam, are these french fries really crispy?" It seems to have been scorched. He walked over to the payphone, "It's me." ”

"Whose phone number?" Cao Jiao asked.

"He didn't say it."

"What do they want?"

"Offer to make peace with us, and at the same time hand over the body to us."

"They lie." "He wanted to trick us and kill us." That's how they coped with Wednesday. I've always used this trick in the past. He added one last sentence, with an eerie look of pride.

"We met in a neutral zone," Tu Tuqiao said, "a real neutral zone." ”

Hoberg laughed, like the gurgling of a metal ball as it spun inside a skull's skull. "That's what I used to say. I would say, negotiate in a neutral zone, and in the evening, we jumped out and got them all out. It was a good time. ”

Mr. Tu Tuqiao shrugged. He crunched and clucked into his portion of the french fries that had turned dark brown, smiling appreciatively. "Well, these fries taste great." He said.

"We can't trust those people." Cao Jiao said.

"Listen, I'm older than you, I'm smarter than you, and I'm more handsome than you." Mr. Tu Tohashi said, slamming the bottom of the ketchup bottle and pouring the ketchup over the charred fries. "I attract more girls in one afternoon than you attract in a year. I can dance like an angel, fight like a desperate bear, be cunning like a fox, sing like a nightingale......"

"You mean ......?"

Tu Tuqiao's brown eyes stared into Cao Jiao's eyes. "They need to get rid of the body as soon as possible, and we need to get it back."

"There's no neutral zone here," Hoberg said. ”

"No, there's one." Mr. Tu Tuqiao said, "The center of the United States. ”