When everything has not collapsed like now, when Song Xiaocheng can still visit Internet forums every day, he is most annoyed by two kinds of people, the first is the person who says "I can do it" no matter what others do.

But in the current situation, he really feels that "I can do it." ”

A big red banner floated in the air, twisted and crooked by the summer wind, and he could barely see the big white characters of "Flame Explosion Brotherhood: The Third Special Function Talent Competition".

"It's not good to break this name. Song Xiaocheng sighed secretly, but he was still crowded in the crowd with Lao Pi early.

Lao Pi is obviously most interested in this kind of scene. If there are any good habits of the people of this country, the first place is "love to watch lively".

"What's the matter? everybody likes it, I think it's good!" Old Leather looked at the table with interest as he held a cone-shaped paper cup made of oily straw paper with spiky potato strips in it.

Although there was no trace of it anymore, there was still a slight smell of flesh and blood rotting and the smell of iron from the collision of swords and soldiers wafting through the fire dome. It seems that in order to prepare for this "talent competition", the venue has been cleaned up.

"Thank you!" a little girl who was still shy and even had red circles under her eyes even though she was covered with a face covering, bowed, and couldn't wait to run off the stage amid a few sparse applause.

Her performance project is "even if you don't touch it with your hands, the ends of your hair will tremble extremely slightly", Song Xiaocheng feels that this is simply more boring than the previous "no matter what song you sing, you can never sing the right tone" and "use your mind to control the direction of cigarette smoke within a fairly limited range", except for Lao Pi and a few other people slapping vigorously, it seems that most of the audience also think that this "talent show" is actually quite boring.

In contrast, "persuading potatoes to become tastier" may be by far the most useful special function. After all, the potato strips in the conical paper cup are indeed quite delicious.

At this moment, a hairy boy who looked reckless came up on the stage, holding a flower pot in his hand, looking like he was in his teens at most.

"Hello everyone! My name is Song Xiaomao! I'm eleven years old this year, and I'm in the fifth grade of primary school, my ......."

When the child introduced himself, Song Xiaocheng couldn't help but tremble, and then secretly cursed in his heart - what kind of father and mother actually gave the child this kind of name!

Half a minute passed, and Song Xiaomao on the stage had already introduced his cousin. What made Song Xiaocheng feel relieved was that this bear child was not related to him. But the audience in the audience had begun to get impatient, booing and urging him to start performing the special function quickly.

"It's called Little Yellow, it's a Little Yellow Flower......

The child was holding a flower pot in his hand and in it was an ordinary buttercup, which looked no different from the weeds and wildflowers on the green belt on the side of the road.

"I don't actually have special functions, but Xiao Huang has special functions! For example, I will pull off Xiao Huang's flowers now......

So saying, the child cut off the stems of the flowers, leaving only the bare stalks.

"It's going to grow a new little yellow tomorrow!"

After standing for a minute holding the bare Xiao Huang in a boo, the host Harlow had to coax the child to get off the stage first, and wait for Xiao Huang to grow up tomorrow.

Song Xiaocheng felt that he was about to be amused: "What kind of stuff is this!

Lao Pi glanced at him unhappily, "You can do it!"

Among the two kinds of people who are most annoying to Song Xiaocheng, the second is this kind of person who is about to be said by others if they express some of their own opinions and comments, and they will be said, "You can do it, you can't do it, don't beep".

It's a pity that the world doesn't care too much about what you hate.

Well, maybe I actually do. Because in fact, the more you hate someone, the more the world will pile up the kind of person you hate in front of you, making you more and more upset.

Just like now, a group of audience believers around Song Xiaocheng didn't have the heart to show the middle-aged uncle in the stands to perform "Broken Spoon of Thought", but blindly coaxed with Lao Pi, shouting at Song Xiaocheng "You can do it, you can go" and the like, the scene was very chaotic for a while.

When some people are annoyed, they will want to slap those ignorant and retarded people in the face. And sometimes, the parties themselves are not actually angry, and they don't want to slap anyone's face, but those who don't know the truth are too ignorant and put their faces on other people's slaps.

As far as Song Xiaocheng is concerned, since you have put your face in front of my slap, then I don't have to be polite.

So he cut through the crowd and jumped onto the stage. Harlow, the host of the goatee, originally wanted to stop him and motioned for him to fill in the registration form outside the venue first, but Song Xiaocheng raised his hand and pushed him away, signaling him to go to the side for a while with the uncle who was blushing and competing with the soup spoon.

Song Xiaocheng has lived for more than 20 years, and he has performed on stage since kindergarten. It's just that when I was a child, the talent of the performance was all based on my mouth, but today.

"Today, I will perform a handicraft for the grandfathers of the audience. ”

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his right hand lightly, but he was not in a hurry to make something immediately, but first glanced at the audience and whetted the audience's appetite.

Song Xiaocheng stretched out his right hand and stood quietly for ten seconds, and the audience looked forward to it silently for ten seconds. Just when someone couldn't wait to break the tranquility full of anticipation, Song Xiaocheng's right hand made a sound first.

"Poof——!

There was a muffled sound, like the sound of a gas stove lit in an ordinary person's kitchen. The whistling of flames cut through the silence, and the flickering light of the fire could be faintly seen in the faint daylight.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then burst into fierce applause.

Song Xiaocheng gently pinched his right hand, stretched out an index finger, and sent out a flame from his fingertip that was not much bigger than a lighter. The crowd became more excited, and one after another erupted in cheers and whistles. Then he spread out his palms again, and his five fingers were in the shape of claws, and each of his five fingertips lit a flame. The flame is like a living snake, one moment it grows like a leek, and the next it shrinks down. With the dance of Song Xiaocheng's fingers, the flame in his palm swirled like a lotus flower, which was very beautiful.

After a few more fancy tricks, a large group of worshippers in the audience erupted in cheers one after another, and the old leather shook his arms and scattered the potato sticks everywhere, shouting "That's my friend" and the like. What's more, they are already crying bitterly, and there is an expression of "I haven't lived in vain in this life".

But Song Xiaocheng's attention is not on the audience - in the past few years, he has felt more and more that he has gradually passed the age of being in the limelight. If it weren't for the fact that the poster on the wall said that "the winner can bow down to the Sect Master", he would not have wasted Igni on such a thing anyway.

The goatee Harlow on the side, his identity is definitely not just a "host", and this so-called "talent competition" is probably not just an entertainment project. Because the goatee's eyes clearly reveal a deep feeling, like finding a good fruit in a pile of rotten leaves, and like a ......

"It's like you go to a friend's house and you see a small clear plastic bag full of white powder. Who knows if it's milk powder or some other high-end product?"

After stepping down, Song Xiaocheng was taken out of the Fire Dome. Harlow led the way, and three or five strong men who were also warheads walked behind, keeping him in the middle.

"The only thing I'm sure of is that you're not like the others. So you can go and see him, you have this qualification. But I still have to warn you, no matter how special you are, the Flame Flame Brotherhood is the Flame Brotherhood, and the Flame Flame Leader is the Flame Flame Master. You can never compare to him. When you see him, you can't look him in the eye, kneel down and kiss his trousers......"

Along the way, Harlow chattered to Song Xiaocheng about things like "lying on his side" and "his eyes can't be higher than his knees", and Song Xiaocheng didn't plan to take it to heart at all.

The roads on both sides had become quieter, apparently deviating from the usual areas of most people's activities, and away from the scorching smell of burning zombie corpses. They even walked around a neat field ridge and finally walked towards a small two-story building. It seems that this Flame Explosion Sect Master is also a simple person and does not easily meet people.

This small building is obviously some years old. The façade is not wide, but there is also a two-step entrance canopy in front of the door, and there are curved ramps less than two meters long on each side. From the canopy to the lobby, the floors are made of old-fashioned terrazzo and exude an outdated sense of upscale. In the hall, there is a wide mirror, and the words "Strict dressing, with a correct posture" are pasted in bold red letters on the edge, which can't help but evoke Song Xiaocheng's intimacy from the depths of his memory.

The whole hall was dim, there were no lights, and there seemed to be no popularity, even in the middle of the hot summer.

Behind the grooming mirror is a set of staircases that lead to the corridor on the second floor. Before entering the door, Harlow motioned for the three strong men to wait at the door, and he led Song Xiaocheng to a room in the deepest part of the second floor.

Song Xiaocheng, who has been familiar with this kind of building since he was a child, naturally recognized that the room with double doors should have been a conference room, and it should be the most spacious and bright room. Song Xiaocheng was still thinking about it, he didn't know what this room had been transformed into now, but when Harlow pushed open the door and knelt down, he found that this room was very different from what he imagined.

He originally thought that the room of the cult leader would be equivalent to the palace of the Earth Emperor. Even if it wasn't white jade for the bed and gold for the horse, it wouldn't be bad. But the room in front of me was just a huge table, neatly stacked with large and small papers, not so much the "palace of the Earth Emperor" as the office of an engineering design unit.

Song Xiaocheng raised his foot and stepped over Harlow, who was kneeling on the ground. By the time Harlow looked up in horror to stop him, it was too late.

Song Xiaocheng was already standing at the table, facing the other person in the room.