Even if the end comes, life and death are at stake, even if they can only eat potatoes to barely satisfy their stomachs, there are always many people who can spare their minds to play. For this kind of person, happiness is far more important than a full stomach, after all, the first meaning of life is to find ways to have fun.

Song Xiaocheng used to think that he was this kind of person. Huan Lingyu is also such a person, which is why he can play with Huan Lingyu.

For Huan Shao, there are not too many big deals in this world. For example, the college entrance examination, such as work, and then for example, girls - even the night before the college entrance examination, they have to go to the Internet café to charter a night machine, and brush up on copies all night, which is called "decompression and preparation". Because he always has the ability to crush these things that others think are "life events".

Song Xiaocheng is the same, there are not too many things in this world that he can't fight. For example, in the college entrance examination, when he felt that this incident made him too upset, and even made his life dull and colorless, making him unhappy, Song Xiaocheng also went to the Internet café with Huan Lingyu to charter a night machine.

The difference between the two is that Huan Lingyu still hurriedly took a taxi to the exam the next morning, while Song Xiaocheng continued his morning session after the night machine ended, and did not go home to sleep until after noon.

For those who have seen it, things in this world really don't have that much of a big deal. But Song Xiaocheng feels that this standard is for smart people - they can clearly understand the seriousness of the incident, and even if they anticipate great suffering, they can be willing to be happy for a while.

And not like this idiot in front of me.

"You don't know what this means, do you?" Song Xiaocheng's expression looked at Lao Pi with an almost distorted expression.

"Uh-huh. ”

Lao Pi changed the black short sleeves on his body into his white T-shirt, and happily coped:

"Take it easy, isn't it just fun. ”

Song Xiaocheng really couldn't believe it, when the two of them were at the door of the Fire Dome, Harlow with a goatee, regretfully announced that "because some heretics have chosen to convert, today's heretical Colosseum may be canceled", Lao Pi - and the other three stupid believers - actually volunteered to act as "heretics" to ensure that the Colosseum could be carried out normally.

Isn't it just a joke? Yes. If you are about to be killed in the Colosseum, then I must wait until they remove one of your arms before I rescue you!" Song Xiaocheng thought viciously.

If Song Xiaocheng has any dissatisfaction with this world, it is that he is "too friendly to the brain-dead and mentally retarded". Of course, "mentally disabled" and "mentally retarded" here are just adjectives, not really mentally handicapped.

"Very good! Thank you to our brothers – and sisters – for their selfless role as heretics that allowed our ninth Colosseum to go ahead of schedule...... Yes, please give them weapons. ”

Harlow shouted over a hand-held speaker from a suspended hallway.

The small sheepfold-like ring in the middle of the arena has been replaced by a circular arena that is at least ten times larger, and the nylon edge rope on the periphery has been replaced by a shiny five-ring blade wire. Although the blades of barbed wire and steel pipes used for the enclosure are higher, they are still on flat ground, like a larger sheepfold.

"Great! The Flame Judgment is about to begin! Oh, I'm too excited......"

Harlow's voice trembled, and he clearly couldn't contain his emotions.

"Now, my brothers, send those heretics and let their sufferings bear witness to our steadfastness in our faith!"

Old Leather and a few other men in various shirts were pushed into the sheepfold-like Colosseum, holding hammers, sticks, kitchen knives and the like, and wearing white cloth covers on their heads that only showed their eyes. In addition to Lao Pi and the other three who signed up on their own, the other six people were obviously extremely reluctant, either crying or turning around and pulling the blade wire, trying to escape. Two figures that appeared to be women sat on the ground, not even having the strength to pick up arms.

On the other side, a huge net bag was hoisted into the Colosseum with a rope. After the net was opened, six or seven zombies jumped out of it and frantically pounced on the living people. Caught off guard, several people were already bitten.

What a great plan, Song Xiaocheng looked coldly at the Colosseum, which was already drenched in blood. This is Lao Pi's own idea - if you want to find a prisoner, you must first turn yourself into a prisoner. I have to say that although the contact has only lasted for three days, he will sometimes be impressed by the old skin. Of course, it's to be subdued by brain-dead behavior and mentally retarded thoughts.

But even so, Song Xiaocheng has to admit that Lao Pi does have something to do in some aspects. For example, he is very adaptable to the current rhythm of the Colosseum, and is frantically hammering the incoming zombies with the small mace in his hand, and his hand is indeed agile.

In less than two minutes, by the end of the first game, several zombies had been wiped out. Only two of the people in the white hoods had been bitten on the shoulders and thighs, and they were sitting on the ground squeaking and screaming.

"Exciting!!" Harlow shouted over the loudspeaker, "the first one is over! heretics are still standing......! Go and clean up the bodies with a few people, and we're ready for the second one. ”

A dozen or so disciples opened the barbed wire fence and dragged the corpses out one by one. Judging by the cheers of the congregants, it seems that they don't care about any "faith" or anything like that—at least they don't care which side wins—as long as they can see the blood, and see others die in violence, it makes them happy enough.

Song Xiaocheng squeezed through the crowd and squeezed on the edge of the Colosseum.

"Old Skin...... Pi Zhipeng!"

Lao Pi was busy shouting with his real arms and standing up to receive congratulations, when he heard Song Xiaocheng calling him, he hurried over.

"How's it going? Am I so good? Did you see how I cleaned up those two things? I just click-click-"

"Who cares how you clicked!Have you forgotten what you're here for?" Song Xiaocheng glared angrily, and lowered his voice to remind Lao Pi.

"What? for?" Lao Pi was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Xiaocheng blankly through the two small holes in the white hood.

"Save people!!Aren't you coming to find your friends!!" Song Xiaocheng roared among the cheering disciples, thinking to himself that there were thousands of people in this world, why did he match this kind of teammate.

"Oh, oh, that's it, it's been found, hey!

Old Leather turned and shouted to the other two white-hooded men, motioning for them both to come over as well.

"This is Mai Li, this is Brother Beard, and the one sitting on the ground crying is Suna......"

"Then what are you waiting for! Hurry up! I'll take you out......

As he spoke, Song Xiaocheng stretched out his right hand, ready to implement the plan that had been brewing for a long time.

"Don't worry, the first game has just ended, and I'm just getting into the groove......"

As soon as Lao Pi's words fell, there was a "bang" above the Colosseum, and Harlow shouted "second preparation" or something like that over the loudspeaker, and more zombies were thrown into the Colosseum, and Lao Pi and his two friends excitedly entered the battle.

Maybe the city life was too depressing, or maybe it was in response to the old saying that violence is the nature of human beings that is wedged into human bones. Maybe from the beginning, Song Xiaocheng shouldn't have waded into this pool of troubled waters, why did he sneak into that fire fortress? Sleeping on the street may be much stronger than this, anyway, there are not many zombies over there now......

The distraught Song Xiaocheng walked around the yard of the warehouse and turned to the front of a rather large dog cage.

In the cage is the little zombie who can B-BOX during the day.

Squatting down in front of the dog cage and facing the little thing sitting on his knees in the cage, there was a sense of loss for no reason.

In those days when he got up early and worked overtime every night, Song Xiaocheng fantasized countless times that the world could fall into a huge disaster. That way, I don't have to go to work anymore, and I don't have to endure the disgusting worldliness anymore. And now, he got his wish - the zombies broke out, the dead were resurrected, all living beings were devastated, and the sudden disaster removed all the so-called "responsibilities as a member of society" that had been on his shoulders, but unceremoniously helped him put on another set of burdens.

Song Xiaocheng slowly stretched out his right index finger and stabbed it into the dog cage, pointing at the little guy's eyebrows.

The little zombie leaned up, crawled in front of him, and gently held the finger with a dead little hand, and his eyebrows seemed to silently echo Song Xiaocheng's tangled thoughts.

It turns out that the optimism of life is always shown to others, and the strength of life is always pretended to be seen by fellow relatives. Even the dead are no exception.

The sky was now empty and blurry, and even the moon could not be seen. Roughly calculated, I think it's a new moon today.

Song Xiaocheng angrily pulled his finger out of the dog cage, turned around and walked back into the crowd at the Fire Dome.

The cheers and shouts could not hide the sound of fighting coming from the iron net. When Song Xiaocheng roughly parted the crowd and walked to the iron net, the old skin in the Colosseum was already covered in blood, and he was holding a bat, trying to resist the three Brotherhood cultists with black masks.

"Xiaocheng! help me ......"

Before he could say anything, Lao Pi's head was hit by a fist with iron fingers, and he fell straight down. The crowd erupted in another high-pitched cheer.

"Another victory over the flames!brothers, heretics have been eradicated!" shouted a voice over the loudspeaker.

Song Xiaocheng gritted his teeth, grabbed the sharp blade wire with his right hand, and pulled it hard. The audience who had been watching the Colosseum gradually shifted their attention to this strange man, and watched him fight with barbed wire with the eyes of the retarded with interest, and some even let out bursts of ridicule.

Soon, however, the believers closest to him began to disperse in a panic towards the periphery - the scene of the blade wire shattering the palm of his hand that everyone had expected did not appear, but the wire gradually glowed and melted under Song Xiaocheng's hands, like a molten candle, flowing out of the middle of his fingers, dripping through his trousers and shoes.

When Song Xiao stepped into the Colosseum like a monster, Lao Pi was rubbing his face with blood plasma, lying on the ground and looking at him, and the three masked strong men with sharp hands had already opened their postures, facing him, waiting for the referee outside the stadium to announce "the game has begun".

Song Xiaocheng walked to Lao Pi's side, pulled him to sit up, took off the white short sleeves that were almost soaked in blood on his body, and put them on himself.

"Xiaocheng, you're finally willing to save me......"

"Take a break. Song Xiaocheng let go of his hand and let Lao Pi fall to the ground by himself.

"Heresy will never be extinct! Just as the flame of justice will never be understood! Brothers, a new heresy has appeared!

As soon as Harlow's words fell, the strongest and tallest of the three masked strong men, the strong man with iron fingers in both fists howled and rushed towards Song Xiaocheng, smashing his fist on his ribs.

However, the strong man's smug eyes gradually froze, and the exposed half of his face began to transform into a surprised expression. Under the punch that was comparable to a locomotive, the kid in front of him not only took the next step without moving, but also looked down at himself with a breezy face.

It was a gaze like a lion's indifference to mosquitoes and flies, which made the strong man feel inferior and made him even more angry.

Fortunately, his low self-esteem and anger didn't need to last long.

Song Xiaocheng raised his right hand and held the wrist of the strong man, the strong man's skin, flesh and bones seemed to be burning from the inside out - first it became like coke, then it emitted a smoldering fire from the inside, and finally shattered into a piece of carbon slag, and the whole process was accompanied by the strong man's screams of shock and fear.

The strong man lay on his side on the ground, holding his only half-amputated limb with his other hand, rolling and wailing, and the onlookers outside the barbed wire did not cheer or make noise, but watched quietly. In addition to the smell of burnt paste in the air, there was only Song Xiaocheng's truly fiery momentum and everyone's fear, except for the cry of the strong man, there was no noise.

Until Song Xiaocheng raised his head, stared at Harlow who was standing in the middle of the corridor far away, and muttered clearly:

"I'm going to hit ten. ”