Early the next morning, when Song Ren watched his father and Uncle Yong'an go to other cities with a large number of printed jade plates to hand over, he closed the door and hurriedly looked for the system.

"System, I'm ready to go." Song Ren found a large package, wrapped a hundred books signed by himself on the front page, carried it in his hand, changed into a new dress that was quite forceful, and said with a white mask of a comedian on his face.

"Virtual projection is turning on ......"

The voice of the system began to speak, and then, a ray of colorful light appeared above his head, constantly shining on him, his spirit began to trance, and the surrounding sounds seemed to slowly become distant, and soon, it was noisy again, as if it was a vegetable market.

The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he had appeared in a corner of a corridor, carrying a heavy hundred books in his hands, and in front of him, it seemed to be a super-large amusement park, bustling with tens of thousands of people.

There are men and women, old and young, and even some stalls selling snacks around, Song Ren actually has a feeling of visiting Qingyun Mountain not long ago at this moment.

It's so lively.

Soon he found that half of everyone's costumes were wearing Zhang Xiaofan's various clothes in the novel "Zhu Xian", and he was holding a burning stick in his hand, and what was even more ironic was that many people didn't know where to lead gray monkeys, rhubarb, etc.

There are also some costumes such as Baguio and Lu Xueqi, in short, there is everything, and those who don't know think this is the masquerade ball of "Zhu Xian".

Song Ren touched his body at the moment, as usual, it was a real body, the virtual projection of this system could not go wrong, and he was really sent, right?

In his consciousness, the projection should be invisible and intangible.

Song Ren hesitated a little, touched the mask on his face, saw that there were two people who seemed to be debating something from the side, and then deliberately touched him.

"You're blind, you don't have long eyes, who are you scaring with a mask in broad daylight," the person who was hit scolded for a while, and Song Ren hurriedly apologized.

What the hell is this virtual projection?

He was about to ask the system if something was wrong, when a bell suddenly rang, and then everyone gathered in the same direction.

Song Ren didn't care, and hurriedly picked up his package and followed the crowd.

The gathering of nearly 100,000 people was extremely spectacular, until a huge arena-like platform appeared in front of them, and the left and right sides sat in the red and blue zones respectively, the positive and negative sides.

A beautiful host began to step forward: "Thank you for gathering in this Tianlan City to participate in the first debate of our Zhuxian fans, presumably everyone is most confused and dissatisfied with whether the author's Baguio is alive or dead, and everyone is discussing it on the Internet is also very exciting, but you can't tell the winner or loser."

Today, we are gathered here, in addition to tasting "Zhu Xian", but also to this ambiguous and infinitely associative ending, to have a real finale. ”

As the words of the beautiful hostess fell, everyone immediately discussed.

"Okay, let's not talk too much, let me introduce it first, I was elected by everyone, sat on my right hand side of the red side, and supported Baguio is still alive The representatives are named as Miss Fu [Leaving People Sad], Ming Gongzi of [Arrogant Scholar], and Miss Su of [Jiang Wanyin]......

The opposite is ......

Twenty people on each side are the most popular representatives of everyone on the Internet, and at this moment, Song Ren helped his mask, paddled his heels, and listened to the applause of everyone every time the host reported a name, because he couldn't see it.

You, is the quality of life of this group of people so good, how do they look like a group of skyrockets?

Song Ren only vaguely heard something standing in line, and the people in front of him burst into two halves from the middle, occupying different camps.

In the empty square, all of a sudden only Song Ren was left in a daze.

On the stage, the host beauty was very satisfied with everyone's speed and stood in line, it seems that each of them has their own decision about the survival of Baguio in their minds, and the number of people on both sides is equal, such a debate can be regarded as exciting.

Wait, there is still a person who does not stand in line, does he not have his own decisions and ideas about whether Baguio is alive or dead?

Ziyan, as the host, was very happy to be elected by everyone to be the host, especially after letting everyone stand in the camp they supported, 100,000 people were ready for a long time, and it almost took only a few seconds to separate a wide dividing line.

It's just that she casually glanced at it and found that there was a person standing in the center of the wide area where she won the lottery, looking left and right, and wearing a white and somewhat funny mask.

And because he was carrying a large package in his hand, his waist was a little bent, and his nondescript outfit made him look full of obscenity.

"That, the fairy fan with the white mask, do you want to choose that camp?" Ziyan shouted loudly.

Suddenly, the people on both sides who had separated from the camp all looked over.

It's really all watched.

After all, from this moment on, the two sides are considered the 'enemies' in their own debates, and it is better to have one more on their own side and one less on the other side.

Song Ren's scalp was numb when he was seen by everyone, as for me, what's wrong with me, you guys rehearsed it in advance, it's so fast.

He hurriedly looked at the party above who supported Baguio to live, and immediately joined in, making his side laugh and sigh on the other side.

Ziyan saw that everyone had chosen the lineup, so he nodded: "Okay, then our debate will officially begin, and I will draw lots to decide which side will speak first, it turns out to be the red side, and the red side representative is invited to express his opinion, and the blue side player is ready to refute the debate." ”

The red party invited Mo Cheng before, and the man surnamed Li, who was known as 'Nanjie Turbid Wine', took a look at his teammates, nodded, and was the first to get up: "I think Baguio must still be alive, for the following reasons, first, the ghost in the book is very likely to be the black witch from southern Xinjiang, or even the person who gave Puzhi the "Three-day Death Pill" back then, such a person is the ...... of Baguio."

The debate platform above didn't know what formation was arranged, everyone spoke as if they were holding a big speaker, and the amplification was very loud, it was estimated that it would take a while, and Song Ren was smiling at this moment and lowered his voice.

"This brother, you are also the mystery of "Zhu Xian", look at your outfit, it is according to the appearance of Lin Jingyu in the book, in fact, I also like Lin Jingyu, let me tell you a secret, I am actually the author of "Zhu Xian".

Looking at the young man who was listening to the debate by pulling his sleeve, this sneaky man with a mask and who couldn't see the light frowned: "You are the author?" You are responsible for what you say, if it is really the author, let me beat you up first, who made you make the ending so ambiguous. ”

The young man scoffed, then ignored Song Ren and listened to what he was saying seriously, because the blue side seemed to be retorting, and they were ready to support at any time.

Song Ren was embarrassed for a while: "It's too grumpy, don't speculate and don't use your fists to solve the problem, we want peace, not violence." ”

Song Ren muttered, and locked on a person who seemed to be very kind......