Under the dark sky, in the huge amphitheater, hundreds of thousands of yellow-clothed figures in the audience seats on all sides were silent.

This yellow-clothed ocean, like all the bits and pieces of rainstorm gathered here, covered a trace of air here with the breath of a yellow talisman.

And those people who came here inexplicably are in a daze.

"Oh damn ......," said the Jacksons, the Davises, and the others who could not say anything other than repeat the phrase.

They didn't have an idea, but they saw that even the weirdos who had a way were in amazement, and they didn't expect this drastic change.

Holly and the other children could only cling helplessly to their parents' arms, and some of the children cried in fright, but the crying only added to the strangeness of the place.

It was as if he was being watched by countless pairs of eyes, and it was as if none of them existed.

Are those people real or fake? Is this megalith stage virtual or real?

This is a question that crosses the minds of all these uneroded visitors from other places, and many are afraid to know the answer. Because sometimes, this state of ignorance brings a sense of security.

Each visitor was a distance away, but they all found that some of their things had changed materials, their vehicles had turned to stone, their guns had turned to plastic, and even their baseball bats had turned into rolls of paper...... It's all in confusion.

"Hahaha! See, my kingdom! These are my most loyal servants, just because I am the lineage of Hasta, I am the master of Kalksa, and I will be the master of this world! Kneel down to your king at once! ”

A frenzied voice resounded in the air, blowing to it with a messy cold wind. There seems to be something special about this theater, which makes the sound constantly reverberate.

The place where the voice came was right in the middle of the boulder stage.

"Wakaka, everyone!" Wu Shiyu called, and Cai Zixuan was even more anxious and scratched his head: "Squad leader, wake up, it's us." ”

Almost all of the people who stood on the opposite side had studied the canon to the fourth and fifth secretaries. Only Lou Xiaoning of the fourth secretary was still standing here, but her lone left eye was also flashing with the light of struggle, and she said in a deep voice: "They have changed...... They're not theirs anymore......"

"No, it's not quite the same." Wu Shiyu can also feel the smell of formalin, although it is very faint, it is still there, indicating that Wang Ruoxiang's self-consciousness is still there.

"Shouldn't you worry more about yourself?" Zheng Jialiang was still laughing wildly and said, "My servants, quickly restrain them, these people have hurt your king!" ”

Xue Ba's mind was struggling and sinking, the gun was gone, the decent weapons were gone, but the power of the canonical spell was the power that affected them.

The dozen or so yellow-clothed figures walking in front of them are by no means easy to deal with.

However, at this time, the yellow-clothed men did not come up, and one of the two tall figures pressed Zheng Jialiang's shoulders and pressed him to his knees.

"You, you ......" Zheng Jialiang was stunned, looking left and right, but he couldn't see through the two faces shrouded in cloaks, "What are you doing!" He looked up blankly at the figures in the surrounding audience, and there was no movement......

At this time, he saw a short yellow-clothed figure walking in front of him, and he immediately asked angrily, "Mr. Wilde, what is this doing?" ”

The figure he called "Monsieur Wilde" was only about one meter two or three tall, and his face was also hidden in the shadows, but if you stared at it, in a trance, you could see that it was a flat-pointed deformed head, an old and ugly strange face, and full of scars left by scratches and scratches.

"I'm a lineage ...... Hasta," Zheng said.

"You're not." A faint, muffled voice came from the diminutive figure.

The short figure threw a yellow talisman on Zheng Jialiang's head, and said hoarsely: "The throne never belonged to you, the crown will never be worn on your head, you are just a fool who can't do even a little thing." ”

"Ah......" Zheng Jialiang's eyes widened in astonishment, and anger and despair immediately crept up on his face, "Mr. Wilde, you, you ......"

Wu Shiyu and Cai Zixuan frowned and looked at each other, what are they doing?

Things happened so fast, so fast that they were done before they could even take a breath, so they didn't have time to do anything.

There was another tall and burly yellow-clothed figure stepping forward, a hand stretched out from the ragged cloak, holding a strangely shaped big knife, the knife body was also carved with a yellow secret talisman, the cold light of the blade flashed, the strong man raised the knife, and cut it towards the head that Zheng Jialiang was trying to raise up.

Click! The sound of flesh tearing in the neck, the sound of broken bones, the sound of broken trachea, the sound of blood gushing.

A head flew out in response, and with that young face full of anger, shock, despair, and incomprehension, rolled down the stone face with blood.

It also rolled down at the feet of Wu Shiyu and others.

After a person is decapitated, the brain does not die immediately, from the interruption of blood and oxygen supply until the brain dies, consciousness can exist for about tens of seconds, and the activity of the eye can be controlled through the cranial nerves that do not pass through the spinal cord.

"......" Cai Zixuan saw it at this time, Zheng Jialiang's eyes were extremely complicated, and they also turned, as if to say: Save me, help me......

"I'm obviously just a member of the recreation department......" Wu Shiyu muttered.

Even if they knew that this person was a traitor, whether it was Cai Zixuan or Xue Ba, they were all uncomfortable at this time, and they were a little numb for a moment.

Zheng Jialiang, Xiao Liang...... It doesn't seem to have come to the Spell Department as a traitor. This newcomer, who is highly expected and loved by everyone, the erosion and temptation he has received, the voices he hears, the dreams he goes, and the changes in his will seem to be more than others, making him the person he is today.

And the man in yellow named Mr. Wilde seems to be the man behind what he is today.

These people ...... When they looked at the yellow-clothed figures around them, they all felt a hundred times heavier and a thousand times more sinister than before.

Bang Tong, the two men in yellow let go of Zheng Jialiang's headless corpse, and the corpse, whose muscles were still twitching, suddenly fell, and a large pool of dark red blood poured to the ground.

And the dozen or so renegade personnel standing next to him, Wang Ruoxiang, Gao Yu, Zhang Zuodong and others, were still expressionless.

It's not that they have lost their souls, it's just that their attitudes towards things are different, and Zheng Jialiang's death can't cause any ripples in their hearts. This unblessed and stupid man should die sooner, and there is still some noise and crazy voice.

"False hopes, too high ambitions, all come at a price." "But there are always people who don't understand it," said Mr. Wilde in a low voice. ”

The narrow eyes on that ugly old face looked at it, and it was chilling.

False Hopes...... Cai Zixuan, Lou Xiaoning, Xue Ba and others tightened their hearts, and they also had something lost in their hearts, and they fell into the ruins in their hearts.

Gu Jun is dead, indeed dead, as early as half a year ago, on the desert island in the dream realm, Gu Jun has already died.

The figure and the voice were not him, of course, but some false hopes, perhaps made by this Mr. Wilde.

Zheng Jialiang died today from ambition, and they ...... Is it to die of hope otherwise?

"No......" Wu Shiyu whispered, wanting to say something out loud, but he still said it very softly: "No, Xianjun is still alive......"

But she didn't know where he was, and she didn't know if it was another false hope.

"You don't have to think of me as an enemy, because that fool is right." "A new kingdom will be established in this world," said Mr. Wilde, "and we, and you, will be the founders of this kingdom, but you do not know it yet." But you will always know. ”

The hoarse voice suddenly pitched up, "You'll know! ”

Suddenly, the ragged clothes of the yellow-clothed figures in the audience on all sides crackled, and a huge wave of spiritual power rushed to the stage, and the song sounded again.

"The king has not yet come. But, Casida, isn't it right here? ”

Mr. Wilde's short figure turned around, looked at Wang Ruoxiang a few steps away, with a strange ugly face, and said loudly: "Cassida, Cassida!" Haven't you been to Lake Harry to see the scenery, haven't you sung there, haven't your blood told you, your name is Cassida? ”

Over there, Wang Ruoxiang's eyes condensed the same weirdness, but her clear voice was just like the female voice singing: "Mr. Wilde, where is my crown?" ”

At the same time, the spiritual power that struck from all sides suppressed the members of the Heavenly Machine who were still holding on.

And Xue Ba, Lou Xiaoning and others above the third secretary, one by one, lost control of their bodies and knelt down weakly.

"Ahh For a while, only Cai Zixuan and Wu Shiyu were left, and for the time being, they could barely resist not kneeling, but they couldn't do anything else.

Everyone saw a figure dressed in yellow, holding a delicate tiara and handing it to Mr. Wilde, and the crown was full of jewels of various colors that shimmered brightly.

This short figure held this crown and walked towards Wang Ruoxiang, who bent down, to put it on her head.

"Squad leader, wake up......" Cai Zixuan cried out in mourning.

"No, no......" Wu Shiyutong felt that the painful struggle of the formalin smell was getting weaker and weaker, and the other wave of madness and darkness was rising.

Was this part of the ritual itself? This part has not been destroyed.

Zheng Jialiang's role is only to push them to this point, what really matters is Wang Ruoxiang...... What I want is her mutiny, her infiltration...... With Wang Ruoxiang's talent and diligence, he must be the first person in the bureau to practice the sixth and seventh secrets...... Every practitioner after that will be influenced by her......

Wu Shiyu knew that if the crown was put on Wang Ruoxiang's head, Wang Ruoxiang might change completely, like Zheng Jialiang.

No matter how anxious she was in her heart, her own strength was only barely enough to stand firm at this time.

Xianjun, Xianjun...... I miss him too much, otherwise why do I always feel that there is a familiar salty taste in the wind......

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