The tearing and killing on the TV is in full swing, the viewpoint shakes and shakes irregularly, one moment rushes forward, one moment retreats, one moment turns, one moment jumps, accompanied by the roar of the beast, one will appear is a samurai wearing black armor wearing black armor with a sword and slashing, and then jump to a giant leopard with a red body and a long tusk to pounce on the picture, and then turn into a giant spider with a mixed stinger and purple pattern, and then switch to a Kong Wu man with a black face in Peking Opera and a pair of giant revolvers. Shooting in turns.

Through the background and ground that appear from time to time in the picture, the four fighting spirits of the heart-eating armor are fighting in a place similar to the ancient Roman Colosseum, the ground is covered with dead corpses, some people have beasts, and some things that are indistinguishable between humans and beasts, the four little beasts should have been fighting for a long time, and they have changed many hosts.

"How's it going, isn't it exciting?" The red-clothed envoy took a sip of red wine, looked at Wu Xiaobei with great charm, and asked.

"It's wonderful, it's just that it's messy and keeps jumping," Wu Xiaobei criticized and praised, "You should change the editor, it's a good international blockbuster, just let him spoil it, it's a pity." ”

"Haha, it seems that the movie you said is a little different from what I said," the red-clothed messenger pursed his bright red lips after laughing, "The movie you watched is from post-production, and the movie I'm talking about is live." The definition of this film is broader, such as the combination of pictures rich in dramatic conflict, then it can be communicated. ”

"Hmph, but I still feel messy," Wu Xiaobei complained, "Look at the photographer you are looking for, it is messy, and you can't find a fixed shot, and it makes people dizzy, is this style 'Mag 25', or 'Have something to say'?" ”

"What kind of photographer," the red-clothed messenger felt that his voice was a little strange, and he hurriedly pressed his mouth to restore his sweet and beautiful voice, "The photographer is the four little beasts, the camera is the eyes of the four little beasts, and the picture you see is constantly switching between the eyes of the four little beasts, this is the real live broadcast!" ”

"Yes, it's too violent," Wu Xiaobei changed his comfortable sitting posture and watched the fight on TV, "I really didn't expect this, how did you do it, interesting!" But it's still messy, can you think of a way? ”

"Hmm," the red-clothed messenger shook his head, obviously feeling that Wu Xiaobei was difficult, raised his hand and sent a command to the TV, and the picture immediately detached from the perspective of the four little beasts, and became an objective point of view that included the fight of the four little beasts, and the picture stabilized.

"Alas, isn't that right," this effect was obviously in line with Wu Xiaobei's mind, he sat up happily, raised his wine glass, touched it with the red-clothed messenger, and then drank it all, peeling the peanuts in his hand, while staring at the TV and watching the little beast's powerful fighting soul fighting technique, he said, "Let's continue with what I said just now, the contract involves the distribution of power in the underground world." ”

The red-clothed messenger nodded, cleared his throat, put down his wine glass, and said, "For me, the contract is the book of heaven. ”

"Ah, it's a book from heaven, I mean, it's a completely unimaginable and incomprehensible existence to me. Meaning I don't understand it at all. Wu Xiaobei stared at the public fire on the TV, raised his hands and shook them like wave drums.

"It's not just you, but the three people who really know," the red-clothed messenger smiled with three fingers, and his voice fluctuated strangely.

"Three so little?" Wu Xiaobei pushed his glasses upwards and said in serious surprise.

"Or rather, two people are more accurate," said the red-clothed messenger, her voice changing to a male voice again, and the sudden change in voice, the huge contrast with the image, was terrifying.

Wu Xiaobei coughed, obviously choking the sudden change in the voice of the red-clothed messenger, and said in surprise: "How can there be a change in the number of people?" Dead? ”

"Hmph, don't be stupid," the red-clothed messenger sneered in a thick male voice, "They are immortal people in heaven and earth, and they still hold the power of life and death in the world, and death is just a joke." ”

"I really can't understand these big people, they have everything that humans and gods can have, and they can even be immortal, what else is there to fight for?" Wu Xiaobei heard this, "When! He threw a chicken leg bone on the plate, rubbed his grease mouth, and said, "You know, the whole earth, half of a family, is already very good, there are tens of millions of houses, and it needs to be three feet wide to sleep." What's the point of having the territory all yours or all mine? ”

The red-clothed messenger stared at Wu Xiaobei's eyes, as if he wanted to see through something, and seemed to be thinking about something, and the smile on his face was still mysterious.

"Don't agree with me?" Wu Xiaobei couldn't help but ask when he saw that the red-clothed envoy didn't speak.

"I'm kidding, the word 'territory' you just said," the red-clothed messenger's voice was mixed with a female voice, and it was astringent to the bone, "It's indeed a territory problem, but it's not as simple as you think." ”

"Let's hear it," Wu Xiaobei put on a cynical moral attitude.

"Ideals, God's ideals," the red-clothed messenger raised his hand.

"It's hilarious when it comes out of your mouth. I'm not smiling at ideals, I'm smiling at God with ideals, I'm laughing at God also wants to have things that are essentially the same, and the number is more, such as territory, haha! Wu Xiaobei and the red-clothed messenger arched again and again, and said with a smile, "Forgive me, forgive me, forgive my sins!" ”

The red-clothed envoy held his delicate chin, smiled incomprehensibly and clearly, and looked at Wu Xiaobei with deep eyes, like looking at a fool, and said: "Didn't your wise man say that quantitative change will lead to qualitative change, more is not a bad thing, let alone a stupid thing." You don't understand that eternity is death in the midst of self-evident and protracted turbulence, because your life is too short, like an ant, and you don't have much time to experience how unbearable the boredom that goes deep into your bones. Boredom is white, it is black, it is any single color that unites everything, and it is colorless and tasteless, and it slowly dips into your blood, dyes your vision, and it doesn't take a thousand years for everything to be over. Eternal life is a scam, and eternal life is eternal death. So you think about saving yourself......"