- Oh, do you see? These wires were privately connected by the landlord and stole the electricity from the construction site.

- Then it's too dangerous, if you don't pay attention to the leakage of electricity and cause a fire, the whole building will suffer.

Starting from the center of the eyeball, it spreads outward, along the intricate cable circuits, all the way to the stars and fire, and there is a loud bang. The sparks were in patches, and the hot heat wave lit up the night sky, and he saw that the coffin-like crooked building was completely surrounded by flames.

And the blood-red eyeball was also destroyed by the fire.

Xiao Wu was stunned, he turned around, but he couldn't see Cheng Xiaoqi's shadow anymore.

This crooked building that has stood in Huaicheng for more than ten years collapsed in one fell swoop.

Sparks flew and smoke billowed out.

Dust flutters in the distance. They were in the wind, gathered into the shape of a large bird, like he had looked up from the balcony countless times.

The coffin was destroyed in the flames.

Freedom in life, freedom in death.

May you and I be like the wind, like a bird of freedom.

The moment Ye Sheng came out, he just saw Cheng Xiaoqi walking into the dark streets and alleys with the box.

His phone still has 1 percent battery left.

He exhaled deeply, and under the night sky, a pair of eyes were illuminated by fire as if they were burning. Ye Sheng raised his arm and used this last power to shoot the last enemy he was about to face.

【Category section:Story King】

[Ghost name: Cheng Xiaoqi]

[Goblin Level: A+]

[Overview: Thank you for reading my story.]

I would like to dedicate this article to my short, broken but shining childhood. 】

Chapter 128: Grotesque City (28)

The story king looked at the scene in front of him with a gloomy expression, and he completely revealed his true face in front of Ning Weichen. A man scorched by fire.

Every turning point in the life of the story king is because of fire, and he seems to have been associated with fire all his life, and over time, he seems to have the smell of ashes and scorched fire. He is still wearing the clothes he wore before his death, but his thin shirt and trousers look particularly terrifying and weird because of his red and black bloody skin.

The story king looked around at the familiar basement of the mansion and the familiar coffin room, laughed coldly, and said in a lonely voice: "Stranger, are you still satisfied with the story of my life?" ”

His eyebrows and eyes still have Cheng Xiaoqi's quiet and weird bookish aura, but the temperament on his body is completely different, stained with the blood of countless people. With the power of the seventh moderator, he became the creator. He no longer needs the salvation of others, nor does he need to be pessimistic and sacrifice his life for righteousness. For he is God.

The story king stared at Ning Weichen like a cat and mouse, his voice was calm and not panicked at all.

"Why are you in such a hurry, and where can you go? It's better to stay in Spring City and survive with the people in the city. The city is not very beautiful during the day, but it is also beautiful at night, one heaven and the other hell. Countless people have buried their lives here. ”

Ning Weichen looked at him for a long time, and asked casually, "Like you?" ”

The story king looked at him coldly. Every time he appeared, he either caused the world to be alerted or caused countless people to cry in despair, and this was the first time to see his true body without any fear.

But the king of the story is not offended or ignored, he is both Cheng Xiaoqi and not Cheng Xiaoqi.

The story king said, "Yes, like me." ”

The story king looked at Ning Weichen and suddenly said softly: "I know why you want to go out, you are in the outside world, you are a person with a lot of power and wealth, right?" ”

Ning Weichen showed a smile: "If you understand the outside world, you should know that as a supernatural person, there are no poor people. ”

The story king nodded, his face expressionless: "Yes, as a supernatural, there are no poor people. After all, you are the ones who maintain the world order, the heroes who punish the traitors and eliminate the evil, and you deserve wealth and power. ”

Ning Weichen didn't speak.

The story king also laughed.

There was not a good piece of skin on his face, and when the corners of his lips were pulled, it was like a dark line crisscrossing the bright red flesh, and his eyes were cold and piercing.

"But a hero. Eighty percent of your abilities come from heretics, are you heroes or hypocrites who claim to be righteous? ”

"A hundred years ago, Huaicheng was dilapidated, chaotic, and poor, and a group of people crowded into a coffin room of less than ten square meters, living with the dead. But a hundred years later, the world's technology is highly developed, and the world's entertainment city, as the pearl of science and technology, has the world's largest casino, brothels and entertainment venues. ”

"In the World Entertainment City, a group of supernatural executives are drunk and dreaming of death, spending money like dirt. As far as I know, the 1444 train in Yinshan is still alive in blood. ”

"The kind of green train of the 90s, according to the normal development of the world, should have been eliminated a long time ago, but it has been retained until now."

"I don't want to talk to you, I want to talk to the child who was born in Yinshan. As long as he is a smart man, he should have discovered the deformities and extremes of this world, and he should have supported my decision. ”

"The Isle of Shaliye extracts heretics, the First Military Academy trains the executives, and the executors slaughter the heretics and send them to the Isle of Shaliah. Form a perfect closed loop of justice. The story king was expressionless and whispered.

"And in this line of industry and its derivatives, the richest people in the world were born."

The voice of the story king does not have any waves, like a simple storyteller.

He's really telling a story, too.

He looked at Ning Weichen with interest, waiting to see Ning Weichen being poked in the sore spot, revealing a weak expression, or showing a frightened and confused look when he heard the truth of the world.

But no, Ning Weichen stood in the dark, his eyes glowing with a faint silver-purple color, more like a condescending overlook.

The story king's face was only distorted for a moment, but he still looked the same.

Then he whispered.

"Except for that poor poor boy, none of you present can read my story."

The story king said.

"An era has an era of profiteers."

He stretched out his tattered and charred fingers, touched the wall next to him, and said lightly: "The profiteers of this era are because of policies, because of real estate, and because the country is in a period of reform in a stormy period, so they are good at taking advantage of the wind to rise to the clouds." ”

"What about our current era."

"Young man, do you dare to admit that all of you are the profiteers of the Age of Calamity."

Ning Weichen asked lightly: "Speaking of the profiteers of the Calamity Era, there should be no one more suitable than you, right?" ”

The story king was stunned, a criticism of evil stuck in his throat, and he stared at Ning Weichen coldly.

Ning Weichen smiled in a low voice, his smile was full of mockery, and his voice was very soft.

"I thought what was the purpose of your plan? It turns out that as always, just like your stories, it is a self-directed and self-acted salvation drama. Aren't you the biggest beneficiary of the Calamity? You are reborn in the flames, chosen to be given power, and become the moderator of the seventh section. ”

The king of the story said compassionately: "I was chosen because the world woke me up, let me see through your hypocritical face, and let me save hundreds of millions of living beings and cleanse everything." ”

Ning Weichen repeated slowly: "Clean everything? ”

The story king gritted his teeth: "Yes, clean everything!" One day, Jeremiel will wake up and let the light of hope shine on every inch of the land and destroy the island of sin infested with red butterflies. ”

Ning Weichen hooked her lips, and she couldn't see the emotion clearly in her peach blossom eyes: "Jeremir woke up?" Wish? If I'm not mistaken, the third moderator of the forum, let's call it a disaster. ”

Rumble! The air seemed to freeze. The story king's eyes widened suddenly. His whole body froze in place, and he looked at Ning Weichen in disbelief.

"You ......"

Forum 3rd moderator, name, disaster.

This is a secret that only a few people in the entire heretical empire know, and even the high-ranking members of the Unnatural Bureau now only know his name and ENIAC.

"You ......"

Ning Weichen no longer hidden, he took a step forward. Each moderator will have a "field" around them, covering their appearance and blurring their voice intonation. They will never show their true colors in front of their kind. Because to break away from the protection of the "field" means to stand in front of your opponent without reservation. This is the most dangerous and stupid thing for the moderators of the heretical empire.

But the story king must come in, because soon Ye Sheng is about to ruin his story.

He has to come in, he has to come in as an author, he has to leave the "field", he has to show his true face.

The silver-purple color in Ning Weichen's eyes was like a glacier under the deep sea, and his voice dispersed all contemptuous smiles. Cold, distant, like the final judgment of the superior.

"See you again, Story King."

The familiar, cold, suffocating feeling that imprisoned time hit. The story king stepped back, the hand holding the pen gurgling, he raised his head stiffly, the pupils in his eyes shrunk to a point. The previous banter of cats and mice is gone, and there is only the deepest fear and murderous intent. Words burst out from between the teeth.

"Yes, you."

He looked around with a tearful look, only to find that he had no more cover for the field.

Every particle in the air remained in its original state, unable to move, and he could no longer find his "field".

Ning Weichen said lightly: "If you answer me a question, how about I let you go?" ”

The story king's face was forbearing: "What do you want to ask?" ”

Ning Weichen: "What you want to recover is not a disaster?" ”

The king of the story trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

Ning Weichen showed a very faint smile.

"Looks like I guessed right."

His smile was fleeting, and he stretched out his hand, his eyes cold.

Drops of ice-blue water vapor condensed in the air, choking the neck of the story king.

In space where time is stagnant, the movement of matter stops, which means that they no longer move by entropy. Absolute stillness brings absolute zero, minus 273 degrees Celsius, and the king of the story feels like he has been scorched on the surface, and once again tries a kind of torture.

Time is the definition given by man, and it is always relative. When you take the stillness here as the coordinate system, next to it is the hellish mad world, where countless particles are moving at high speed due to gravity in every everyday inconspicuous matter. Now "opposed" by stillness, they are fast coming out of the afterimage, twisted, terrifying, as if they want to devour everything.

The story king gasped heavily, like a vicious curse: "You are a traitor...... You are a traitor to the world......"

Ning Weichen seemed to have heard some joke.

"He really deserves to be the master of urban grotesque." He said with a smirk: "Is it true that every human being is a hidden idealist? ”

"Do you guess how many people are willing to accompany you in your savior drama?"

Ning Weichen's eyes grew cold.

"As far as I know, the missionary has his own unique view of 'salvation,' and he believes that one can live in faith beyond the barriers of the world. As for the Fifth Moderator, he longs for humanity to disappear into this world completely, knowing that in His eyes, humanity is the cancer of the earth. ”

The story king gasped heavily, he gritted his teeth, he was a human being in his lifetime, and all his abilities were pinned on [story]. For Ning Weichen, an innate power that belongs to the forbidden area of the gods, there is no resistance to it.

He said in a dumb voice, "You've been waiting for me to come out......"

But if Ning Weichen uses a trace of ability, he will find the clue and find that something is wrong, and it is impossible for him to leave the "field" and enter this story so recklessly, showing his true face.

It can only be said that Ning Weichen has been waiting for him to enter the story.