Chapter 887 I took the person away
Pi, when pronounced as bēi, means low position, status, terrain, etc., which can be translated as "humble".
In the context of the side show, "King of Pi" is more appropriate than "King of Sorrow". The Immortal performed Nuo performances to drive away evil spirits and moved poles to invite gods during his lifetime. After his death, his status under the Nine Nether cannot be the same as that of ordinary monsters. language.
Note that the side show is a direct "invitation", rather than a series of complex invitation rituals such as setting up sacrifices to eagles, tigers, golden cangs, etc., so the ones he invites are neither a family of Fox Yellow White Willow Ash nor a normal one. The King of Pi, in theory, you can only do this if you have a certain degree of family relationship. To put it bluntly, if you don’t pay or have foreplay, who do you expect to perform some exciting shows for you? ?
After the side show shouted this sentence, he stopped his chaotic and evil dance steps, lowered his head, and stood there motionless.
In view of the kid's crazy behavior before, Stafford actually cautiously took half a step back instead of continuing to launch an offensive. Moreover, he felt that the aura of the kid in front of him suddenly changed, becoming more dangerous and completely different. people.
The corner of Bian Xiu's mouth suddenly moved, and he exhaled a long breath of cold white steam. The movement was so large that it felt like he was trying to squeeze out his entire lungs.
"Ha~"
"Which shameless person with a weak disease and tuberculosis wouldn't be happy if he didn't get a dime, right? How dare he come to make trouble with the old lady's disciple?"
(Note: To collect the pond, go to the cemetery during the New Year and festivals to throw horsewhips, sweep, burn paper and offer tributes, etc.)
What came out of his mouth was not the voice of a side show at all, but the voice of an old woman, as hoarse as an old bird.
There was no trace of vitality left in the side show, his eyes were closed tightly and he was turning rapidly under his eyelids. At some point, there was a wilted willow branch on his left hand, and there were a bunch of strings hanging on his right hand and arm. There are dozens of small bronze mirrors.
Stafford: "."
He doesn’t understand!
Side show opened his eyes.
The eyes were not eyeballs at all, but a fierce and stinging fox-yellow and red light: "Oh, foreign devils, the burial pits given to you back then were still too small!"
Li Cang himself was the last person to believe in such things as "aura". Even though Tao Hongben caught him talking about something and nothing every day, today was undoubtedly an eye-opener for Teacher Cang.
There was an unexplainable and mysterious aura about the side show, and everyone, or rather every living person, had a feeling of being suppressed, just like running in the hot sun on the road in the dog days of summer, only to end up falling headlong. Enter the cold storage of the slaughterhouse.
The direction of the side show and Stafford was blurry and chaotic. The black and white energy and colored lights completely mixed the scenery around them into an indescribable mosaic. People outside could only hear the ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping from inside. The dull beating sound and the strange screams and laughter of the side show changed the tone.
Chumaxian was born out of a branch of primitive shamanism and is a continuation of the shaman tradition. In terms of animism and immortality of all things, it has something in common with the voodoo doctrine believed in by Martinis. The so-called dancing god, throwing away Talking about things other than the core values, it is the same as all Nuo operas. It is nothing more than a beautiful vision of warding off disasters, exorcising evil spirits and warding off epidemics. Silk dances, silk dances, gongs, lanterns, tiger and eagle dances, etc. Some have it.
Therefore, what people see in a mosaic are all kinds of chaotic monsters, muttering words, performing various animal-like and incredible dance movements, and at the same time engaging in hand-to-hand combat with Stafford
Changing the soup without changing the dressing, the viewing quality can be described as "excellent".
However, the ability of the King of Pi was obviously far better than that of the side show himself. Within a few seconds, Stafford was beheaded.
In the audience seats on the Stafford side of the Colosseum, a "corpse puppet" was instantly reduced to ashes and died for Stafford. Stafford gasped with lingering fear and cursed: "Damn"
He really couldn't say anything.
When the side show saw this, he frowned, and the fox-yellow light in his eyes became a bit disgusting and majestic: "The evil is serious, this is the way to die!"
He swung the bronze mirror, and with a crashing sound, the colorful light that filled the entire Colosseum was instantly pushed back within five meters of Stafford.
"Go!"
A withered willow branch directly turned into a towering tree, and the willow roots stretched like ghost claws, submerging and crushing Stafford's entire body together with the colorful light.
"Baby, my godmother is tired. I'll take him with me. If you have anything to do, I'll give my godmother some yellow, white, round and flat ones. I've lost a lot of money these days when I push Pai Gow!"
"Okay!"
The side show's face was pale, and he was sweating so much that he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.
Not a single part of Stafford's body was missing. He stood there blankly. He didn't say a word until the sideshow came to him. Tears and snot flowed down his face, and he made a muffled sound. Laughing: "People like me will never die. They only have birthdays and no memorial days. My tombstone will be engraved with the year of eternal life."
The side show looked at him, smiled, and smashed a big-eared melon seed into it. "Hey, I won't die. Birthday celebration"
The sideshow threw out another big-eared melon seed: "Wake up!"
"hee"
The light and shadow of the Colosseum were dissipating, and the buildings began to collapse and decay. The process was very slow, but the four thousand private troops on Stafford's side were visibly wilting, and soon their movements were as slow and weak as an old man.
Ever since, the crackling sound of big-eared melon seeds was particularly abrupt and loud.
"Really killed by him? Bullshit! Bullshit!"
"No, what are you doing?"
"Stafford seems to be stupid. Xiu'er probably wants to vent her anger?"
The side show explained to Rao Qifang: "My godmother took away his three souls and six souls. His body is already empty, but it is not considered dead. There is still a random happy soul that is the most difficult to handle. I will help him quickly." Click to complete the process of returning to the soul. ”
"Return to the soul?"
"Well, that's it." Facing Rao Qifang, the side show looked very embarrassed, like a little fanboy seeing the idol he longed for. He said, "It's almost the same as the first seven? After death, the three souls and seven souls still have to come back for the last look. A glance, a flashback? ”
"How long will it take?"
"Xi Po is the most annoying. In the longest period, he has to wait for the first seven days before he disperses." The side show scratched his head and said: "Although the Colosseum is collapsing and decaying, if he never returns to his soul, he probably has to wait a little longer. time.”
"Oh."
Rao Qifang twitched the corner of her mouth very covertly.
Stafford was still giggling and not moving. He just stood there happily looking around.
Several thornheads who had outstanding performance in the previous battle asked impatiently: "Just keep waiting like this? Can't we just raise it?"
There are thorns everywhere, especially when there are many fierce and powerful villains in the army.
They didn't think the sideshow was very strong, but Stafford kept chasing him and beating him. The two went in both directions and squeezed out their performance opportunities.
Li Cang thought for a while and said: "Since there is no direct declaration of victory, let's wait. It may have something to do with the skill mechanism of the Colosseum. If you win, you will win. Don't make any more mistakes."
So Bian Xiu bared his teeth at Li Cang and managed a smile.
There are a few nannies who are real people. They look so weak that they can't even stand upright on the side show, and they have several sets of red and blue tonic skills.
"Huh? Why is it useless?"
"It shouldn't be."
"Thank you!" Bian Xiu said weakly: "Those who can't recover can only take care of themselves slowly."
(End of chapter)