Fifty-four
It was just dawn when the sound of horns came and Yunqi's door was opened.
There were two more people this time.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and with the smoke from the burning torches, the entire altar site was gray and felt like a dream.
Yunqi was taken to the altar by the six men. The drunkard was already there. Unlike Yunqi, there was only one person watching him.
He was trying his best to wink at us from a distance.
To be honest, Yunqi really doesn't understand.
Besides, it is unrealistic to keep trying to interpret when so many people are watching them.
Until the drunkard changed his approach and made a gesture.
Yunqi understood it immediately.
gun?
After understanding what the other party meant, Yun Qi frowned at him slightly while no one was paying attention: And then?
The drunkard pointed at the altar almost imperceptibly.
Following his hint, Yun Qi connected the two things in his mind and was stunned for a moment.
Does this mean that Beitang Fenghe set up this altar for the gun?
Can he really do it!?
That’s not right… It’s something that will disappear after use, but the recording can be preserved intact. Why didn’t I think of this at the time?
Thinking of this, Yun Qi suddenly felt a chill.
In this way, this ceremony is completely designed for people like them. If it succeeds, the world guided by consciousness will have a large number of objects in the real world. What kind of scene will it be then?
What about the people being sacrificed?
Will everyone be like Aunt Zhao?
As for whether it would cause chaos in the world guided by consciousness, Yun Qi was no longer able to consider it.
He could only think of the closest timeline, that is, Beitang Fenghe. If he had a gun, would Ling Junyan, the drunkard, the national teacher, Qingji, and General Shi who had secretly infiltrated the Diyue territory still be able to survive?
The strange dance of the nine masked people on the altar added a horror to the scene, making Yunqi's heart drop again.
He looked down at the hand that had held the gun.
Will it appear on this hand, or...
Yun Qi couldn't judge at this moment.
The dance ended and the nine people retreated from the altar. At this moment, Beitang Fenghe appeared in everyone's sight.
He was facing the altar, with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, breathing, seemingly enjoying the moment.
Then, he waved his hand lightly, and the man next to the drunkard moved. He grabbed the drunkard's shoulders and almost lifted him up.
"Hey! What are you doing! Let go!" the drunkard shouted.
Seeing this, Yun Qi wanted to stop it eagerly, but was immediately stopped by six people.
Yun Qi immediately shouted, "Beitang Fenghe, come at me if you have anything to say!"
Beitang Fenghe slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yunqi, but said nothing.
And so, the drunkard was thrown onto the altar.
“Ouch!”
The drunkard felt like his body was about to fall apart.
Beitang Fenghe followed closely behind him and walked up to the altar. He came to the side of the drunkard and looked down at him.
A drunkard can neither laugh nor cry.
“You you you you…”
Before he could say anything, a voice suddenly came from the distance.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Yun Qi was also familiar with this voice, and almost at the same time, everyone's eyes turned to it.
I saw the miracle doctor jogging towards me, looking a little excited.
He quickly slipped to the altar, without even bothering to greet Beitang Fenghe, and immediately put on a teasing face.
"You can't go back now!"
The drunkard got angry when he saw him, not caring whether he was afraid or not. "You little bastard, I even wanted to help you, but your conscience has been eaten by a dog!"
"Conscience? You are the ones without conscience!"
The drunkard didn't expect that he could be so calm and composed even at this time.
The doctor continued, "And I didn't completely lie to you. It was two times in total. I had two chances to get out."
He stretched out his hand and measured, "Has anyone ever paid any attention to me?"
The drunkard was speechless for a moment.
The miracle doctor spoke intently, "I was just doing my job honestly. Why did they pick on me? I just turned down a few dinner invitations. Didn't I just refuse to give them face? No! I gave them too much face. I knew they were all petty. I thought they knew what was important, but what happened?"
After all, it was the pain in his heart. The doctor smiled bitterly and said, "So I want you all to have a taste of what it's like to stay in this world for the rest of your life."
Regarding this matter, Jiu Fengzi expressed his understanding of his feelings, but he couldn't accept it at all. He had always had 100% trust in their entire system, and now someone suddenly appeared and said that his demands were ignored because of a few dinner parties. How could this be possible...
The drunkard asked, "Then how do you know what's happening outside?"
The miracle doctor said, "What can happen? It's nothing more than a few people discussing it. Well, just leave it alone."
The drunk suddenly recalled a major event that had shocked their entire industry at the time. He had no choice but to connect the two events. "Did you...did you know that someone was harassing one of our CG offices?"
The genius doctor was stunned. "Revenge? What revenge?!"
Drunkard: "X× City."
"What did you say?" The doctor excitedly grabbed the drunkard's collar and said, "Say it again."
Really! ?
Despite some speculation, nothing is as shocking as the fact.
The drunkard said with some regret: "This also happened before I came here."
"impossible!"
"And I guess I can't empathize with him. This guy wants to kill us."
The drunkard looked at Beitang Fenghe, who was watching their drama indifferently.
"What do you mean, isn't it a ritual that can keep you?"
The miracle doctor just stood up and turned around to ask what was going on.
As a result, the next second, his neck was locked by a force.
Beitang Fenghe's face remained expressionless, but the sinister look in his eyes was impossible to ignore. "Are you done?"
The miracle doctor kept hitting the hand that was pinching his neck, and his face turned red in an instant.
Yunqi and the drunkard were shocked when they saw this scene.
Aren't they in the same group?
The miracle doctor didn't seem to expect, "You..."
Beitang Fenghe said with a forced smile, "What a great show, but do you think you can stay out of it?"
Seeing that the miracle doctor was about to suffocate, Beitang Fenghe let go of his hand at this critical moment, and the miracle doctor immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Beitang Fenghe raised his foot and stepped directly on his shoulder, saying, "If you hadn't persuaded my mother to leave here, how could she have died? It's simply wishful thinking for a criminal to want to live a decent life here."
The genius doctor stared in disbelief and said with difficulty: "You...you know?"
Beitang Fenghe sneered and did not answer his question.
He slowly took out a dagger from his waist, and the reflection of the blade flashed across the eyes of countless people.
"Today, use your blood to commemorate my mother."
After saying that, before anyone could react, the dagger pierced the miracle doctor's chest.
Drunkard:!!!
Yun Qi:!!!
The doctor looked up at the sky. The clouds seemed to be molded into different shapes, gradually transforming into faces in his memory...
"Xiao Si, you're not going to eat again? If you don't go, Boss Hao will be angry and will deduct your salary."
"I won't go."
"Just because he scolded you today? Oh, it's no big deal. Don't you know he's heartbroken?"
“Ah…ah?”
"Oh no, if Xiao Si doesn't go, there will be no one to help share Boss Hao's anger."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"So what? He didn't even go when I invited him to dinner. Tsk, I'll let you guys take the blame next time!"
“No, no, no…”
Even a normal conversation has lost its original meaning after years of emotional accumulation.
I'm sorry, I misunderstood you...
The people in front of him smiled and stretched out their hands to him. He put his hand on one of them. This time, he could finally go back.
In a real hospital
"drop----"
…
Before he could recover from what had just happened, when the blood of the miracle doctor flowed to a certain place on the altar, suddenly a purple light appeared on the altar, and a circular platform only a few inches in size slowly rose from the center of the altar. On it was a statue holding a purple ball.
Beitang Fenghe dragged the drunkard up and pulled him towards the ball, but the drunkard's attention was still on the dead doctor and he was unable to react for a while.
It wasn't until the pain in the palm of his hand came that the drunkard screamed "Ah".
Blood dripped onto the purple ball.
The entire altar suddenly revealed a blood-red pattern as big as the altar.
The formation has become...
Not only on the altar, the green balls held by all the surrounding statues also turned purple in an instant, and each of them cast a red line connecting them together, like a huge spider web.
Yun Qi looked around in horror at the scenes he had never seen before.
We can’t sit and wait for death any longer!
He immediately turned his gaze to the purple ball held by the statue closest to him.
This thing was indeed as strange as he thought. If he destroyed one, would it interrupt the ceremony?
Yun Qi lowered his eyes and glanced at the sword of the person guarding him. Based on his observation of the purple ball, its material did not seem to be something hard like crystal. To use an inappropriate metaphor, it was more like soft rubber.
The sword should be able to destroy it.
Just do it when you think of it.
Yunqi pulled out the man's sword at an extremely fast speed. After the six people realized it, they wanted to subdue him, but it was not that easy. The scene suddenly became chaotic.
The moment Yun Qi broke out of the encirclement, he raised his knife and chopped at the purple ball.
It's about to succeed.
Unexpectedly, the eyes of the statue on the altar suddenly turned red, as if it was angry.
The smoke from the torch condensed into two pitch-black nails.
By the time Yunqi heard any noise, the nails had already pierced his two shoulders, and the nail heads were deeply embedded in the wooden wall above the altar.
When the scene in front of Yunqi's eyes became clear again, he was already on the altar.
The pain in his shoulder came belatedly, and Yun Qi looked down with trembling breathing.
The top hat exposed outside was still emitting black smoke.
Seeing this scene, the drunkard couldn't help but shout, "Yun Qi!"
Beitang Fenghe walked over and gently touched the place where Yunqi was nailed. "Ah Qi, why are you doing this?"
Yun Qi was confused for a moment. He ignored Beitang Fenghe and closed his eyes briefly to adjust himself.
Beitang Fenghe didn't care, "If that's the case, then let's get started."
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