Chapter 508

It is worthy of being a big city.

The scenery of the city is very different from that of other small cities.

There are many people.

Thirty million people, cut by half, or tens of millions.

But on the streets, all kinds of vehicles, like scrap iron, cross the streets and are driverless.

The air train track has been damaged a lot, and fireworks are burning everywhere in the city, such as festivals and celebrations.

There were many apostles in strange clothes, who looked crazy, cried and laughed, and fought with the people around them.

Yilin didn't notice.

Before he left.

A beautiful young woman with a slim figure and a little pink girl sitting on her shoulder.

This is the legendary hold high.

"Ma Ma, Ma Ma, there's nothing to see!"

Xiao Xi pouted.

The beautiful young woman smiled gently: "well, it's late. Will mother accompany Xiao Xi to lunch?"

"Xiao Xi, no! Xiao Xi wants to see it again! Have a good time!"

"What else is there to see when the crew has run out?" The beautiful young woman lost her smile.

"Emmmm -" Xiao Xi tilted her head. She suddenly turned her head and looked in a certain direction.

That way.

A figure in a black tuxedo passed unnoticed.

"Ma Ma, Xiao Xi wants to go there!"

Xiao Xi stretched out her little finger and pointed in that direction.

……

……

What is

The fastest knife?

Zhitian dance doesn't know.

How many knives can you swing in a second?

Or

How many scattered dead leaves can a knife cut?

Or

Zhitian dance vaguely remembers that the "master" once said that when she waved this knife, she could reach a time that even the knife maker could not imagine, that was the fastest knife.

But.

Zhitian dance has been unable to reach the realm described by the "master".

Even in the ghost fog mountain, she added her strength to the highest, but she couldn't cut out the blade that she longed for in her mind.

There are four people in front of us.

As for the others other than the four, it doesn't matter at all.

Because you can't kill.

It doesn't matter who can't be killed.

Of course, it doesn't matter who has been killed.

Zhitian dance raised her head.

His hand is on the handle of the knife.

There was no expression on the ghost's face.

In fact, under the "ghost face", Zhitian dance has no expression.

The four masked apostles have become horns and vaguely surround Zhitian dance.

Seeing this, the surrounding people shouted one after another.

It seems to be encouraging several hard-working "actors".

The masks worn by the four apostles were like the same series, as if they had been purchased from the same store.

Respectively——

A completely bald monk.

River boy.

pighead.

monkey.

A little weird combination.

"Monk" with some complaints, straightened the mask on his face: "do we really want to wear this stupid mask?"

The pig smiled coldly: "what can you do without wearing it? Can you expose your identity openly? Don't forget that the 'organization' is now in this city. If it is an internal struggle between 'US', the organization may turn a blind eye, but if it causes chaos in the real world... Ha ha."

The next words were not clear.

But others can only accept this scheme.

But then again, thanks to the inspiration given by the "fat rabbit" brother, maybe we can take such a way to dress up in the real world in the future.

Thank you, fat rabbit.

I don't know if the fat rabbit brother is dead now.

At this time.

"River boy" took a step forward.

He was wearing a wide Navy robe.

His hands are completely hidden in his sleeves.

Click.

At the moment he took a step, a faint sound of bullets loading came from the river boy's sleeve.

The river boy asked in a low voice, "there is only one soul weapon? How to divide it?"

"Monkey" but chuckled: "things haven't arrived yet, so I began to worry about uneven distribution?"

River boy: "

Pig head: "

The monk smiled: "I have a proposal."

"Say."

The other three "companions" spoke in unison.

"According to intelligence, there are five 'boxes' in Haiting city. We don't know whether the box is true or false. We might as well work together to grab the box first. Whoever grabs it must open the box in front of everyone."

"If there is really something in the box, discuss the next distribution."

"Nonsense!" The river boy's tone was a little impatient. He sneered: "it's all nonsense after talking for a long time. If there's really something in the box and there's only one thing, we still can't tell it. In terms of strength, we're all the same. We'll fight for life and death at that time?"

The monk heard the speech, but he was not angry. He smiled and said, "at that time, it's not too late to discuss whether it's based on strength or with other props or equipment."

The river boy suddenly lowered his head: "exchange?"

Pig head: "wonderful!"

Monkey: "but!"

So in a few words, the distribution mode of the box behind Zhitian dance was preliminarily determined.

After the ghost face, Zhitian dance pursed her lips slightly.

For a moment, she looked at the four apostles who had no cooperation at all. She had been concentrating on the waist long knife, but she was in a trance for a moment.

That man

With a plan that is too simple to be simple, everyone is playing with applause.

Zhitian dance believes that many of the apostles in Haiting city should see that this is clearly a trap.

But even if it has been seen that it may be a trap, it has to take the initiative to join the trap.

After all, the temptation of the so-called ownerless spiritual weapons is too great.

Big enough for the apostles to flock and take all the risks.

Zhitian dance was moved in her heart.

She suddenly remembered that at the end of the ghost fog mountain, the foot was empty and raised her hands like a demon.

Zhitian dance suddenly laughed.

No one saw her smile.

"If I can kill him... Maybe I can reach the realm that Shifu said?"

Even Zhitian dance couldn't understand why she had such a strange idea.

"Well, it's possible."

Zhitian dance converges her smile.

TA.

TA.

TA.

When the four had just discussed, Zhitian dance had walked towards the four step by step.

Awe inspiring.

Her knife has never had a way back.

Suddenly.

The four apostles who had just quarreled suddenly quieted down.

No more quarrels.

Hetong's two long sleeves suddenly moved. In an instant, two silver exquisite pistols appeared in Hetong's palm.

"Heat weapon?"

Others reacted differently.

Among the apostles, because the thermal weapons made in the real world cannot be brought into the inner world, the proportion of Apostles with thermal weapons as the main means of attack is not too much among all apostles.

But there is no doubt that thermal weapons have low threshold, easy to use, no sequelae, and various advantages. They are also an excellent means of attack in the real world.

"Die!"

Zhitian dance is still more than ten meters away from several people.

River boy Huoran shot.

Bang bang!

But Zhitian dance moved before the bullet came out of the chamber.

The posture was like flowing clouds and water, without any block, and the bullets passed through Zhitian dance!

Because considering the ordinary people around him, he Tong had already calculated the trajectory of the bullet, and the trajectory was lower than usual, but anyway, he aimed with his heart and didn't paddle.

But strangely, the crisp pace of Zhitian dance easily avoided the bullet, and there was no beautiful blood on her as expected by the river boy.

"Stop writing!" Without saying a word, the pig touched out a seemingly ordinary kitchen knife and shouted, "she saw through your eyes when you aimed!"

Zhitian is dancing!

In an instant, her slow steps suddenly stepped on the ground.

The whole man rushed directly into the surrounding circle of four people like a shell!

——Draw the knife!

The kitchen knife with pig head mask has just come out of its scabbard.

There was a line that passed through his neck without stopping.

In a flash.

……

……

【14:00】

Haiting city.

This is the hottest time in the sun.

At this time, the normally congested lane is completely stagnant and can't walk at all.

Because

I don't know why.

A large group of strange people wearing masks ran a marathon in Haiting city.

It's a hot one.

Dudu Dudu——

Countless car owners were blocked on the road and couldn't move. They couldn't help frantically honking their horns to vent their unhappiness.

"Eh? Is there a marathon today?"

"I heard that someone seems to be running on the road ahead? Sleeping trough? Nobody cares?"

"I haven't heard of the marathon, but I heard that there is a mysterious crew shooting location in the whole city today."

"Location? Crazy? Downtown?"

"Ha ha, but I heard that the scene is pretty good. You see BBS knows what it is. It's all said that the special effects of the play are awesome, and the acting is realistic. Absolutely, conscience."

"Wait, hot search first?"

Just when many people got out of the car and talked about it.

A strange man full of bandages, dragging a gorgeous chrysanthemum light and shadow behind him, ran past countless suspended vehicles.

Then.

A strange man wearing a clown mask, carrying a potholed baseball bat on his shoulder, directly hit the chrysanthemums with his face and followed the bandage strange man.

Chrysanthemums bloom.

You drive and I drive.

"This..."

"This..."

"This..."

All the people whose faces were covered with chrysanthemums were stunned.

Thought there was an illusion.

"Wait, did you see..."

"Chrysanthemum?"

"No, it's a big chrysanthemum... The one that explodes while opening!"

"Sleeping trough! What the BBS says is true! Someone is really filming in the street! How did this special effect come out, and the scene can also make post special effects?"

"Are you stupid? That must be some of the latest special effects technology. You know shit!"

Beep, beep.

A car owner decisively parked his car on the roadside and locked it.

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Watch the excitement, otherwise what are you doing here?"

"Wait, your position, illegal stop!"

"Don't worry about him. If the traffic police come, I'll say I can't stand the blockage and go to the toilet! Hey, don't say it. I don't believe the traffic police can get in! AI traffic police make mistakes more often. Just complain later."

"Brother, be smart! Wait for me, I'll go too!"

So many citizens have joined the marathon army.

Shortly after the bandage man ran with the clown.

A group of masked people with all kinds of strange weapons in their hands pulled into a long line and passed through the crowded traffic flow.

"What about the two boxes?"

"Over there!"

One of the masked men pointed in a direction.

"They are..." what Li Erpang was trying to say, but then he squinted his eyes, his eyes were deep and mysterious, shaking his head, and the little voice said, "this place is not suitable for a long time. Now the city is not very smooth. Let's go back first, and the surrounding eyeliner is complex. If their people see you here..."

"OK."

Before Li Er Pang finished, Yi Lin understood what the little fatty meant.