Full-level evil god airborne paranormal live broadcast [unlimited]

Ten minutes ago, Mr. Chen proposed the method of sacrificing live animals.

Zhu Yi, who is handicapped in legs and feet, happened to be a ready-made sacrifice, so the villagers in the house turned their attention to him.

The two men who brought Zhu Yi in looked at each other, one guarded the door of the house, and the other entered the kitchen.

After a while, he came back from the kitchen with a machete for cutting meat and bones in his hand.

"Kill him quickly, he wanted my life with another person just now!" Sun Dazhu's small eyes flashed a cunning pleasure.

"Outsiders, if you are honest, we won't kill you." The village chief stomped his cane, shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that you didn't walk on the Yangguan Avenue, but went to the single-plank bridge."

"Don't blame us for being cruel. In this situation, sacrificing you alone can save everyone, so let's make it a good luck for the next life." Mr. Chen pushed his glasses and winked at the man with the knife.

The villagers in the house looked simple and honest, but at this moment they had a fierce look on their faces.They are unmoved by the sacrifice of living people, as if killing people is trivial to them.

The man with the knife said: "There is a knife on the left and right. I advise you not to hide. Otherwise, you will not die with one knife, and you will suffer some crimes."

Zhu Yi raised his neck as if he had listened, and sat on the bench with a smile, without any fear in his eyes.

Mr. Chen was so frightened by his expression that his back was cold, fearing that something might happen, he told the man with the knife to move faster.

At this time, Zhu Yi suddenly let go of his hand, and there was a rolled up piece of paper stretching out in the palm of his hand, it was a photo.

The little girl in the middle of the photo has disappeared.

The knife fell from the air, Zhu Yi dodged sideways, and a strand of hair fell to the ground.

The little girl in a red dress with two red cakes on her cheeks was smiling strangely in the corner of the room.

The villagers looked to the corner in horror and kept backing away.

The village chief stammered and asked Zhu Yi: "When did you...bring it here..."

"She's been by my side all the time." Zhu Yi rested his chin and looked at the corner with a smile, "Isn't it, Juanzi?"

Sun Dazhu was so frightened that he shrank under the table, and the smell of urine came out again.

He held his head and closed his eyes and trembled, not daring to look in Juanzi's direction.

At this moment, a burst of laughter came into his ears, and the sound seemed to be laughing against his ears.

Sun Dazhu opened his eyes in a panic, only to see a pale, paper-like doll-like face smiling at him less than a centimeter away from his face.

"Help!" Sun Dazhu got out from under the table.

He looked up and saw that the other villagers had hid to the other side, and only Zhu Yi was sitting in front of him like a mountain.

Sun Dazhu seemed to be hugging a life-saving straw, crying: "Help, please, please."

Zhu Yi lowered his head and looked at Sun Dazhu through the lens: "Why didn't you save my life just now?"

Sun Dazhu let go of Zhu Yi's thigh like a crash, and then he woke up like a dream, pointed at Mr. Chen who was hiding aside and said loudly: "It's him! He was the one who suggested the sacrifice first!"

Zhu Yi raised his leg and kicked Sun Dazhu to the ground.

"I want to save you too, but unfortunately I can't." Zhu Yi looked at the photo, "If you hadn't been wearing a coat for ten years, I really wouldn't have recognized you as the headless man in this photo."

Hearing this, the blood on Sun Dazhu's face disappeared instantly, and the last luck in his eyes was wiped out.

Zhu Yi asked gently: "Juanzi, what is your request?"

"Help me kill him."

A cold voice came from behind, and Sun Dazhu turned his head stiffly, and found that Juanzi was lying on his back, looking at him with dark eyes.

Sun Dazhu's hands softened and he fell directly to the ground, Juanzi was still on his back, turning his head to look at the people in the room.

Zhu Yi smiled and patted her head, Juanzi moved away uncomfortably, and looked at him anxiously.

Zhu Yi bent down to pick up the machete. The village head and others were pale, looking at him and not daring to show their anger.But no one dared to leave the room, because Juanzi's weird face was facing them.

Zhu Yi squatted next to Sun Dazhu, softly danced the machete in the air a few times, and swiped the blade against Sun Dazhu's scalp several times.

Sun Dazhu couldn't even cry, and kept shaking like he was being shocked by an electric shock.

Until the blade fell on Sun Dazhu's neck.

For the first cut, Zhu Yi's hand was weak, and the blade was only halfway in, just touching Sun Dazhu's spine.

The main artery was cut off, and blood splashed out instantly like a fountain, dyeing half of Zhu Yi's face red.

The village chief and the others finally called out, their expressions twisted and frightened.

For the second cut, Zhu Yi used some strength, and the knife cut halfway through. Sun Dazhu was like a dead fish, with blood dripping all over the ground. It was obvious that he couldn't survive, but his nerves were still twitching.

At this time, not only the village chief and others, but also the audience in Zhu Yi's live broadcast room were too frightened by his actions to type.

The live sacrifice live broadcast of the weak preys on the strong, so there are not a few people who kill NPCs and teammates, but those who are still in the probationary period can kill without changing their faces, it is really rare.

The machete was so sharp that Zhu Yi chopped off Sun Dazhu's head with three cuts.

[Compulsory task - Juanzi's request has been updated, the current progress is 0/1

(You have finally fulfilled Juanzi's big wish, and Juanzi decided to trust you again.)]

"Little friend, don't you think that 0 looks a bit eye-catching." Zhu Yi threw the knife on the ground and said to Juanzi, "Can't you give me a 1?"

Juanzi sat on Sun Dazhu's corpse coldly, with an expression that I just want you to be helpless.

Zhu Yi gave up struggling: "It's okay not to give 1, they want to kill me, you have to help me. If I die, no one will help you."

After Zhu Yi finished speaking, he pointed at a group of men huddled in the corner with the bloody machete.

Pointed at by Zhu Yi, the villagers squeezed against the corner again, wishing to melt themselves into it.

Juanzi tilted her head, as if thinking about it.

The village chief and the others were praying that Juanzi would not agree. What Zhu Yi said next was like a bucket of ice water pouring over their hearts.

"Juanzi, think about your past. Apart from Sun Dazhu, don't you hate other people in the village?"

Juanzi raised her strangely big head and looked at the people in the corner.

Before they had time to call for help, they saw a pair of black eyes only one step away from themselves.

"Run!" Mr. Chen shouted and rushed out of the main house.

When he ran to the courtyard, a hand went through his stomach.

Zhu Yi closed his eyes, and hot blood splashed on him from time to time.

On the way to the village head's house, he had already remembered that Sun Dazhu's coat was the man's coat in Juanzi's photo.

In this world, all coincidences are traceable.

Zhu Yi knew that it would be difficult for him to complete the two missions at the level of a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire alone under such circumstances, so it is better to let the two missions complement each other and help each other.

Du Li restricted the actions of this group of NPCs, and Juanzi directly gave them lethality.

When he lacks strength, he can only play tricks.

After this battle, Sun Dazhu's death confirmed his thoughts—these villager NPCs were also creatures like pot-bellied ghosts.

The white light ball floating on the corpse is the evidence.

The creatures killed by him will emit white light after death.

In the memory of believers, some views of the anchors on the NPC in the live broadcast are recorded.

Most people think that these NPCs are illusions fabricated by the White Walkers, not real.

But Zhu Yi now proved that this statement was wrong.

The ball of light kept approaching him, circled around him, and then slowly penetrated from the outer layer of his skin.

These silver lights representing power entered his consciousness, and there was a light layer of silver liquid in the bottle containing the power.

However, the rational balance began to tilt due to the increase in strength.

Because the golden liquid representing faith is running out.

Zhu Yi forcibly suppressed the power that wanted to automatically repair his ankle. At this time, he was able to control the power a little, not as passive as before.

Otherwise, once the body uses its power automatically, the precarious power of faith will be completely cleared.

Zhu Yi suppressed the uncomfortable feeling and stood up. Apart from him, there was no one alive in the yard.

The task box that kept flashing red light finally stopped.

Zhu Yi picked up Sun Dazhu's head and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

He suddenly turned his head and said to Juanzi, "Juan, make them look good."

Juanzi looked at him strangely.

Zhu Yi: "Your mother should like that look."

Juanzi smiled sharply, and the group of corpses seemed to come alive, with horrific wounds, stacked together on their own.

The wooden door slammed open, and a woman in a pale yellow dress stood in front of the door with her head bowed.

She raised her eyes and saw the headless male corpse at the top of the hill, the python-like slit raised in an exaggerated arc.

Zhu Yi threw his head to Du Li.

[Compulsory task-stop Du Li's revenge. 】

[Mission level - the level of the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire. 】

[Mission Reward - Four Careful Hearts.

(Because you overfulfilled the task, Du Li decided to give you an extra reward: she is willing to help you complete a not-so-difficult task.)]

The rain curtain covered Lan Chip's expression, as well as his momentary astonishment.

When he bumped into Xiao Zhizhang, he found that the red light of the pop-up window had stopped.

So he kept confusing the public and procrastinating for time, just waiting for Zhu Yi, who had completed the task, to come out.

When he saw the head of Sun Dazhu that was swallowed by Du Li, he knew it instantly.

Protect Sun Dazhu from being killed by Du Li.This may seem like an impossible task, but it is actually a play on words.

As long as you kill Sun Dazhu yourself, the mission will be completely successful.

"Could it be that he had this idea from the very beginning?" Lan Chip looked at Zhu Yi secretly startled, "Who is this person, and why has he never heard of his name before."

Zhu Yi had already limped out and saw that everyone at the door was looking at him, so he asked, "Is there any event? Everyone gathered together?"

Daquan who was closest to him took two steps back when he heard this.

Zhu Yi paused, looked down and saw that he was covered in blood, and smiled understandingly.

"you misunderstood."

"Don't come here!" Da Daquan raised his hand and pulled the trigger on Zhu Yi uncontrollably.

"Zhu Yi, be careful!"

Blue Chip let out a loud cry, and a piece of shiny silver metal flew out of his cuff and hit Daquan's wrist.The bullet flew out as the muzzle was missed.

The impact of the gunpowder ignited instantly came to Zhu Yi.

boom!

Zhu Yi lowered his head, looked at the broken glasses legs and remained silent.

"Are you injured?" Blue Chip asked.

Zhu Yi still kept his head down, his hair blocked his face, and everyone could only see the tip of a pale chin.

Daquan clutched his wrist and suddenly felt a burst of fear, a more profound fear than when he saw the mountain of human-made corpses when the courtyard door opened just now.

Zhu Yi suddenly turned around and entered the yard, groping among the corpses with his back to the crowd.

Best not to bother him.

People who originally had different positions reached a consensus at this time.

Zhu Yi suddenly discovered something, kicked a corpse down, and then picked up something from the corpse below.

He turned around, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses appeared on his face.