Do not disturb the evil spirits [Unlimited]

Inside the Bird House.

Everyone lined up in two rows according to men and women, and stood neatly in the hall on the first floor, almost crowding both sides of the hall.

But no one dared to go in the middle.

Because there is a god of death sitting in the middle.

The overall tone of the Bird House is dark red, and the ambiguous lighting arouses the fiery and restlessness in the hearts of the people.And in the middle of the hall, the silver-haired young man was sitting on an old Chinese-style chair with a blue teacup in his hand, with a frosty arrogance and coldness on his body.Like an emperor, he watched every move of everyone in the Queyuan Pavilion, as if anyone who dared to touch his taboo, he would kill Fengyue present with a single knife.

terrible.

How could there be such a person in the prison of obscenity?

People showed expressions of despair and bewilderment.

Si Qingxuan looked at this group of people with a sneer, thinking that they were like rows of penguins climbing up the cliff and preparing to jump off the cliff to seek death.

A few minutes ago, Si Qingxuan gave the knife in his hand to a young man, and asked him to blast out all the top ten oirans in the Queyuan Pavilion.

A few minutes passed, and there was still no movement upstairs.It seemed that the commotion on the first floor was not enough to disturb the mysterious and charming world upstairs.

The murderous look on Si Qingxuan's face became more and more intense.

"Ahem, well, the oirans upstairs are all protected by special personnel, so it may take some time to bring them all out." A brave man approached Si Qingxuan, trying to figure out what Si Qingxuan was doing. Looking at the expression on his face, he said with some anxiety, "Especially the top three leaders... They are just one step away from the position of the prison master. If they are asked to give up now, it may be difficult for them to agree—"

Si Qingxuan stared at the man and nodded.He gave a gesture to the crying thrush who was squatting in the distance, telling him to go upstairs to arrest people.

The ghost-crying thrush chirped and did so immediately.

Crying Thrashers are very efficient.Not long after it climbed up to the second floor, there was a noise of howling ghosts and howling wolves.

Obediently standing in two rows, people who didn't dare to show their atmosphere: "..."

This movement is too familiar.Wasn't that how they were before?

They lamented in their hearts the ignorance of the oirans.

Soon, the ten oirans at the top of the entire obscene prison were all torn off by the ghost crying thrush as if they were escorting prisoners.

Si Qingxuan was scorched to the point of eyes.

But he can also understand that during this period of time, the oirans must be working hard to earn tickets.

The Queyuan Building is very high, and it is said that the higher the ranking oirans live in higher places.Therefore, the order in which the oirans were driven downstairs is also different.

The last one to appear, it is said that the person who is currently the most promising to become the prison master, the number one legendary oiran——

The other party was dragged off by the ghost crying thrush by grabbing his clothes.

"Why, what, let me go! My pants are about to fall off!... What's wrong with you, why doesn't the word spirit work on you, aren't you a weird creature?!"

Si Qingxuan: "..."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and glanced in the direction of the stairs.

I saw a young man in a red robe holding on to the pillar on the side of the stairs, struggling hard.The belt on his chest was already scattered, if he stood in a normal posture, it would definitely be gone.He clung to the pillar to cover his body, but behind him there was a Weeping Thrush yanking his belt vigorously——

Isn't this a banquet?

He is here too?

Shu Yan seemed to be completely confused about the situation, his eyes glanced behind him, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Li... Li Wujiu!"

The silver-haired young man was sitting on a chair with a cup of tea in his hand, looking relaxed, he raised his hand and waved in his direction.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Shu Yan: "..."

Shu Yan didn't expect the other party to say this first.

The surprise of meeting his companion was greatly diluted by the other party's calm and breezy demeanor, leaving only embarrassment in Shu Yan's heart.

"Is this bird yours?" Shu Yan said through gritted teeth, "Can you make it stop grabbing my clothes—"

Before Shu Yan finished speaking, there was a clear and crisp sound of "呲啦" in the air.

Shu Yan: "..."

Si Qingxuan: "..."

Si Qingxuan thoughtfully turned his head to one side, not looking at Shu Yan, who was on the verge of collapse, coughed twice, and said, "Ahem, the quality of the clothes you are wearing is not very good."

……

After a few minutes.

Si Qingxuan and Shu Yan sat face to face in a closed box.

Shu Yan changed into a familiar combat uniform, clutched his forehead a little tiredly, and sat silently on the edge of the bed—there was nothing but a big bed in this box, so he and Si Qingxuan could only sit On the edge of the bed, chat side to side.

Si Qingxuan looked at his sluggish look, and comforted him kindly: "Don't worry, I didn't see anything just now."

Hearing this, Shu Yan raised her head and looked at him faintly: "You still have the nerve to say it? Isn't it because of your bird..."

"I'm just cleaning up all the 'oirans' in this bird mansion." Si Qingxuan said, "I didn't expect that you and I have the same idea, and your ranking is still the first—well, it seems You kind of 'fit in' here."

"Accommodating a ghost." Shu Yan retorted unhappily, "It's not because of my 'speaking spirit'... Forget it, let's not talk nonsense. Since you and I entered the same different space, why are you so stupid? Late? I've been here four nights."

"I haven't stayed here for a whole day and night." Si Qingxuan said, "It seems that the flow of time in this different space is very different from that of the outside world."

"That's right, you can guess from the appearance of those people outside. They seem to have completely forgotten what kind of life they used to live." Shu Yan frowned and said with a gloomy expression, "When I first came here, I tried I tried to awaken the consciousness of these people, but not only did they not respond, they even attacked me in reverse. So I decided to temporarily follow the rules here and become the 'prison master'... Prison masters should have the right to leave this different space, right?"

"By the way, are you alone?" Shu Yan suddenly raised her head and asked, "Where are the others?"

Si Qingxuan: "[-]% are in other different spaces. There are multiple different spaces in Yanwei Town."

Shu Yan: "Can you contact them? My communicator failed after being involved in a different space."

Si Qingxuan shook his head.

"They say that the 'prison master' is the messenger of the gods. It is the gods who select the messengers for themselves." Shu Yan said, "but where did the gods come from this ghostly place like Yanwei Town? What, the god of chaos in everything, hasn't died long ago Yet?"

Si Qingxuan: "Who knows."

The Vientiane Chaos God has indeed died.

If the Church of True Spirit wants to prove itself as a god, according to the system, they must become godslayers to have the chance to prove themselves as gods.But where did the gods in Yanwei Town kill them?Based on the strength of the True Spirit Church, it would be good not to be counter-killed.

Si Qingxuan can't figure this out for the time being, but these different spaces are undoubtedly the reliance that the Church of True Spirit cannot hide in Yanwei Town.It is imperative to destroy these different spaces.That's for sure.

"Let's take it one step at a time." Si Qingxuan said, and took a look at Shu Yan. "Tonight, the ranking of the oiran will be determined. It seems that even if I don't intervene, you can still get No.1."

The talent of Lingling is weak to say the least, but it is more than enough to fool such a few demented humans.

"But didn't you just say that you want to be the prisoner? I'll make way for you." Shu Yan said, with a dazed expression on his face, "You don't even know what I've been through these two days— —”

"Okay." After all, he was his own believer, and Si Qingxuan couldn't be too harsh, he patted Shu Yan's back sympathetically, and said, "I don't need to repeat this part, I'm not very interested. "

While they were chatting, Ghost Crying Thrush personally drove out the remaining nine "oirans" one by one.

Most of the oirans chose to leave in silence.

Many people gathered in front of the bird mandarin hall, watching this scene silently, some sighed, but no one dared to complain for them.

—Whispering Thrush was still standing there staring at them.

I don't know how this strange bird looks like, ordinary birds only have two eyes, but it has six, and it can't hide any troubles from it.The ghost crying thrush brought them a stronger sense of deterrence than the previous eagle monsters that could eat human flesh raw.

After the midnight bell, the "Oiran Selection" of the Sparrow House officially ended.

The most popular one is Shu Yan, and the second is Si Qingxuan.The two of them will participate in tomorrow's "live competition".There must be a competition in the bird mandarin hall, which is the "rule" of this different space, a ceremony that must be held to select the prison master.But the result of this "competition" seems to have no suspense.

Si Qingxuan said, let everyone vote for him.

Competition night.

All the lights in the Bird House were on.

All the people went to a stage that was raised high.The stage was made into the shape of a lotus flower, and the base was painted with layers of glaze, and the pinkish-white petals had a crystal and warm luster.The crimson and tender yellow silk curtains hang down from the top of the stage, like a layer of misty clouds, gently enveloping the lotus flower, adding to the hazy beauty.

... So, it is indeed a very suitable place for "competition".Doing that kind of thing in this place, there is still a kind of artistic beauty to be sure.

"It looks cold up there."

As Shu Yan said, she added a coat to herself.

The crowd holding flower tickets: "..."

Competition, do you have to perform?Shu Yan thought hesitantly that the last time he performed was at the high school's New Year's Day party.

Thinking of this, the memory hidden in the depths of his brain seemed to be faintly revived.

He climbed onto the lotus platform, straightened his clothes, spoke solemnly, and recited "Youth Without Complaints".

Shu Yan is very professional.The tone is beautiful and the expression is in place.Although he stumbled a bit when he spoke, his condition was getting better and better, and finally he even had a demeanor of performing on stage.

"...Youth should be a song without resentment. Whoever wastes his time, youth will fade away!"

With the clanging and forceful ending of the banquet, the originally silent crowd began to applaud mechanically, and the applause resounded sparsely.

"Why are you applauding?" Someone asked his companion.

The person who was asked subconsciously replied: "I don't know, I just think we should applaud at this time..."

Everyone recalled that recitation, and their eyes gradually brightened.

It seems that such a performance is not bad?

They suppressed their curiosity, raised their heads, and looked at Si Qingxuan who was gradually walking onto the stage.

Most of the people in the Prostitution Prison are members of the Senior Appearance Association, and they like good-looking people. Although "Li Wujiu"'s appearance is not as exquisite and eye-catching as Shu Yan, his silver hair and silver eyes have another kind of charm that people can't take their eyes off.

What show will this silver-haired beauty perform?

Everyone will wait and see.

Si Qingxuan walked onto the stage, and when he lowered his head, he found that the dark crowd was all looking up at him.

Si Qingxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and calmly pulled the chair beside him and sat down.His back slowly leaned back, sticking to the back of the chair, holding the armrest of the chair with one hand, and crossed his elegant legs.

"Let me perform a role-play for everyone." He said casually, there seemed to be faint light spots shining in his eyes, setting off a silver storm, "Everyone can guess... what role I am performing."

boom.

The air pressure at the scene instantly dropped to freezing point.

Everyone, including Shu Yan—they were oppressed by an invisible force, the strings in their brains were tensed and broken for no reason, and the cells all over their bodies were trembling without knowing it.

"Kneel down for me."

The people on the stage said in a flat tone.

It seems that a high god is giving orders to believers who are as insignificant as dust.

Half of the people couldn't help but froze on the spot, while the other half's knees softened and they knelt down directly.

"..."

After a long silence.

The silver-haired young man on the stage smiled again: "Okay, the performance is over."

"Let's start voting."

Si Qingxuan's smile was as contemptuous as a thin willow in March.

Shu Yan standing behind the stage: "..."

It's not acting at all.This is a threat.

No, they weren't here to perform.

Shu Yan twitched the corners of her mouth, regretting endlessly.