I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

A player is thrown out.

He got up from the desert, a little in disbelief that he actually left it.

There are no people around.

The contestant walked out step by step with perseverance and means. After about one day and one night, he met a pedestrian riding a camel. The contestant danced and wanted to communicate with this aborigine.

The camel rider waved his hand and said, "I know you."

He gave the contestants some water to drink, took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it, smiling kindly.

one hour later.

The contestants were pressed onto the plane by special police.

The death master show is an extremely sensational event for the whole world.

All governments are starting to investigate.

……

After receiving the message from Shaoyan, Xianling hesitated again and again, and decided to seek wealth and wealth, but it was a pity that it happened to coincide with the outbreak of the death master show in the United States.

Air travel between the entire two countries has almost stopped.

Although the Pacific Ocean is not covered, the faeries cannot swim across it.

He can only wait.

Wait until the master of death show is over.

The fairy did not tell Kiemon about this. He privately arranged for a believer to go to the country of America, and then summoned him directly in the country of America, so that the fairy could come directly.

When the believer passed the plane, the customs checked his records.

Ask again and again what you did in the past.

The believer gritted his teeth and said that he was just traveling and did not confess the fairy.

He landed on the ground without any risk.

The fairy asked the believers to check whether the conference on similarities and differences of myths in colleges and universities is still over, and if not, check the name of Yongji Xijiang.

Believers check.

This talk about what is still going on.

In the death master show, the behind-the-scenes operator said that he was the "god of death and entertainment", which led to a large number of scholars discussing ancient and modern myths.

The college myth talks continued in this way.

But it is a pity that Yongji Xijiang did not stay in this city.

Listen to the teachers in the school.

Professor Amos went to the Indian sacrificial site with a group of people.

Faced with this kind of difficulty, Xianling could only bury his head and work hard, dig out the location of the sacrificial place and continue looking for someone.

He is a little tired.

Standing at the window let out a long breath.

Opposite is also a hotel, with the curtains half drawn, it seems that people have lived in, the fairy is about to go back to the house, when I heard the person on the opposite side shouting: "Fairy?"

"Why are you here?"

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the members of the Youth Reading Club participating in the Shaman King competition.

Xian Ling turned around in his mind and said, "Kiemon asked me to help you."

"That's it."

All monsters know that Faerie is Kiemon's artifact.

Artifacts cannot violate the opinions of the gods.

The faeries' excuses and lies are so accepted.

So the members of the Youth Reading Club talked about this follow-up.

Now all governments are investigating the real body and believers of the god of death and entertainment. In this short period of time, the impact of this live broadcast is too great. It uses the global Internet to spread blood and death in a very short period of time. cast throughout the century.

People are restless.

I heard that after the death master show, some chaotic areas secretly carried out similar activities, allowing several people to fight in one place, and then it all depends on the rewards from the audience.

Faerie hearts have long since drifted to Indiana, but people still have to deal with it here, asking, "Oh oh...so, where are we going?"

"It's hard to say progress."

"However, there is a rumor among the psychics that there is a particularly powerful psychic who threw all his opponents into the death master show."

Xian Ling curled her lips: "That person can control the death master show, so is there still a need for such a black hand?"

"Who said it wasn't."

"So do we."

"But the Shaman King player's pass is decent."

"Tell me that this person is an old monster who has been reincarnated for 500 years. He has the most powerful holding spirit in the world, and he said that he has killed countless people."

"It makes sense."

The member of the Youth Reading Club continued: "Several contestants contacted us to try to hunt down the legendary culprit. It's not that they want to arrest people, but they just try."

"Actually, we also have doubts."

"During the first round of the death master show, there were so many Shaman King contestants out of a hundred people."

"This number is too much."

……

Xian Ling was so anxious that he always wanted to find the traces of Heichuan and the others.

The members of the Youth Reading Club were ready to go. After contacting several other contestants, they immediately drove to the place the informant said. They said that a strangely dressed boy appeared in a city in the south-central region, wrapped in a cloak, dressed in Very primitive.

Kind of like the legendary culprit.

After determining the person and location.

They immediately got into the car and set off.

The fairy asked the believers to go to Heichuan.

I followed the Qingdu Association to find someone.

The other party seemed to be playing with them, running from one city to another, spending a lot of gas money, and finally found traces of people at the foot of a snow-capped mountain. According to local residents who went hunting on the mountain, they saw a boy in thin clothes. Walk in the snow mountains.

The mountain is high enough that it is covered with snow all year round.

This thing is weird enough.

So it was very impressive.

The snow is thick on the mountain.

The car generally broke down.

A few people were in good physical condition, and they walked up directly with their travel bags, and there was a vast expanse of white snow. Where do you think you can see people?

A contestant panted and let out a cloud of white mist: "What do you think we are trying to do?"

Another contestant said: "I'm not convinced."

"When I got pulled into Masters of Death, I thought, I'm going to have to blow the brains out of this dog-day before I know which grandson did this."

A few monsters in the Qing Reading Club also agreed.

You say yes, the audience outside saw them as a movie, but these monsters who have experienced real experiences have many shadows in their hearts. Now they don’t read a few words to the president’s photo every night to study hard, and they can’t sleep at night. .

Think of the president.

A few monsters immediately took out the photo - which was secretly taken by a few members - privately printed, and took it out of their arms.

Read a few words silently, study hard and read books every day, and then put the photos back.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for me?"

A mysterious voice sounded from behind.

At some point on the snow-capped mountain stood a boy wrapped in a cloak, and the weather wasn't cold.

"Ah, I see."

"It's about the death master show."

Ma Canghao's voice was gentle, as if he was defending: "I didn't do it."

"Although there is no evidence, I really don't need to do such a thing."

One Shaman King contestant said, "You mean it?"

"Why not?"

Ma Canghao snapped his fingers: "Huoling."

This flame appeared out of thin air, so that tiny steam began to appear in this snowy area, and some kind of extraordinary heat spread to everyone's body.

The flame gradually transformed.

A futuristic mecha, full of design, has emerged, and every inch of the line has a sense of beauty.

"No need for proof."

"Because you're not going to live long."

Ma Cang smiled, as if he was greeting an acquaintance: "After catching up, you should be ready to die."

"Ok?"

of course.

Of course, several people know that once they meet each other on a narrow road, the result of the encounter is nothing more than death of you and me.

The members of the Youth Reading Club stared at Ma Canghao cautiously, and whispered to the fairy around them, but they turned their heads when there was no response.

Ok?

What about faeries?

Where did you go?

I don't know who made the first move.

It was snowing all over the sky.

With a heavy blow, the member of the Youth Reading Club was hit hard to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood and took a deep breath.

A photo floated to the snow as he fell.

The boy's footsteps stopped beside the photo.

Bend down and pick up.

Then he took a look, knelt down and said to the member of the Youth Reading Club, "Who is he?"

The member gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Ma Canghao directly brought another member over and told him to either tell the truth or watch his companion die.

"Society, President."

"name."

"See you, Kurokawa."

Asakura continued to ask, "Why does he have black hair?"

what why?

Members are puzzled.

Hasn't the president always had black hair?

"Then... let me ask another question."

"In what year was he born?"

"It should be... 1999."

Asakura put his hands down and stared at the photo carefully.

Some kind of unproven conjecture came to mind.

He remembered the first time he saw this man in Yinyangliao.

Silver hair and eyes.

He is politely called a little monster by the people around him.

Both the talent and perception are terrifyingly strong, which makes people's self-confidence suffer.So much so that the title of the son of the fox and the son of the monster sounds like a joke.

Then the person introduced himself, "Although you look young, you have actually lived for many years. You are competing with an old man. Don't be so depressed."

So he asked, "When were you born?"

Originally, I thought I would hear the year name like how many years is Taiping.

But I didn't expect to hear a meaning that I didn't understand at all.

"Nineteen ninety-nine."

He understands now.

……

Are there any coincidences in the world?

According to Hiroto Fujisaki, it exists.

For example, he participated in the summer camp of colleges and universities in the United States, or happened to meet the master of death show, and happened to know that an old friend was also participating, so it is really normal to pour a basin of dirty water on him.

Not to mention that this basin of dirty water can also help him achieve some little secrets that are not praised by outsiders.

Hiroto Fujisaki used the "Words of the Underworld" - a brush to draw many little monsters and let them scatter freely in the city.

Constantly running and jumping, watching the passing humans like pairs of eyes.

Then drive one to possess a citizen who likes to hunt.

Let me reveal a little secret that is not worth mentioning.

It must have stumbled Ma Canghao's footsteps by now.

For this acquaintance who was acquainted thousands of years ago, they could have said an old friend because of the same identity across reincarnation, but it is a pity that the purpose of the two is not the same.

One is the wish for great will to realize the dream of a pure world.

And the other is to destroy the great will and make the gods and Buddhas feel the so-called pain of loss.

The driven face monster stood far away in the snow mountain. Through the eyes of the mask monster, Hiroto Fujisaki saw the end of an undisputed battle.

He recalled the monster, and then began to instigate other dark chess.

"Fujisaki?"

The teacher called him from a distance.

"It's time to start class."

"Ok."

Fujisaki retracted his pen and followed the teacher into the classroom.

In class, he randomly tore off a piece of paper, wrote the words "can act" on it, and summoned a monster to take it away.

Not long after, the monster sent back the letter.

Xu's answer is very simple.

"Ah."

They reached a consensus in the monastery.

Both of them hate the life of being teased, presumably they also hate the gods in the same way, so why not reach a win-win cooperation.