The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Pi, when pronounced as bēi, means low and low position, status, terrain, etc., which can be translated as "humble".

In the context of the side show, "King of Pi" is more appropriate than "King of Sorrow". The Immortal performed Nuo performances to drive away evil spirits and moved poles to invite gods during his lifetime. After his death, his status under the Nine Nether cannot be the same as that of ordinary monsters. language.

Note that the side show is a direct "invitation", rather than a series of complex invitation rituals such as setting up sacrifices to eagles, tigers, golden cangs, etc., so the ones he invites are neither a family of Fox Yellow White Willow Ash nor a normal one. The King of Pi, in theory, can only do this if you have a certain degree of family relationship. To put it bluntly, if you don’t pay or have foreplay, who do you expect to perform some exciting shows for you? ?

After the side show shouted this sentence, he stopped his chaotic and evil dance steps, lowered his head, and stood there motionless.

In view of the kid's crazy behavior before, Stafford actually cautiously took half a step back instead of continuing to launch an offensive. Moreover, he felt that the aura of the kid in front of him suddenly changed, becoming more dangerous and completely different. people.

The corner of Bian Xiu's mouth suddenly moved, and he exhaled a long breath of cold white steam. The movement was so large that it felt like he was trying to squeeze out his entire lungs.

"Ha~"

"Which shameless person with a weak disease and tuberculosis wouldn't be happy if he didn't get a dime, right? How dare he come to make trouble with the old lady's disciple?"

(Note: To collect the pond, go to the cemetery during the New Year and holidays to throw a riding whip, scatter sweeps, burn paper, and offer tributes, etc.)

The voice that came out of his mouth was not the voice of a side show at all, but the voice of an old woman, as hoarse as an old bird.

There was no trace of vitality left in the side show. He closed his eyes tightly and rolled them rapidly under his eyelids. At some point, there was a wilted willow branch on his left hand, and there were a bunch of strings hanging on his right hand and arm. There are dozens of small bronze mirrors.

Stafford: "."

He doesn’t understand!

Side show opened his eyes.

The eyes were not eyeballs at all, but a fierce and stinging fox-yellow and red light: "Hey, foreign devils, the burial pits given to you back then were still too small!"

Li Cang himself was the last person to believe in "momentum". Even though Tao Hongben caught him talking about something and nothing every day, today was undoubtedly an eye-opener for Teacher Cang.

There was an unexplainable and mysterious aura about the side show, and everyone, or rather every living person, had a feeling of being suppressed, just like running in the sun on the road in the dog days of summer, and ended up falling headlong. Enter the cold storage of the slaughterhouse.

The direction of the sideshow and Stafford was blurry and chaotic. The black and white air and colored lights completely mixed the scenery around them into an indescribable mosaic. People outside could only hear the ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping from inside. The dull beating sound and the strange screams and laughter of the side show changed the tone.

Chumaxian was born out of a branch of primitive shamanism and is a continuation of the shaman tradition. In terms of animism and immortality of all things, it has something in common with the voodoo doctrine believed in by Martinis. The so-called dancing god, throwing away Talking about the situation other than the core values, it is the same as all Nuo operas. It is nothing more than a beautiful vision of warding off disasters, exorcising evil spirits and warding off epidemics. Silk dances, silk dances, gongs, rolling lanterns, tiger and eagle dances, etc. Some have it.

Therefore, what people see in a mosaic are all kinds of chaotic monsters, muttering words, performing various animal-like and incredible dance movements, and at the same time engaging in hand-to-hand combat with Stafford.

Changing the soup without changing the dressing, the viewing quality can be described as "excellent".

However, the ability of the King of Pi was obviously far better than that of the side show himself. Within a few seconds, Stafford was beheaded.

In the audience seats on the Stafford side of the Colosseum, a "corpse puppet" was instantly reduced to ashes and died for Stafford. Stafford gasped with lingering fear and cursed: "Damn it."

He really couldn't say anything.

When Bian Xiu saw this, he frowned, and the fox-yellow light in his eyes became a bit disgusting and majestic: "The evil is serious, this is the way to die!"

He swung the bronze mirror, and with a crashing sound, the colorful light that filled the entire Colosseum was instantly pushed back within five meters of Stafford.

"Go!"

A withered willow branch directly turned into a towering tree, and the willow roots stretched like ghost claws, submerging and crushing Stafford's entire body together with the colorful light.

"Baby, my godmother is tired. I'll take him away. If you have anything to do, I'll give my godmother some yellow, white, round and flat ones. I've lost a lot of money these days when I push Pai Gow!"

"Okay!"

The side show's face was pale, and he was sweating so much that he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

Not a single part of Stafford's body was missing. He stood there blankly. He didn't say a word until the sideshow came to him. Tears and snot flowed down his face, and he made a muffled sound. Laughing: "People like me will never die. They only have birthdays and no memorial days. My tombstone will be engraved with the Year of Eternal Life."

The side show looked at him, smiled, and smashed a big-eared melon seed into it.

"Hey, I won't die on my birthday."

The sideshow threw out another big-eared melon seed: "Wake up!"

"laugh"

The light and shadow of the Colosseum were dissipating, and the buildings began to collapse and decay. The process was very slow, but the four thousand private troops on Stafford's side were visibly wilting, and soon their movements were as slow and weak as an old man.

Ever since, the crackling sound of big-eared melon seeds was particularly abrupt and loud.

"Did he really kill him? Bullshit! Bullshit!"

"No, what is this for?"

"Stafford seems to be stupid. Xiu'er probably wants to vent her anger?"

Bian Xiu explained to Rao Qifang: "My godmother took away his three souls and six spirits. His body is empty, but he is not dead yet. There is only the most difficult to take care of happy spirit left. I will help him to complete the soul-returning process quickly."

"Return soul?"

"Yeah, just..." Bian Xiu looked very embarrassed in front of Rao Qifang, like a little fan who saw his idol. He said: "It's similar to the first seven days? When a person dies, the three souls and seven spirits still have to come back for a last look, a last glimpse?"

"It takes a long time?"

"Happy spirit is the most annoying. It takes the longest time to disperse after the first seven days." Bian Xiu scratched his head and said: "Although this Colosseum is collapsing and decaying, if he doesn't return soul, it will probably take a long time."

"Oh."

Rao Qifang twitched the corner of his mouth very secretly.

Stafford was still grinning and didn't move. He just stood there happily, looking around.

A few troublemakers who had performed very well in the battle just now asked impatiently: "Just wait like this? Can't we just go straight up?"

There are troublemakers everywhere, especially the fierce and vigorous army villains present.

They didn't think Bian Xiu was very strong, it was just that Stafford kept chasing him and beating him, and the two of them ran in both directions and squeezed out their chances to perform.

Li Cang thought about it and said: "Since the winner is not directly announced, just wait a little longer. It may be related to the skill mechanism of the Colosseum. We have already won, so don't make any more mistakes."

So Bian Xiu bared his teeth at Li Cang and barely smiled.

There were a few nurses who were honest people. Seeing Bian Xiu's weak appearance, he couldn't even stand steadily, and went up to him with several sets of red and blue skills.

"Huh? Why didn't it work?"

"It shouldn't be."

"Thank you!" Bian Xiu said weakly: "This can't be recovered, it can only be slowly nurtured."