Plague Doctor

Hundreds of thousands of shades of yellow in the audience on all sides in a huge open-air theatre under the sunken sky are silent.

This ocean of yellow coats, like all the drips of torrential rain, converges here, covering a tiny bit of air here with the smell of yellow secrets.

And the people who came here, unnamed, were blinded.

“Oh, shit...” The Jacksons, Davis, etc. can't say anything more than repeat that constantly.

They had no idea, but they saw that even the devils who had the means were stunned, and did not anticipate this dramatic change.

Holly and the rest of the children could only be held helplessly by their parents, and some of them were scared to cry, but the crying only intensified the weirdness here.

It's like being watched by countless pairs of eyes, and it's like neither of them exists.

Are those people real? Is this boulder stage false or true?

The question lay in the minds of all these spiritually unaffected off-site visitors, many fearful of knowing the answer. Because sometimes this state of ignorance creates a sense of security.

Each visitor is located at a distance apart, but they find that some of their things have changed into materials, that vehicles have turned into stones, that guns have turned into plastic, that even baseball bats have turned into paper rolls... all are in disarray.

“Ha-ha-ha! See, my kingdom! These are my most faithful servants, just because I am from Hasta, I am the master of Calxa, and I will be the master of this world! You, kneel down for your king now! ”

A raging sound sounded all over the sky as the turbulent cold wind blew to it. There seems to be something special about this theater that keeps the sound echoing.

The sound comes in the middle of this boulder stage.

“Ruoxiang, everyone!” Wu Shiyu called, Cai Zixuan was even more anxious to grab his head straight: “Sergeant, wake up, it's us. ”

The people who stood opposite each other practically studied the textbook to the fourth and fifth secretaries. The fourth secret was only Shinning Lu, one of whom was still standing on this side, but her unique left eye was also flashing the light of struggle, and she sank: “They've changed... they're not them anymore...”

“No, it hasn't completely changed.” Wu Shiyu can still feel the formalin flavour, even though it is very weak, but also, indicating that Wang Ruoxiang's sense of self is still there.

“Shouldn't you be more worried about yourself?” Zheng Jialiang is still laughing, “my servants, stop them, these people hurt your king! ”

Sheba's heart was struggling and sinking, the guns were gone, the proper weapons were gone, and the power of the ecclesiastical spell was affecting them.

The dozen shadows of yellow clothes walking in front of us are definitely hard to deal with.

At this time, however, the yellow men did not come up, and two tall figures pressed Zheng Jialiang's shoulder and knelt him on the ground.

“You, you...” Zheng Jia Liang stunned, looking left and right, but couldn't see through those two faces covered in cloaks, "What are you doing!” He glanced up at the surrounding audience and didn't move at all...

And when he saw a little yellow figure walking in front of him, he was like, “Mr. Wilder, what are you doing? ”

The figure he called “Mr. Wilder” was only about a meter, two or three tall, and his face was also hidden in the shadows, but if he stared, between the trances, he could see that it was a flat-tipped, deformed head, an old, ugly, weird face, full of scars from the scratches.

“I'm from Hasta...” Zheng Jialiang said.

“You're not.” The faint and dull voice came from the short figure.

This short figure threw a yellow secret on Zheng Jia Liang's head and said, "The throne has never belonged to you. The crown will never be worn on your head. You are just a fool who can't even do a small thing. ”

“Ah...” Zheng Jia Liang stared stunnedly, anger and despair spread to his face, "Mr. Wilder, you, you...”

Wu Shiyu, Cai Zixuan, they frowned and looked, what is this?

Things happen so fast, they're done even before they breathe, they don't have time to do anything.

It was another tall and powerful figure of yellow clothes walking up one step, a hand in a rugged cloak, holding a weird-looking knife, the knife also engraved with yellow secrets, the blade's cold light flashed, the strong man lifted the knife, towards Zheng Jia Liang trying to lift his head, chopped it off.

Knock! The sound of torn neck flesh, broken bones, broken trachea, blood gushing.

A head flew out with a voice, with a young face full of anger, shock, despair and confusion, with blood, and rolled over the stone.

It is also rolling at the feet of Wu Shiyu and others.

After a person is beheaded, the brain does not die immediately, from the interruption of the oxygen supply to brain death, consciousness can last for about a few dozen seconds, and the movement of the eye can be controlled through the brain nerves without the spinal cord.

“...” Cai Zixuan saw it at this time. Zheng Jia Liang's eyes turned quite complicated, as if he was saying: Help me, help me...

“I am obviously just a member of the Leisure Department...” Wu Shiyu muttered.

Even knowing that this man is a traitor, Cai Zixuan is fine, Xue Ba is fine, they are not comfortable at this moment, a little numb for a moment.

Zheng Jia Liang, Xiaoliang... does not appear to have entered the spell department as a traitor. This newcomer, who has been placed in high hopes and cared for, he has been eroded and seduced, he has heard more voices, dreams of going, changes of will, seems to be more than others, making him the person he is today.

And the man in the yellow coat, Mr. Wilder, seemed to be behind what happened today.

These people… they look around at these yellow shadows and feel a hundred times more vicious than before.

Bang Tong, the two yellow-coated men loosened Zheng Jialiang's headless body, the muscle still twitching the body suddenly fell, dark red blood flowed to the ground a large beach.

And the dozen rebel astronomers standing next to him, Wang Ruoxiang, Gao Yi, Zhang Zhuodong and others, are still faceless.

They didn't lose their souls, but they all looked at things differently. Zheng Jia Liang's death did not cause their hearts to rip. This unblessed and foolish man should die before he dies, and some noisy and insane noises are missing.

“Wrong hopes, too high ambitions, all come at a price.” Mr. Wilder whispered low, "but there's always someone who doesn't understand that. ”

Those tiny eyes on that ugly old face looked at me and it was chilly.

Wrong hope... Cai Zixuan, Lu Xianning, Xue Ba and others tighten their hearts. Something in their hearts went missing and fell into the ruins of their hearts.

Gu Jun died, indeed, on the deserted island of Fantasy Dream Land six months ago, Gu Jun had already died.

That figure and that voice, of course, were not his, but some false hopes, perhaps made by this Mr. Wilder.

Zheng Jia Liang died today because of ambition, and they... are they going to die because of hope?

“No...” Wu Shiyu whispered softly, trying to say something out loud, but it was still light: “No, Xian Jun is still alive...”

But she doesn't know where he is, and she doesn't know if it's giving us the wrong hope.

“You don't have to treat me like an enemy, because that fool is right about something.” Mr. Wilde added, "The world will be a new kingdom, and we, and you, will be the founding fathers of the kingdom, but you have no idea. But you'll always know. ”

The dull voice suddenly highs, “You'll see! ”

Suddenly, the shadow of yellow clothes in the audience on all sides snapped, a huge wave of spiritual power poured onto the stage and the singing sounded again.

“The king hasn't arrived yet. But, Cassida, isn't it right here? ”

Mr. Wilder's short figure turned around and looked a few steps away at Wang Ruoxiang, his ugly face was weird, and he shouted: "Cassida, Cassida! Haven't you ever been to Lake Harry to see the scenery? Haven't you ever sung there? Didn't your blood tell you your name was Cassida? ”

Over there, Wang Ruoxiang's eyes congealed with the same weird, bright voice as the singing woman: “Mr. Wilder, where is my crown? ”

At the same time, the spiritual forces that had been attacked on all sides had suppressed the still insistent astronauts.

And Xue Ba, Lu Xianning and others above the third secretary, one by one, lost control of their bodies, unable to bend their knees.

“Ah!" At one time, only Cai Zixuan and Wu Shiyu were left. For the time being, they could barely resist not kneeling, but couldn't do anything else.

Everyone saw a figure in a yellow coat and handed it to Mr. Wilde with a fine crown that was lit with gems of all colours.

This short figure held this crown and walked towards the bent king Ruoxiang, wearing it on her head.

“Sergeant, wake up...” Cai Zixuan wailed.

“No, no...” Wu Shiyutong felt that the struggle for formalin-flavoured pain was getting weaker and weaker, and the other frenzy and darkness was rising.

Is this part of the ceremony? This part has not yet been destroyed.

Zheng Jialiang's role is only to push them to this point. What really matters is Wang Ruoxiang... what is needed is her rebellion, her infiltration... With Wang Ruoxiang's talent and diligence, she must also be the first person in the Bureau to study the sixth and seventh secrets... every practitioner after that will be affected by her...

Wu Shiyu knew that if the crown was worn on Wang Ruoxiang's head, Wang Ruoxiang might change completely, like Zheng Jia Liang.

No matter how anxious she is, her own strength is barely enough to keep her feet steady at this point.

Xian Jun, Xian Jun... you miss him too much, otherwise why do you always feel that the wind has a little familiar saltiness...