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Chapter 116
Bai Jingan felt that he might have nightmares or something, but his sleep was stable and peaceful.
It was already afternoon when he woke up again, and he held Xia's waist, as if he would not let go when he fell asleep. Xia Xia put one hand on his shoulder, still sleeping.
Bai Jingan didn't move, keeping this position, raising his hand to fumble for Xia's back. The whiplash seems to be much shallower, and it looks like it will recover soon. The medical technology of Uptown is really amazing.
He felt that he should check the next time, but he was too lazy to move. This warm image must have anchored and comforted him. His mind was blank, and he just lay idly for about twenty minutes.
Until Xia Xia woke up and closed his eyes to touch Bai Jingan's mobile phone to check the time, he finally felt that he could get up.
So he got out of bed and went to the kitchen to prepare food. He wandered over to help in the summer, opened a few food boxes, and decided to make porridge.
Both of them are not master cooks, that is to say, they just made something and threw it into the porridge to cook. Bai Jingan took the opportunity to take a shower, changed his clothes, and could always hear the sound of activities outside in summer.
The taste of the porridge was actually not bad—probably because they were hungry—the two quickly resolved it, and in the summer, they curled up in the blanket to brush Bai Jingan's phone.
Bai Jingan also returned to the bed, sitting next to Xia Xia, the man curled up in the blanket and the sofa cushion that was dragged over, his hair tied up in a mess, and he seemed to fall asleep again at any time.
Bai Jingan came over to a screen to see the situation outside.
——The floating world paradise sank, and those sturdy supports, land, "oceans", castles and lush flowers and trees all fell down and smashed to pieces on the surface.
Below is the M2 area. Last year, the number of residents due to ablation was halved. Although the vaccine did not keep up, the special program made a lot of money. The casualties were not large. From the video of the TV station, those blurry and monster-like people looked up from the darkness and watched this spectacular "fall of heaven."
In all the games, movies, and games in Uptown, the powerful are invincible.
They are the dark background in life, invincible opponents in conspiracy theories, and monsters that ultimately end the glory of all heroes. This background color has created most of the culture of the upper city.
But today, this myth is broken.
The dazzling paradise of the dignitaries is like a fairyland, and the ordinary people can hardly even imagine it. It was burned and shattered by two humble killing show players, and fell into "hell" early this morning.
The attention curve of the whole thing on the floating city has become a lonely and sharp peak. There has never been a similar line in the ratings of Uptown in the history of the city, and there are none.
Incredibly, there are guest show videos everywhere on the Internet.
While fleeing, Bai Jingan knew that some videos in the Temple of War had spread to the Internet, and he thought it would be deleted soon-the guest show is the private property of the powerful and powerful, and their image in it is not very attractive-but at this moment On the Internet, these things are out of the official version, just like the killing show video, and they are now listed for sale!
It has been three hours since the sale, and the guest show's purchase homepage is magnificent. In the summer, he is dressed in white clothes like a sacrifice, holding a heavy gun and standing in front. He has long hair scattered, golden light plated on his body, brilliant and sacred, full of evil spirits, but inexplicably erotic. Standing beside Xia Xia, with his eyes down and expressionless, he cast a huge dark red shadow like a bloody abyss.
The propaganda was passionate and sensational. Bai Jingan checked the background data of the website with the authority of the Temple of Worship, and immediately realized why the rich and powerful were so fast, enthusiastic, and self-willing.
——The amount involved in the guest show is simply creepy, and one hour's income is worth half a dozen of the world of heaven!
The rich and powerful are of course never short of money, but it is a large amount that cannot be left indifferent, and grabbing is their instinct.
In the upper city, money is always the ruler of everything. This behemoth is pressed on the entire floating city, shining brightly in the sun, its roots firmly grasping the dark land, sucking the pain, the dead and the corruption in the gutter Things. No one can resist.
In this way, this twisted and crazy show entered everyone's terminal, and at the same time standing on the top again, there was the paranoid, angry, and unyielding God of War.
This time the God of War did not say a word, it was not a gorgeous display in front of the camera, there were no famous sayings, even the camera was sneaky. This is his life.
The despair is at its extreme.
But also cool and proud to the extreme.
Bai Jingan sat cross-legged on the bed-summer also put a blanket on him-to check the situation outside.
The house is very safe, and the noise of the market can be faintly heard. The house is not in the sun, so it is quite quiet, and the camera can see the surrounding situation at a glance.
But Bai Jingan can clearly feel the deadly heat gathered in the whole world, which is so strong that it makes people get goose bumps.
He remembered the escape route he had planned before he saved Xia Tian—because the person had a chip implanted in his body, and all planned locations were in the lower city, where the signal was most likely to be blocked...or maybe not, but he couldn't control it.
But the moment they escaped from the floating world, the Temple of War received a new sacrifice: a high-end pet management interface built-in destruction program in the background.
Bai Jingan didn't know who gave this thing—mostly a senior programmer—it was a high-end management program, and the other party directly gave him a one-click to clear the bomb virus.
This thing ruined the "pet" management connection and permissions of the owners in an instant. Even if I try my best to recover, it will take at least ten and a half months.
He felt terrified, and in this bottomless crisis, he also seemed to have gained some unfathomable power.
Now, Summer logged in to the Temple of War—the login numbers make people think that the program was wrong—and sent a message to the Temple of Sacrifice for a while.
Bai Jingan found that after escaping from them, the sacrifices had tripled and were increasing rapidly.
He recalled a special program on Floating Gold Television. In the picture, the entire upper city seemed to be feverish. Innumerable red on the screen reflected the sky of the floating city, like war flames, and like an upside-down red abyss.
The upper world fell into a hot place, no one knows where it leads, but it keeps heating up, there is no end.
By now, players are full of eagerness to surrender money, cheers, or love, but the real power of power on the city.
But there is no God of War, it is a virtual image created by the killing culture of the upper city, Bai Jingan thought, only summer exists. A felon born in the lower city, emotional, likes to laugh, has a sister, has lost a lot, is full of anger, and tries to survive.
The God of War only exists in the blood-red carnival of Nothingness in the Upper City, and the sacrifices are also piled up towards Nothingness. But when possessing such terrible power, the virtual image will become real.
At this moment, a video advertisement popped up on the terminal, which was from the guest show.
Xia Xia was tied to a big bed that was crimson like a huge plate. Those people pulled his limbs apart, and several snakes wandered lazily on him, spitting out split tongues from time to time. A golden snake entangled his hair, so that he could only keep facing the light.
He was in terrible pain, crying, the orange-red light shone on his face, and the tears were like gold.
Who-six fingers with more than one joint, more like claws-reached out to touch his tears, licked in his mouth, and said, "It's so delicious."
Xia suddenly reached out and shut it down.
He stared at the blank screen, tight, short of breath, and extremely angry. His eyes were gloomy, like the sky of a storm, trying to destroy something.
The aging bulb flashed, and the room suddenly dimmed. For a moment, it seemed that the whole world was plunged into the dark night and the abyss.
Summer opened the virtual mode with a cold face and entered the Temple of War-at least no ads.
When Bai Jingan walked in, Xia Tian was counting the weapons. Most of this place was trapped in the shadows, and the light from over the stones shone on him. The God of War was expressionless and focused on counting what he had. His body was like a white scorching fire.
When he counted them, the weapons would disappear in his fingers, as if they had been absorbed-after all, there was a possibility of exposure, and they would instinctively hide all the weapons and save them for use when they were forced to, never hand them over.
This kind of power never belonged to any one person or several people, and it shouldn't have been so densely handed to the angry criminals in the lower city.
The land of the upper city is tilting, not just one or two holes, but don't know where it will tend to.
Xia Xia looked at the black long sword of the Ministry of Defense in his hand-the highest authority of the "Abyss" series of weapons-the dark shadow reflected in his eyes, also like a bottomless abyss.
Bai Jingan sat down beside him and said, "I've been thinking about..."
At this moment, his cell phone rang.
Bai Jingan was taken aback. This is a private number that cannot be traced. Very few people know it, and it is for emergency situations. The mobile phone in summer is gone, so can only find them through this mobile phone.
He picked it up, and it showed Huitian's number.
The moment he saw it, his heart sank, and for a while he wasn't sure if he could beat again.
He connected it, and the voice of their image planning came from the other side. It sounded exhausted and trembling.
She asked, "Where are you?"
Huitian came by herself, but they knew what she represented.
She is standing in the corner of the living room, wearing a suit with a black and white swirl pattern, which is directly copied from fashion magazines, and is cluttered together with countless fashionable elements. Bright and exaggerated, it seems that the figure wearing clothes is illusory by the cliff. Mist.
She said: "They don't like this development."
Bai Jingan listened to her with a cold face, standing beside her with a calm face like summer. Bai Jingan always pays attention to him nervously, keeping him within sight.
Huitian said on the phone before, "They want to talk." Bai Jingan didn't speak, she added another sentence: "You have no choice."
She didn't say more, as if her words had already reached the cliff and didn't want to take a step further. Bai Jingan knew what she meant, and she was right.
Speaking of this, the dignitaries tore off the masks of the most basic game, and the behemoth sat on the negotiating table, putting on a posture of communication. But they all know that this will never be a negotiation.
Just like many of the rich and powerful have smiled at them at a certain banquet, but that doesn't mean they won't eat them.
Bai Jingan's head started to hurt again. He thought about the possibility. He didn't think they would rush to catch them again, and he wouldn't want to kill or really destroy them. There is too much money involved, and even the rich and powerful cannot ignore this amount.
But you can't predict what the rich and powerful are thinking, that is the abyss of chaos.
"You have two choices." Huitian said, staring at the ground, as if it would shatter at any time and everyone would be forever.
"Qixiashang proposed to restart. Back to the second day of the race, when you discovered the spy program in the car. The car will take you both to the banquet directly, and you will be locked in a cage together. They..."
She stopped. Those people must have taught her how to say-as she entered, there was definitely a camera to follow-but she stopped for a long time, as if it was beyond the scope of language expression and could not speak.
She didn't say it in the end.
"Yakovsky... said that the show is a show after all. When restarting and breaking the rules, it will also lose the fun," she said again, "he proposed a compromise... they agreed.
"I'm here to tell you that you must accept this plan. Those people have to get something-you will dislike it very much, but otherwise the show will restart. You must never go back!"
"What do they want?" Bai Jingan said, her voice shivering.
"You have to go to bed." Huitian said.