musicians of old

".Big, big difference."

Lieutenant Andrew's voice was shaking violently.

Perhaps because soldiers are among the people with the strongest willpower, or perhaps because they are afraid of being completely defeated in the "competition" and having more skin peeled off, Andrew still did not dare to stop, panting in cold sweat and tensing his armpits, Keep singing below.

"The hustle and bustle of the world has no trace here."

Unfortunately, he seemed unable to turn the situation around.

"Shoot-"

The left leg suffered the same treatment.

"I, we live in peace and harmony, like angels, and spend happy time."

Andrew's right arm was also torn into a torn bag.

"We were jumping and dancing! We were singing and dancing! And Saint Sebastian was watching us from heaven!!!."

Between the sacred syllables being slandered and blasphemy, and the smell of blood permeating the air, this distorted and painful song "Heaven is Full of Violins" can no longer go on.

The singing just stopped.

"Ahhhh!!!"

This time, the official face is still vaguely visible!

Finally, after the previous skinned Ivan expired, there was another mass of screaming and squirming flesh on the ground.

After Boles "disappeared", Jacob was deformed, and Ivan was skinned, the lives of No. 4 team members also entered a painful countdown.

Followed by Durk and Alpha.

The two men were holding trumpets and harmonicas respectively, and stood next to the boulder as if they were facing an enemy.

The blowing sounds sounded one after another, with completely different timbres and music, without any harmony at all.

And Fanning realized that the two people's instruments seemed to have been swapped. Originally, Durk liked to play the harmonica, and Alpha once served as the trumpet player in the military band.

Then, he realized that there were more than just these two people. In fact, the boundaries of the team members' characteristics and expertise seemed to have been blurred and mixed very early. The sergeants were promoted to knowledgeable people, and they studied the secret doctrines of the Divine Advent Society, and the priesthood. The men hunted, cooked, and were skilled in mechanical engineering.
Durk and Alpha, who were playing on the boulder plane, were soon peeled off with bloody skin amidst howls.

"Damn it." Tukweil rushed forward, "It's my turn. No matter what, I have to win this competition. The lighthouse must be nearby, and the theme of God must be nearby."

"Win this contest, and I'll peel off your skin. Win this contest, and I'll peel off your skin."

The bishop kicked away the laurel leaf wreath on the small stone, sat on it, and started playing to the big stone blackened by blood as if he were playing a piano.

What’s even more weird is that it actually made the sound of a piano tinkling.

Fan Ning's whole body trembled, and he once again felt the cold gazes from all around him.

This made his whole body tremble as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, but his spiritual sense still found nothing substantial.

Concert competition?The gaze of witnesses?The loser gets skinned? .The ritual of "Splitting the Chrysalis"?Sharing flesh and blood?Rainforest collapse?Are the crows flying west? .The colorful, blooming pollen and spores you saw along the way?Fan Ning tried his best to calm down and stood there with clenched fists.

Why are they all secret histories related to some Lords of Witness?For example, the origin of the God of Origin, the Second War of Persuasion, or the incident of the "Fountain in the Painting" contaminating the alchemist?Could this be the "secret history turbulence" in the abnormal area that the Pope and the saints mentioned before, which the order enforcers dare not easily break into?
But why do these seem to be just secret histories after the New Calendar?
"Ha, I won!"

The flowing piano sound came to an end, and Tukweil suddenly laughed twice in relief.

"Lavoisier, we're going to find the lighthouse right away."

"Before that, let me skin them first. When the team members see it, they will feel better."

Tukweil's hands glowed with golden light, and he grabbed hard at the big stone in front of him.

Dust particles flew into the air, and a tooth-grinding sound was heard.

“They could have seen the lighthouse too!”

At first, he peeled off a few foam-like fragments from the shallow stone, but soon his fingers began to fray, his fingernails rolled up in a bloody mess, and blood stains began to appear on the pitted stones. .

"Lavoisier, you go find the lighthouse first, these guys' skin is too tough!"

Tukweil's mental state became more and more excited, his face turned sickly red, and he changed from scratching with his hands to using his hands and feet together.

At a certain moment, his whole body went stiff and he fell directly to the rotten gravel road, becoming a fresh corpse.

The clothes all over his body were naturally covered with dust. The cold wind blew by, and his coat rolled up his ferocious face. His body began to wither at a speed that was visible to the naked eye but at a very small rate, and the ten fingers on both arms were all chaotically pointing towards Stiff and stretched in all directions.

"This corpse."

Seeing this, Fan Ning suddenly turned around as he thought of something.

The clouds and fog were moving faster, and the sky began to gradually darken again. The dilapidated barracks disappeared and were replaced by an open field in the twilight. The characteristics of the plants visible around them had been mixed and grafted together, and they no longer had ordinary population types. resolution.

Next to him, the trunk of a towering banyan tree was covered with a thick layer of moss of various colors, but what hung down was a thick green leaf shaped like a banana.

"Macias was skinned because he failed in the concert competition, and then the leaves of the 'Qingkou Tree' were covered on him? It became a bandage?"

"The mirror image of the secret history reappears in a dislocated and deformed way. Everyone involved will follow the twisted script, first acting, and then 'becoming'. But scholars who are familiar with history choose to end with a tribute. Is there no possibility of being revived?"

Fan Ning called on his invisible power one after another to pluck off several green "banana leaves", and then controlled them to cover the muscular and bloody bodies of Ivan, Alpha and Andrew one by one.

"However, the first Boles and yesterday's Jacob, these two team members did not die from being skinned. In Tukweil's case, it was not that he was 'skinned'."

Staring at Tukwell's body on the gravel road, Fan Ning was a little unsure.

The sky has turned dark again. Considering that the sun was shining brightly at 0:1 a.m. before, this is abnormal, but considering that it is only around [-]:[-] a.m. now, it seems to be back to normal.

Anyway, there were enough leaves next to them. Fan Ning thought about it for a moment, but decided to roll them up first.

"Rumble rumble—"

At this moment, the sound of the engine suddenly came to my ears.

In the black fog in the distance of the field of vision, several beams of white light from the car lights suddenly burst out!