Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 562: The whole world is in trouble, and we are guilty!
Here they come——

In the darkness, beneath the illuminated Canghai Tower Library, a large group of "human figures" suddenly appeared crowded together.

They are said to be "human shadows", but these things actually have no shadow at all.

They have human appearances, wear a variety of clothes that are both classical and fantasy, and have mixed styles. Their appearance shows different ages and postures.

People of different heights, fat and thin, men, women, old and young... were bustling and crowded, rushing up the long street as if they were visiting a temple fair.

There were also various lively sounds mixed in, especially the children's shouts: "Eyeball! I want this eyeball, mom, I want this eyeball to be used as a marble!"

"Moheule, we are selling Moheule! Ten children were tied together to make Moheule. It can remove facial features and internal organs. It only costs five copper coins each. Come and buy it..."

"Three kilograms of human desire are made into a furnace of fairy incense. If you don't want to sell it, I'll give it to you in exchange for your own head..."

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All kinds of weird, noisy, scalp-numbing noises and cries were mixed together.

Orange-red lights lit up one after another on both sides of the dark long street, and this magical market suddenly appeared in front of Song Ciwan and the boy in gray.

The young man in gray clothes next to Song Ciwan was covered in cold sweat, but he quickly took out two black plugs from his belt. He quickly plugged his ears and said to Song Ciwan: " Don't listen, don't look, we can't go back to the protective zone, let's just find a room to hide in!"

He plugged his ears, closed his eyes, turned around and rushed towards a dilapidated and collapsed building beside the street.

During this rush, he completely failed to notice that there was a vine tied to his wrist, and the other end of the vine was held in Song Ciwan's hand.

The boy in gray clothes closed his eyes, and what he didn't even notice was that he just took a step forward——

His initial goal was to rush towards a dilapidated building on the side of the street, but in fact, he had just taken a step, and his footsteps suddenly changed direction for some unknown reason, and he rushed towards the middle of the bustling street with "crowds"!

The young man in gray obviously failed to notice this at all, as his speed became like a whirlwind.

If it weren't for the vines tied around his wrists, and the moment he changed direction, Song Ciwan suddenly pulled the vines, he would have rushed straight into the middle of the market.

And what will be the consequences of rushing into the middle of the market?

Song Ciwan stood by the street, raised a hand and gently pressed it on the shoulder of the young man in gray who was still running.

Her palm seemed slender, but it was as strong as a mountain. The boy in gray was immediately pressed down and unable to move.

Two small black plugs were put into his ears, and his eyes were closed tightly. His five senses had obviously been blocked by himself, but he kept muttering in his mouth: "I can't hear, I can see." No, I am not, I am nothing..."

What does it mean?
Song Ciwan searched for the spells he knew so far, intent on finding a suitable way to wake up the young man in gray, but suddenly he heard the stabbing sound at the other end of the long street... a high-pitched suona sound suddenly sounded.

The sound of suona is extremely unique and domineering. Together with this sound, all the sounds are silenced.

Only the sound of gongs and drums matched it, playing a supporting role in beating the time and supporting the sound of the suona, singing with joy and sorrow.

The suona clears the way and the gongs and drums sound.

Dozens of "figures" were singing and dancing before and after, shouldering the stretcher, but they saw that the person placed on the stretcher was a young man wearing only thin underwear.

Why use "place" to describe this person? But he was seen lying on his side with his eyes closed and his expression peaceful. At first glance, he looked like he was sleeping on a stretcher, but in fact, a pair of his calves were broken at knee level, and the broken calves were held in a weird twisted posture. Behind him.

The same was true for his arms. They were not completely broken, but they were cut back in a posture that completely exceeded the limits of the human body. His wrists were twisted into twists, and a beautiful white flower was slapped on the wrists. Knot!

He just hunched over, twisted his arms, and lay on his side on a stretcher with both legs broken——

If you look closely, this is clearly a way of plating food!

Just like in people's recipes, roasted whole chicken, roasted whole pig, etc... seem to be often placed in this kind of posture.

The dark sky, the noisy long street, the floating orange-red lights, the sound of gongs and drums, and the suona clearing the way.

And under such a background, surrounded by those humanoid figures singing and dancing, it was a person placed in the shape of food!
A living person, a living person who is still breathing, with broken legs, but looks like he is sleeping peacefully.

It cannot be said that this scene is not terrifying. It can only be said that the horror is intangible and colorless. On the contrary, it is more chilling than the straightforward horror.

For some reason, Song Ciwan always felt that his head was starting to feel dizzy. His brain was in a daze, and he always had the urge to rush to the street to sing and dance with those "figures".

The sound of the suona sounds, sobbing, sad and happy at the same time.

In the team playing the suona, a handful of white paper money was suddenly thrown out, and a voice that was both vicissitudes of life and joy shouted at the top of its voice: "The day retreats, the night appears, the whole world is dirty, we are guilty!"

The whole world is in chaos, are we guilty?
What is this strange word?
Song Ciwan could feel his heart pounding. He always had the feeling that his blood was flowing backwards and he was about to fall forward.

Her cultivation level is now high and her self-confidence is comparable to that of ordinary immortals and masters. If she adds her own various methods, she will not be afraid of even a top immortal or demon king in a life-and-death battle.

But now, as she stood on the edge of the long dark street, she felt in a trance several times.

What is she, what is she doing standing here?

By the way, the young man in gray said that there are chaos god warriors of level six or above in Chuitian City!
Oh, the boy in gray... that boy, that boy was still held by her hand with a cane.

Song Ciwan was startled and suddenly came back to his senses.

At this time, she had already stepped out with one foot, and seemed to be rushing into the "crowd", surrounding the stretcher with them, shouting "The whole world is dirty, and we are guilty"——

So what exactly happens when you run into a crowd?
Soon Song Ciwan got the answer.

The moment she came to her senses, she saw a tall, strong man with half his body covered in blood suddenly rush out from the shadows on the opposite side of the street.

The big man's left arm was completely broken, and his right hand held a spear that was almost ten feet long.

He shouted wildly on the street: "Junior brother Luo, wake up! My old man is here to save you!"

As he shouted, the shadow of a wild lion rose high behind him, like an ancient ferocious beast, raising its head to the sky and roaring, its roar shaking.

The darkness seemed to be shaken away... The figures singing and dancing on the long street were blown around, and some children were flying up and down, giggling in the air.

Then, the next moment, Lao Yue, who rushed into the crowd with a gun, suddenly put away his spear, pulled down the shadow of the mad lion behind him, and then he opened his mouth and started laughing.