I killed the film and television world

Except for the specialty, the remaining two talents were all added by Song Ren to the [Sharpness] aspect of the Gu Diao.

The talent of Gu Diao has reached a growth rate of +5.

This time, there are only two points of talent improvement, which is not very obvious compared to the overall strength at this stage.

It's just that my hearing and eyesight are clearer, and my hands and feet seem to be sharper.

Song Ren reopened his personal status bar and confirmed the current overall values ​​again.

Boss: Song Ren

Age: 29
专长：武术（9.7）御剑术（9.0）道术专精（整合后为8.4）枪械（8.5）奇门遁甲之遁地术（6.4）七十二变（8.1）三昧真火（6.2）其他（低于3点不予展示。）
Talents: Kuiniu Talent (Immortal Golden Body), Kuiniu Talent (Divine Voice +1), Kuiniu Talent (Deity Appearance), Kuiniu Talent (Thunderbolt), Gu Diao Talent (Bone-Eroding Divine Wind), Gu Diao Talent (Sharpness +5).

Overall evaluation:

The sky is one foot high, and you are ten feet higher!
Looking at the overall numbers, I feel like it’s pretty good.

Especially the substantial improvement in the seventy-two transformations across stages completely surpasses the improvement in strength brought about by the innate characteristics after perfection.

After all, it is the essence of the sage's Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts.

Even after the system's revision of the power system, it still transcends the limitations of the word "expertise".

After Song Ren sorted out his personal status, he was ready to go to bed and have a good night's rest.

But after he lay down, he finally reacted.

In the streets in the distance, the fireworks and noise still seemed very lively.

I couldn't help but walk to the window and look into the distance.

Huh? !

It has been quite some time since early morning, why is it still so lively over there?

It shouldn't be...

Song Ren was a little curious, so he simply changed into casual clothes.

After hiding his figure again, he jumped from the windowsill.

The city area is still brightly lit late at night.

On the wide streets, street lights completely illuminate the surroundings.

However, at this moment, both sides of the street were already crowded with people watching the excitement.

The flow of people was so congested that the originally very open streets seemed narrow, and even both sides of the road were filled with people.

Most of them held up their cell phones and filmed in the middle of the street.

In the middle of the road, there are several modified electric cars and motorcycles with colorful night lights on. Some are ridden by one person, while others are riding by two people, racing recklessly on the street and showing off their skills.

There was also a will-o'-the-wisp boy sitting in the back seat, holding a long-tube firework or a colorful smoke stick in his hand.

Either there are popping fireworks or there are thick colorful smoke coming out.

The exciting music in the car was still echoing above the road.

The street lights were already filled with smoke.

All over the street, the rhythmic music, the roar of engines, and the explosions of fireworks drowned out all other sounds.

Among the crowd, some rational voices of dissuasion were completely drowned out by the surging tide.

Further away, another street was already blocked by a long queue of vehicles.

A police car could be vaguely seen parked at the end of the area, but for some reason, no uncle in a hat came to supervise.

Song Ren hid in mid-air and glanced over.

The noise on the street, the laughter and scolding, were all within sight.

In the direction of the bus stop on the east side, two Will-O-W-O boys had already climbed onto the roof of the bus stop.

Under the Bluetooth speaker, he was dancing to the rhythm of the music.

Below, the Will-O-W-O boy's companion was filming the two of them while giving instructions.

There were many young people around, and some rational voices were constantly speaking from below.

Perhaps because the chattering was too close, the will-o'-the-wisp boy who was making noises and filming below turned around, pointed at the other person's nose with his yellow hair, and said unceremoniously:

"Brother, let's just dance! It's none of your business. This isn't your home. It's annoying you. Stop complaining here!"

The man was also very angry, and the words he opened were drowned out by the roar of the car passing by in a hurry.

After all, most of the people watching the excitement on the street are young people.

Although most of them are nowadays "phone-dwelling tribe", once the lively atmosphere is created, there will always be some people who follow the crowd and continue to make a noise.

Lights, fireworks, noise, and explosive music, the whole street late at night seemed to be in a frenzy at this moment.

The noise gave Song Ren a headache.

This bunch of energetic will-o'-the-wisp teenagers, who have nothing to do all day, are actually thinking about these fancy things.

But, over there...

What's going on again?

Song Ren's gaze swept towards the end of the street.

The traffic is so congested, why is there no one coming to control it?

Suddenly, Song Ren raised his eyebrows.

His eyes fell on the end of the street.

There, there was a young man with a ghost fire standing in the middle of the street, surrounded by a lively crowd, showing off his body and dancing vigorously.

This was the first time that Song Ren saw a special group of people in the real world.

"Make a wish, come out and wash the floor."

[Boss, what do you want to talk to me about? ]

"Did that person over there notice it?"

【Huh! 】

"...Yeah, he seems to have the smell of the infinite world that I encountered once before."

[Yes, Boss, the other party has the 'infinite' coordinates of the higher dimensional world that I have seen before.]

"Ha, after such a long time, I finally encountered something interesting again."

Suddenly, Song Ren laughed softly.

He fell from mid-air, and his hidden figure gradually emerged.

At the same time, the whole body was changing rapidly.

He hid his original voice and appearance, stretched out his hand in the air, and a Peking Opera female role mask was gently attached to his face.

Some people in the crowded crowd around him have already noticed him.

Song Ren easily pushed through the crowd jam ahead.

Someone was pushed and staggered, looking over cursing, but after seeing the strange female role mask, he subconsciously remained silent.

Song Ren was not in a hurry to entertain the player from the Infinite World, but came to the bus stop first.

The crowd here is still making a lot of noise.

Seeing that the music on the ceiling was about to end, some of the young people surrounding below took the initiative to cheer: "One more, one more!"

After the first sound, others soon followed suit and started to make noise.

Song Ren pushed the crowd away while complaining to himself:

"Whatever comes, whatever commotion, whatever explosion."

"What a noise! ​​Do you have any sense of public morality? Neighbors don't need to sleep. They still have to go to work tomorrow..."

"You bunch of scum."

Among the people who were being pushed aside, a young man who had just been shouting excitedly turned around with an unexpected look on his face.

Song Ren pressed his head and forced him to turn back, and said in a light voice:
"Be good, kids, don't look at that."

The man struggled for a long time but couldn't move.

The rest of the people around also gradually fell silent.

They looked in astonishment at the tall and thin figure who had squeezed into the crowd, and whispers continued to be heard.

Some people even used their mobile phones to take pictures.

In the front row of the crowd, a hot-tempered guy staggered after being pushed by the crowd. He immediately turned around and cursed: "Why are you pushing so hard in the back? Are you in a hurry to be reborn..."

Then, he raised his eyes and bumped into Song Ren who was squeezing in.

Under the cold female role mask, the dark pupils stared straight ahead. Even though he didn't look at him, the irritable brother couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The words he shouted became quieter and quieter later.

Song Ren squeezed to the innermost part.

At the bottom of the bus shelter, the will-o'-the-wisp boy who was still loudly directing the filming was slapped on the back of his head without saying a word.

The will-o'-the-wisp boy stumbled and fell, his cell phone fell to the ground, and the screen shattered on the spot.

Next to them, the two companions who were in high spirits were also stunned.

A young girl wearing eye shadow, before she even turned her head, had already heard the sharp Chinese curse: "Fuck——"

Snapped!
A slap helped her close her mouth again.

At the same time, before the other person could open his mouth to curse, Song Ren had already grabbed his jaw with his backhand.

A gentle twist between the fingers.

Click——

The jawbone was dislocated and the lower jaw was removed on the spot.

All around, people's eyes were already drawn to the scene and witnessed it with their own eyes.

Especially when they heard the crisp sound of bones being dislocated, everyone couldn't help but shiver.

What the hell!

Who is this guy!
Such a cruel move!

Song Ren was too lazy to look at these people. He raised his head at the bus stop and waved to the two young ghost-fire boys who had stopped at the top:
"Turn off the speakers and come down by yourself."

The two will-o'-the-wisp boys glanced at each other, then looked at the crowd of busybodies below. They felt a little embarrassed as teenagers, so after cursing in a low voice, they picked up the subwoofer as big as the main unit at their feet and smashed it down.

The people around subconsciously dodged backwards.

Song Ren just looked up at the other person, and when the subwoofer fell, he slapped him cleanly with his backhand.

Bang!
The subwoofer, which was still blasting out powerful electronic music, buzzed for a moment.

Then with a rustling sound, it crashed into the pillar of the bus stop and shattered!
Broken parts were scattered all over the ground, and many of them hit the people who were watching the fun.

Many people were so frightened that they continued to retreat.

When they raised their heads again and looked at the figure in front of them, they saw that the other person had easily taken advantage of the momentum and nimbly jumped onto the roof of the bus shelter.

The two will-o'-the-wisp boys were also startled, and wanted to bluff and say a few tough words.

Each of them was given a loud slap in the face, and the corners of their mouths were cracked.

After they staggered back, their eyes turned red.

After all, he was a rebellious will-o'-the-wisp boy, and when his emotions got aroused, he somewhat lost his rationality.

One of them actually pulled out a butterfly knife from his pocket.

The crowd watching suddenly exclaimed.

It’s time to use the knife!
Song Ren was also stunned.

Then the corners of his lips curved slightly.

After the other party's eyes turned red and he took a few rapid breaths from his nose, he was about to rush up with a knife in a fit of rage.

Song Ren simply stepped back half a step.

Then, he suddenly turned over, twisted his body and kicked!
The two young men felt their eyes blurry for a moment.

The will-o'-the-wisp boy's hand felt numb, and the butterfly knife he was holding tightly in his hand flew past the crowd with a swish.

The blade was not particularly sharp, but it had already pierced through the steel lamppost on the roadside.

Clang——

The blade penetrated, making a trembling sound of metal.

It also made the people around subconsciously look over there in search of the sound.

As a result, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

The half-palm-long blade of the butterfly knife was completely embedded in the rolled steel lamppost.

Even now, the handle of the knife is still trembling.

By the time the crowd turned their heads, the two will-o'-the-wisp boys on the bus stop had been thrown into the grass beside the road.

Song Ren leaped up and jumped down from the bus stop easily.

The several will-o'-the-wisp teenagers below were so frightened that they stepped back one after another.

Just go straight past them and keep going.

The crowd of onlookers hurriedly made way.

Middle of the road
Several trams and motorcycles were running back and forth showing off their skills, with their heads tilted up and performing on the streets.

The flickering lights, exploding fireworks, and smoke sticks spewing colored smoke added to the lively nighttime atmosphere.

However, more and more people noticed the situation at the bus stop.

In particular, when Song Ren walked along, the people on both sides actively pushed back to make way for him.

The originally noisy street inexplicably began to quiet down.

All that was left was the loud roar of tram or motorcycle engines and the explosion of fireworks shooting into the sky.

On the road, the excited Will-O-W-Fire teenagers also noticed something unusual.

While waiting in the middle of the road ahead, he saw a figure blocking the way there and immediately began to brake urgently from a distance.

Severe tire friction

But a two-person motorcycle in the middle of the team suddenly overtook them from behind!
The young man in the driver's seat said in a trembling voice: "Chao, Brother Chao, there is someone in front..."

Sitting in the back seat, the young man with dyed white hair held up the smoke stick in his hand. In the thick red smoke floating all the way, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Damn it! Step on the gas, charge! I don't believe he dares to block the road!"

The Will-O-Wisp boy in the driver's seat was extremely nervous.

But he still followed the instructions of Big Brother White Hair and continued to speed up.

It was not until the last second before the collision that he turned sharply in a hurry.

The motorcycle almost brushed past Song Ren in the middle of the street!

However, due to the hasty turn, he could no longer hold the handlebars, and the wheels swung left and right.

The moment he passed by Song Ren, he tilted and fell out.

Song Ren reached out and grabbed both people in the driver's seat at the same time.

However, due to inertia, the motorcycle slid for dozens of meters and hit the railing on the side of the road.

The two people who were captured were still a little dazed.

The will-o'-the-wisp boy sat on the ground at a loss, his legs and feet weak.

The white-haired young man hadn't yet realized how he got down...

Song Ren patted Baimao's stunned face and half-closed his eyelids: "What? Do you really want to kill me?"

Baimao gradually came back to his senses from his shock.

I can feel the eyes staring at me from all around and the constantly flashing cameras of mobile phones.

His face flushed at first, and then, under the burning shame, anger rose from his heart, and he turned around abruptly: "Fuck you--"

I couldn't finish the story.

His shoulders sank.

I only caught a glimpse of the other person's hands from the corner of my eye, and without knowing when, they had been placed on my shoulders.

Then, his body involuntarily hunched over.

Boom!
The chest and abdomen were hit hard by the cannon that was placed on the knees.

Baimao held his stomach and vomited up even the food he had eaten the night before.

But before his body fell, he was hit on the side of the face by a kick that followed!
His body rolled and flew more than ten meters away.

He crashed into the crowd of people who were blocking the road. His eyes rolled back, his lips, teeth, mouth and nose were filled with blood, and his broken teeth were scattered all over the ground.

Without even a sound, he stopped moving.

In an instant, the crowded streets became completely quiet.

Only the cold moonlight of the late night remained, shining on the crowded streets.

The explosive music seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet environment. (End of this chapter)