Pi, pronounced as bēi, means low position, position, terrain, etc., which can be translated as "humble".
In the context of the side show, "King of Pi" is more appropriate than "King of Sorrow". During his lifetime, he performed Nuo performances to drive away evil spirits and moved poles to invite gods. After his death, his status under the Nine Nether cannot be the same as that of ordinary monsters.
language.
Note that the side show is a direct "invitation", rather than a series of complex invitation rituals such as setting up sacrifices to eagles, tigers, golden cangs, etc., so the ones he invited are neither from the Fox Yellow White Willow Ash Family nor the normal family.
The King of Pi, in theory, you can only do this if you have a certain degree of personal relationship. To put it bluntly, if you don’t pay or have foreplay, who do you expect to perform some exciting shows for you?
land?
After the side show shouted this sentence, he stopped his chaotic and strange dance steps, lowered his head, and stood there motionless.
In view of the kid's crazy behavior before, Stafford actually cautiously took half a step back instead of continuing to launch an offensive. Moreover, he felt that the aura of the kid in front of him suddenly changed, becoming more dangerous, and completely different from before and after.
people.
The corner of Bian Xiu's mouth suddenly moved, and he exhaled a long breath of cold white steam. The movement was so large that it felt like he was trying to squeeze out his entire lungs.
"Ha~"
"Which shameless sick and consumptive person would be unhappy if he didn't get a dime from the pool, wouldn't he? How dare he come to make trouble with the old lady's disciple?"
(Note: To collect the pond, go to the cemetery during the New Year and festivals to throw a horsewhip, scatter sweeps, burn paper, and offer tributes, etc.)
The voice that came out of his mouth was not the voice of a sideshow at all, but the voice of an old woman, as hoarse as an old bird.
There was no trace of vitality left in the side show. His eyes were closed tightly and his eyeballs were turning rapidly under his eyelids. At some point, there was a wilted willow branch on his left hand, and there were strings of feet hanging on his right hand and arm.
There are dozens of small bronze mirrors.
Stafford: "..."
He doesn’t understand!
Bian Xiu opened his eyes.
The eyes were not eyeballs at all, but a fierce and stinging fox-yellow and red light: "Oh, foreign devils, the burial pits given to you back then were still too small!"
Li Cang himself was the last person to believe in "momentum". Even though Tao Hongben caught him talking about something every day, today was undoubtedly an eye-opener for Teacher Cang.
There was an indescribable and mysterious aura about the side show, and everyone, or rather all living people, felt suppressed, just like running in the sun on the road in the dog days of summer, and ended up falling headlong.
Enter the cold storage of the slaughterhouse.
The direction of the sideshow and Stafford was in chaos. The black and white air and colored lights completely mixed the scenery around them into an indescribable mosaic. People outside could only hear the ping-ping-pong-pong coming from inside.
The dull hitting sound of the pong and the strange screams and laughter of the side show changed the tone.
Chumaxian was born out of a branch of primitive shamanism and is a continuation of the shaman tradition. In terms of the animism of all things and the immortality of the soul, it has certain similarities with the voodoo doctrine believed in by Martinis, and the so-called dancing god, throwing away
Talking about things other than the core values, it is the same as all Nuo operas. It is nothing more than a beautiful vision of fighting disasters, exorcising evil spirits and warding off epidemics, with silk dances, silk dances, gongs, rolling ball lights, tiger dances and eagle dances.
Some have...
Therefore, what people see in a mosaic are all kinds of chaotic monsters, muttering words, doing various animal-like and incredible dance movements, and at the same time engaging in hand-to-hand combat with Stafford...
Changing the soup without changing the dressing, the viewing quality can be described as "excellent".
However, the ability of this King of Pi was obviously far better than that of the side show himself. Within a few seconds, Stafford was beheaded.
In the audience seats on the Stafford side of the Colosseum, a "corpse puppet" was instantly reduced to ashes and died for Stafford. Stafford breathed a sigh of relief and cursed: "Damn...
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He really couldn't say anything.
When Bian Xiu saw this, he frowned, and the fox-yellow light in his eyes became a bit disgusting and majestic: "The evil is serious, this is the way to die!"
He swung the bronze mirror, and with a crashing sound, the colorful light that filled the entire Colosseum was instantly pushed back within five meters of Stafford.
"Go!"
A withered willow branch directly turned into a towering tree, and the willow roots stretched like ghost claws, engulfing Stafford's entire body and the colorful light, and crushed it.
"Baby, my godmother is tired. I'll take him away. If you have anything to do, I'll give my godmother some yellow, white, round and flat ones. I've lost a lot of money playing Pai Gow these days!"
"okay!"
The side show's face was pale, and he was sweating so much that he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Not a single part of Stafford's body was missing. He stood there blankly. He didn't say a word until the sideshow came to him. Tears and snot flowed down his face, and he made a muffled sound.
Laughing: "People like...me...will never die...only birthdays...no memorial days...my tombstone...engraved...eternal life...years..."
The side show looked at him, smiled, and smashed a big-eared melon seed into the ground.
"Hee, I won't... die... birthday... memorial day..."
The sideshow threw out another big-eared melon seed: "Wake up!"
"laugh..."
The light and shadow of the Colosseum are dissipating, and the buildings are beginning to collapse and decay. The process is very slow, but the four thousand private troops on Stafford's side are visibly wilting. Soon their movements are slow and as weak as an old man.
As a result, the crackling sound of big-eared melon seeds became particularly abrupt and loud.
"Did he really kill him? Bullshit! Bullshit!"
"No, what is this for?"
"Stafford seems to be stupid. Xiu'er probably... wants to vent his anger?"
The side show explained to Rao Qifang: "My godmother took away his three souls and six souls. His body is already empty, but it is not considered dead. There is still a random happy soul that is the most difficult to handle. I will help him quickly."
Click to complete the process of returning to the soul."
"Return to the soul?"
"Well, just..." The side show looked very embarrassed when facing Rao Qifang, as if he was a little fan who met the idol he longed for. He said: "It's the same as the first seven? After death, the three souls and seven souls still have to be destroyed.
Coming back for one last look, looking back at the light?"
"How long will it take?"
"Xi Po is the most annoying. In the longest period, he has to wait for the first seven days before he disperses." The side show scratched his head and said: "Although the Colosseum is collapsing and decaying, if he never returns to his soul, he probably has to wait a little longer.
when."
"oh."
Rao Qifang twitched the corner of her mouth very covertly.
Stafford was still giggling and not moving. He just stood there happily, looking around.
Several of the thornheads who had performed very well in the previous battle asked impatiently: "Just keep waiting like this? Can't we just raise it?"
There are thorns everywhere, especially those in the army who are many and fierce.
They didn't think the side show was very strong, but Stafford kept chasing him and beating him. The two went in both directions and squeezed away their performance opportunities.
Li Cang thought for a while and said: "Since there is no direct declaration of victory or defeat, let's wait a little longer. It probably has something to do with the skill mechanism of the Colosseum. If you win, you will win. Don't make any more mistakes."
So Bian Xiu bared his teeth at Li Cang and managed a smile.
There are a few nannies who are real people. They look so weak that they can't even stand on the side show, and they have several sets of red and blue tonic skills.
"Huh? Why doesn't it work?"
"It shouldn't be..."
"Thank you!" Bian Xiu said weakly: "This one can't recover, so we can only take care of it slowly."
