Zhao Xi yawned long and wished he could find another can of cold beer and put it on his forehead.
Just now in the venue, in line with the principle of not wasting, he drank almost all the beer he asked for. Later, in the noise, he listened to the security chief describing the situation. When he was concentrating, he didn't realize that now.
Outside the auditorium, when the breeze blew, I felt a little dizzy and my brain was dull. I just wanted to fall down and sleep on the spot.
It's really too much.
But this feeling of intoxication was also a rare experience after undergoing movement modification, and he didn't want to "deal with" it for a while.
"A little more than midnight at most." Fries was full of energy and had the leisure to correct Zhao Xi's inaccurate description.
Zhao Xi sighed: "That's why I said it's long! If I had known I could sleep in the guest room until dawn... Ouch!"
Fries turned around and asked Liu Fengming on the other side: "Do you feel okay giving up your divine power to investigate the case all night?"
"This is not a case." Liu Fengming was looking at the mask in his hand at this time. Hearing this, he raised his face, with a solemn look on his rough face, "????????????????"
It exposes the immature side of the Hundun Order, but this sect also has another very terrifying side. It is even precisely because of its immaturity..."
"Enough is enough!" The drunk Zhao Xi shouted, regardless of Liu Fengming's military rank being above him, "You can't be too purposeful, and you can't just do whatever you want just because the big boss has a good temper."
Zhao Xi started to fight for someone, maybe because he was looking for beer to find a relationship?
Liu Fengming did not deny it. He said after a moment: "I hope I can stay in Lake City longer."
The three people talking and chatting like this, standing in the square in front of the auditorium, except that their clothes were a little eye-catching, were not fundamentally different from the other people walking together in twos and threes, making friends, laughing and cursing.
Almost two hours had passed since that little "illegal transaction" incident. It was already after midnight, and the complete Nuo game had just ended.
Needless to say, the wild and absurd carnival scenes in it, and the core of power increase, circulation and control hidden behind the carnival have also transformed it from an adult-level game into a very tempting large-scale promotion.
Outsiders like Frith don't know what the conversion rate is, but looking at the cheerful, high-spirited explorers and mercenaries in the square, the effect is probably good.
Frith has arranged for the people from the Deep Blue Cluster to go back first, leaving only Zhao Xi and Liu Fengming, who need to report to Ronan.
"No one is there?" Zhao Xi stood on tiptoes, put his hands on the awning, and looked around. The "people" he mentioned were of course specific.
"How could anyone be so free like you?" Frith asked for the location, hung up the phone, and headed down first.
Zhao Xi was surprised: "Why don't you just ask him where he is?"
"How is that possible! Of course I'm asking Lao Meng. He's still waiting for the tiger to come over so he can ask for instructions and report. Let's get there first and go back to bed after we finish... How about you sober up first?"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm awake."
Fries shouted, and took Zhao Xi and Liu Fengming to the North District. Not long after, he found the real owner at the pier by the river.
What the three people saw was similar but different from what Meng Tu saw a few hours ago.
On the pier, drizzle was still falling, and Ronan was still facing the river, sitting cross-legged in the air, with his head and face lowered.
But when people get closer, they feel that the rain is abnormally hot, and part of the rain sublimates into a thin layer of smoke, half-covering the light, and smearing the river surface. Ronan's figure seems to be dissipated in this blurry mist at any time.
Seeing this scene, Fries couldn't help but feel a little hesitant - it seemed that he was not easy to disturb.
However, Zhao Xi, who claimed to be "sober", didn't expect this at all. He walked straight over without stopping, and sighed to himself: "I came back to practice after relaxing. Big shots are so diligent... Damn, it's dazzling."
Already?"
Zhao Xi subconsciously stopped and blinked hard.
He just seemed to see several figures, as fast as flying souls, walking back and forth in the rain and fog. They seemed to be rushing to kill each other, and they seemed to join forces to attack Ronan, forming an encirclement and suppression of Ronan.
Ronan's figure had already seemed to be transformed in the mist, and now it was even more distorted. Together with the "human figures" who were attacking each other, they were sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes far and sometimes close, and it was as absurd as a dream.
There was also a rolling heat wave, rushing in all directions, and there was a peak that hit Zhao Xi's face, as if there were real flames, and his eyebrows were almost scorched.
There may also be an effect of the human magnetic field. Zhao Xi could clearly see that there were tiny electric fires dancing in the night, twisting and intermittent, and almost connecting to him.
At this time, I looked to the side and realized that Frith and Liu Fengming had stopped a long time ago. At this time, they were almost five meters apart.
Zhao Xi was a little dizzy, but he was not stupid. He didn't even bother to accuse the two of them of disregarding their friendship. He hurriedly retreated, keeping a distance from the relevant area with a certain kind of natural awe.
Maybe they came at the wrong time?
When the three of them were looking at each other, Ronan's voice came over: "Sorry, wait a moment."
Following the words, the temperature radiated from the mist dropped significantly, and the surging electric fires also regularly moved toward the center.
Ronan's almost disintegrating figure became clearer and clearer. Zhao Xi could even see that under the cover of his thin back, there was a faint light swaying in the chest area, flashing extremely fast.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but I heard a faint scratching sound, as if they were shuffling cards or something.
Uh, did he watch too many people playing cards in the middle of the night?
Ronan landed with his feet on the ground and turned around. For a moment, the heat wave subsided, and the rain and fog dispersed.
Frith and others have become numb to such methods.
During this period, half of the light source between Ronan and the riverside was revealed. It was indeed a mist of light that had not completely dissipated, and the fluctuations inside were huge.
Although it was a startling glance, it left a deep impression on his heart. When Zhao Xi saw it, he immediately made a call:
Isn't this the "map" that Ronan took out when he was flying in the sky during the day? The one that covers all the working locations in the Greater Golden Triangle.
Looking at it at night, it seems that it is not as stable as during the day. It also seems that there is a fierce conflict between the targets mapped inside...
Along with Ronan.
"Are you...in there fighting?" This was what Jiu Jin'er said, attracting Fries and Liu Fengming to look at him sideways.
Ronan didn't mind at all, and responded: "It's not a fight, it's just that some of the cards are not appropriate, it's not easy to use, and the firepower is hard to control. I'll verify it and go back and do it again."
"Cards? Firepower?" After a brief confusion, Zhao Xi immediately thought that Ronan was indeed playing some character cards or non-character cards during the day, which made everyone confused.
There is also "firepower". In the military activity room, Ronan said that he was "burning the stove". Is this the same thing?
As for the connection between "cards" and "firepower", it's not just using cards to make fire... There are all kinds of doubts, isn't now a good opportunity to find out more about it?
"That……"
Fries carried him behind his arm and told the drunken technician to get out of the way. At the same time, he gave Liu Fengming a look, who understood and got to the point in time.
But he didn't need to say anything more. He only had to offer the wooden mask that he had been holding for a long time with both hands, and that was enough.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ronan took it and held the mask in front of his eyes.
Speaking of which, he has used various means to repeatedly cut and explore all the faces brought to tonight's event, including this mask of course.
But I haven't really gotten started.
The mask in my hand has a pure wooden structure. Its back is completely unmodified, with fine straight grains. It is gray-white in color and is probably willow sapwood.
As for the front, even the bark of the tree was used. It was painted with more oil paint, so that the color became black, the eyes were as big as bells, and it looked even more sinister and terrifying.
"It's both physical and spiritual."
Frith grinned: "It is said that this mask is a serious magical object that can also be used in the 'Hundred Faces Festival'. It is placed in the venue tonight, waiting for fate. Old Liu has grabbed the jackpot."
Liu Fengming simply responded: "The main thing is to understand them."
"About tonight..."
Fries just opened his head and saw Ronan's arm pressing back, actually placing the black-faced willow mask on his face.
To be honest, this mask has a ferocious face. If you want to wear it, a sturdy one like Liu Fengming can do it, and a big guy like Frith will have no problem wearing it.
But for a skinny young man like Ronan, not to mention his incompatible frame, it would be nice to be able to align his facial features with such a big mask, but even the straps that come with the mask may not work.
However, until Ronan put his hands down, the mask was still buckled on his face without straps. It was as if there was a layer of glue between his facial muscles and the inner layer of the mask, which was firmly compacted.
Is this possible?
Frith and Zhao Xi both looked at Liu Fengming, who only stared at Ronan blankly.
Perhaps because he felt uncomfortable, Ronan shook his neck. Even though the corners of the mask were in the air, they were firmly stuck to his face. The longer he looked at them, the more he felt that they were integrated into one piece.
He became a ferocious ghost with a big head and a small body... and it was a bit funny.
Ronan's voice came from behind the mask: "It doesn't pick on anyone."
Liu Fengming understood what Ronan meant: "The temporary blessing on the Nuo game has an effect on anyone who wears it. But what leaks out during the 'Hundred-faced Sacrifice' ceremony must be bound to the wearer until the next Hundred-faced Sacrifice is held again."
It won’t be untied until now.”
When Liu Fengming was talking about the extended background knowledge, Ronan put on a mask and began to move his hands and feet. During this period, he put on several boxing frames, all of which were just a taste. But with his movements, the dullness that had previously disappeared with the drizzle and mist
The power of dry fire is clear and radiating, and the source can be completely determined:
It comes from Ronan.
The three of them exchanged glances, which was not very spiritual.