A man who seemed to have emerged from a pool of blood stood quietly, looking down at the crowd below him.
The anchor's first reaction was not excitement, but fear. He comes from a remote town. It was self-media and live broadcast that gradually brought him into contact with the outside world. To be honest, he had never seen a transformer with his own eyes, let alone
, a transformer with blood all over his body and aloofness.
He was not cold, but his teeth were chattering violently.
That was Xueyi, he confirmed it in his heart, but his instinct made him forget what live broadcast, what traffic, what is the instinct of living things? It is to live.
The traffic password that the whole country was paying attention to was right in front of him, but what flashed through the anchor's mind was other information. In one night, hundreds of people died at the hands of Xueyi. Not only could this transformer really know how to kill, but he could also kill people.
It was said that he was a murderer, and the blood stains all over his body were proof.
The anchor wants to run away, now, immediately, turn around and run away!
But he sadly realized that his legs were not functioning at all, as if they had been filled with lead water.
In the live broadcast room, netizens frantically refreshed the screen, and the anchor's abnormal performance caused the girls and women who were still gushing over the bloody clothes to follow the anchor's gaze and look up.
"Ah!!!!" the middle-aged woman screamed first.
"Blood clothes!!!!" Then the girl almost went crazy shouting.
The crowd around them was instantly attracted to the two men and stopped one after another.
The girl and the woman made almost the same movements, covering their mouths with one hand and pointing to the top of the street lamp with one hand, their eyes full of uncontrollable surprise and excitement.
Passers-by who didn't know why looked up one after another.
"ah!!"
“Holy shit!!!”
"What the hell!!"
The crowd exploded in an instant, and the exclamations were like waves, advancing layer by layer into the distance.
Some people dragged their family and friends and ran outside, while others squeezed in like crazy. The eyes of curiosity, panic, admiration, joy, awe, and various mixed emotions converged on the same focus, the man in blood-clothed clothes who was like a sculpture.
The anchor had calmed down. He was already in the center of the crowd. The feeling of being surrounded by so many people relieved the fear in his heart. Only then did he react and grabbed the mobile phone standing on the long shelf.
Switching to the rear camera, he tried hard to control his hands from shaking. He was so eloquent that he couldn't say anything at this time, and the number of people online in his live broadcast room was increasing at an incredible speed.
The message was bouncing so fast that he couldn't see it clearly.
He was not the only one taking pictures with his mobile phone. In fact, there were at least hundreds of mobile phones pointed at the man in blood on the street lamp.
In just a few minutes, thousands of people have gathered around, and the outer boundary of the crowd is still expanding, and countless people are rushing here.
Compared to the noise outside, the inner circle was eerily silent, with no one speaking.
Through the mask, Liu Xiao glanced at a pair of eyes with different expressions and a mobile phone camera that was only pointed at him. He knew that it was almost done.
"You must keep your mouth shut when you see the bait coming. It's easy to hide when the river returns. The eddies are steep and full of dangers. Don't be like a whale trying to harm people."
Liu Xiao's voice was low, but full of power and majesty. It was not as good as Hong Zhong's, but it was enough for the surrounding crowd to hear clearly.
"This is what I want to say to the lost, and it is also what I want to say to all humans on earth."
There was a commotion in the surrounding crowd. This was the first time that everyone heard Xueyi's voice, and just two sentences revealed a lot of information. First, Xueyi must be Chinese, and secondly, Xueyi must also belong to the righteous camp.
, Third, even if Xueyi is not an ancient person, he must be very knowledgeable. At least 90% of the people present cannot understand the meaning of that poem.
Liu Xiao finally understood why Leng Yufeng spoke in classical Chinese when he first heard his voice. In fact, when you have a certain strength and status on a certain occasion, if you speak in a low and vernacular manner, you will be disappointed.
People's awe of you will be greatly reduced. And the more inscrutable you are, the more convinced you will be.
In the live broadcast room, the number of people online has exceeded 100,000, and the screen is full of "The bloody clothes are mighty, China is mighty!"
The anchor holding the phone didn't pay attention to the phone screen. He didn't want to take his eyes away from Xueyi for a moment.
"Although Divine Qiantang has been destroyed, the crisis still exists. This city needs someone to protect it, and the people here need someone to stand in front of the battle." Liu Hao paused, "So, if you think you have passion and skills,
The day after tomorrow, I’ll still be here and I can give it a try.”
"But remember, wear a mask." Liu Xiao added.
After finishing speaking, the stone bricks under people's feet began to tremble, and the crowd under Liu Xiao slowly rose up in shock, until a stone platform more than one meter high and more than ten meters long and wide was formed.
Whether this stone platform was prepared in advance, or whether Xueyi is simply an elemental genius, no one can guess, but one thing is true, Xueyi wants to organize a force of his own, and the purpose of this force is to protect this city
and the people here.
"Holy shit! Bloody Clothes is going to organize its own forces!" In the live broadcast room, the barrage jumped crazily.
"It's too late the day after tomorrow. It's too late to go to Qiantang now!"
"What crisis is he talking about? Didn't he kill all the lost people in Qiantang?"
"I just booked a flight ticket, haha, not for anything else, just because I can see the bloody clothes!"
"No way! I just checked the ticket booking software, and the tickets to Qiantang are almost gone!"
"I'm going!"
"Anchor! Ask Xueyi, can people from other provinces join his organization? Ask me quickly!"
...
"Blood clothes." Someone in the crowd had the courage to ask loudly, "We are all ordinary people, how can we compare with the transformed ones?"
This person's question represents the voice of many people. Facts have proved that the strongest fighter on the earth is at most equal to the fighting power of an ordinary lost person, and he is still the kind of person who is behind the curve.
Liu Xiao quickly distinguished the person who asked the question from the crowd. He was a young man who was not very tall but had explosive muscles. He could tell at a glance that he was a practitioner.
"This is just your perception, that's all."
Liu Xiao gave an open answer.
But this answer is enough to make people think endlessly.
"Blooded clothes!" After the first person, someone else immediately asked, "Can people from other provinces participate?"
Many people in the crowd nodded silently, they also wanted to know.
"Otherwise why is it the day after tomorrow instead of tomorrow?"
Liu Xiao asked rhetorically.
Everyone present smiled knowingly. Unexpectedly, Xueyi was quite humorous, at least he was a cannibal of fireworks. Suddenly, he felt that the distance between him and everyone was getting closer.
"Blooded clothes! I love you!" an older leftover woman shouted with a smile, causing a burst of laughter from the audience.
"Xueyi, are you really Fahai?" Then, all kinds of strange questions came one after another.
Under the mask, Liu Xiao rolled his eyes, feeling that his goal had been achieved, and if he didn't retreat, his success would be ruined.
Suddenly it jumped up, and amid exclamations of surprise, it drew a graceful arc in the air, and landed lightly on another street lamp more than fifty meters away. After a few ups and downs, it completely disappeared from everyone's sight.
"This... this is an immortal, right... this distance is almost like flying."
Someone murmured.
"No wonder he can kill an entire divine being by himself. The strength of Xueyi is there."
Someone said excitedly.
"The day after tomorrow! The day after tomorrow, why if it is the day after tomorrow, how can I sleep these two nights!"
Someone said sadly.
The crowd did not disperse immediately because they were busy replying to tens of thousands of messages on WeChat Moments and private messages from relatives and friends. The phones were ringing one after another. The whole of China wanted to know about this bloody suit in Qiantang.
The anchor didn't remember his livelihood until now. He took a look at the number of people online in the live broadcast room, 4.97 million people. He swallowed silently. This number was enough to put him in the top few of the live broadcast room.
He took the top spot and looked at the gift rewards. There was a seven-digit number on the background data, which took him a long time to count clearly. Just when he was not paying attention to the screen, crazy netizens kept refreshing all kinds of gifts, not for the anchor, but for the host.