If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 224

On the side of the congested national highway, the siren sounds of "I'm caught, I'm caught", "Arrest, arrest, arrest", "Walk, walk, walk" complement each other. It's going to hurt your eardrums here.

But in this era when smart phones have begun to become popular, many people still pick up their mobile phones, turn on the camera or take pictures, and start to take pictures of the various living beings at the scene of the traffic jam.

Someone sent a circle of friends, telling friends that the national highway is blocked, please detour.

Someone will take pictures one after another, and then use them as a basis to write short essays.

The kind-hearted began to worry about the ambulances blocked by the roadside, and began to call for management measures such as emergency lanes with ideas, while the malicious-hearted began to attack regardless of the reason.

Although the short video era has just emerged a little bit, but at this time, we can already see many forms of beings in the traffic era.

But not long after, a man attracted all the shots.

"Photogenic" is a very metaphysical temperament. Some people look beautiful and handsome, but once they are photogenic, they will become extremely weird. Even after watching the film, the audience will only remember the inexplicably huge nostril.

But some people just look plain, even sloppy, but after the photos are posted, they are a mess of handsome.

And this man who entered the camera belongs to the kind of person who is very good in himself and very photogenic.

A suit of tattered clothes looks a little cleaner compared to a homeless man, with messy hair and a beard that has not been groomed for an unknown period of time, but they subtly construct a set of very masculine lens language.

Some people are born to be remembered by the camera. With the sound of shutters, that man came to the riverside.

What is this man up to?
The onlookers who were attracted by that temperament no longer bothered to pay attention to the traffic jam.

After all, traffic jams are seen every day, but such a photogenic person, if you miss this time, you don't know when you will meet again.

A few years ago, Brother Sharp passed away in a blink of an eye, which made everyone understand that sometimes handsomeness and temperament also depend on the combination, even if it is the same person, the same outfit, and a different time and place, that specialness may no longer exist.

Although not everyone wants to win a photography award or something, if this person really becomes an Internet celebrity, then the photos he took will be the capital to use as a [beep——] with others.

When others can only discuss with photos posted on the Internet, taking a photo or even a video taken by yourself, the sense of accomplishment, even if you don’t have friends, it’s great to use it to satisfy your vanity on the Internet.

It's just that when everyone was focusing, the man suddenly pulled out a huge killer whale pillow from behind. The red color scheme and the chubby and honest appearance made it so incompatible with the man's tough guy temperament.

"What is he going to do?"

"It's not another mental illness, is it?"

"Speaking of which Brother Xili seems to have some mental problems, is it possible that he has mental problems if he wants to be on camera?"

All kinds of voices merged into the noise. Some people ran towards Feng Xue from under the bridge, while others were still standing at the head of the bridge to take pictures. Feng Xue didn't care about these voices, he just stood quietly by the river bank On the ground, quietly adjusting his breathing.

Although he was fully confident, he was still a little nervous when things came to an end.

"Hoo~breath..."

As he spits out Chennaixin, Bu Tiange's internal force is mixed with his spiritual thoughts. Although the Thirteen Swords of Desperation are a set of "magic swords" that use swords to control people, they still follow the ancient dragon martial arts' consistent emphasis on spiritual realm. Using the power of martial arts to guide the subtle method, Feng Xue and the killer whale pillow gradually resonated.

The legs are slightly staggered, the knees are slightly bent, and the tail of the killer whale pillow is held with both hands. It looks a bit like a full iron gate variant of the low position in European fencing, but when placed on a huge killer whale pillow, it looks like It's a trash picker dragging a sack.

But just when everyone was wondering what this person was doing, the ground under Feng Xue's feet suddenly sank!
You know, the ground under his feet is not soft soil, but solid concrete ground!

It's just that no one cared about the two sunken cobweb-shaped cracks on the ground at this time, because with the force under his feet, his waist also twisted along with it.

And as the pillow was raised in a golf swing-like motion, a strange sound rang in the ears of everyone within a few kilometers.

The voice was not majestic, even a little cute, but it was long and deep, but it was hard to underestimate.

The person who kept pointing the camera at Feng Xue only felt for a moment whether he was hallucinating, because with Feng Xuena's forceful wave, a phantom of a killer whale rushed towards the river.

The scene was as funny as if the killer whale pillow was thrown out of its body by him, but after that, no one thought about whether the scene was funny or not.

As the phantom of the killer whale rushed out, the ground in front of Feng Xue also rolled up, and a gentle trench with a width of more than five meters extended all the way forward.

The concrete pavement cracked in an instant, and the sand, gravel and soil underground were compacted one after another, and the rolls rushed directly into the river, as if there was an invisible giant, separating the river from both sides.

The two waves rolled upwards strangely, and amidst the ripples of the waves, they turned into a strange wall of water and extended upwards, making a road appear out of thin air in the middle of the river.

The river mud that was supposed to be soft was tamped down by the aftermath of Feng Xue's sword. Although the water level on both sides of the water wall began to change in a way visible to the naked eye, it never collapsed.

"Strength comes from the roots, strength comes from the legs..." Looking at the spectacular scene in front of him, even Liu Qi, who knew what his master was going to do, couldn't help but widen his eyes. , could not help but emerge in his mind.

"Why are you in a daze, hurry up! If you don't run out of water, the river bed will overflow!" Feng Xue's voice came from the "riverside", and the ambulance driver who had been a little sluggish finally came to his senses.

Of course he was not a real ambulance driver, but a field worker from the office of the Luzhou Ghost Story Countermeasures Bureau, but faced with such an unreasonable scene, he was still a little unprofessional stunned.

Fortunately, it was not too late to react at this time. Seeing that there was a clear difference in water level between the upstream and downstream water walls, he swallowed hard, started the car immediately, and drove towards the long and narrow passage "without hesitation" .

This passage is full of calculations, and it is only about [-] meters. The smoothness of the road even exceeds that of urban roads, but the driver can guarantee that this is definitely the most thrilling car he has ever driven in his life.

If the water walls six or seven meters high on both sides were photographed, I am afraid that no normal creature could survive under such a force.

"Let's go." Seeing that the ambulance had arrived on the other side, Feng Xue threw the killer whale pillow back, picked up the quilt, and waved to Liu Qi who was looking at the strange scene in front of him with a frantic expression.

Hearing this, Liu Qi immediately followed up. The master and apprentice were surrounded by passers-by who were already stunned by the scene, and shook off the crowd in an unbelievably easy way.

"This thing, isn't it fake?" A "passer-by" who ran relatively fast walked to the bank of the river, looked at the two water walls, and leaned over it in disbelief, and poked one side with his hand desperately. for a moment.

In an instant, a stream of water spurted out from the place where he poked it, sending the man flying more than two meters away.

Seeing this situation, the police who were originally dealing with traffic jams and accidents immediately rushed out "as if" they had already been prepared, and sealed off the gap between the two sides of the strait. I'm afraid that someone will try to kill me again...

　Regarding why there is no ghost story organization developed in remote countries, this is not a loophole in the design. In fact, if you explain this, you will find that the reason is actually quite sad——

　　To put it simply, abnormal deaths are worthy of attention only for big countries, and for places like Baixiang, Sargon, and Bolivar, dying is simply a daily thing, and it is not enough Let people pay enough attention, and they are already tired of living every day, and they don't have so much leisure time to spread some strange stories and remember certain hatreds.

　　As for the murder ceremony, setting up the scene, and creating some special scenes... these are commonplace things for them, and they don't even have a chance to occupy a block of tofu in the news, let alone attract attention.

　　As for belief, in this regard, you can check the degree of religious proliferation on Baixiang.

　　This is not to say that it is difficult to practice religion over there. In fact, it is easier than you think.

　　There is a very classic passage in a white elephant movie "Alien Drunk PK Earth God" with a bad name but a pretty good shot——

　　The protagonist finds a larger stone at the entrance of the university, then puts some color on it, puts some money, and worships again. People passing by will also worship when they see it, and then a religion is born.

　　But the problem is that they don't care what kind of religion or god it is.

　　In this case, it is too difficult for a person who does not understand the language to rob believers with those gods who specialize in religion.

　　(By the way, although Baixiang's movies feel a bit weird and the special effects are far from good, there are still many masterpieces)
　　
　
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