Twilight Boundary

"Is the winner determined?"

Looking at the silent and strange scene on the stage, people on both sides of the stage did not even dare to express their anger.

The method of the Soul Torture Sect is really too weird. It kills a pig from head to tail and the pig doesn't know the pain or escape, which is already extremely weird. Now, even the pig's head has been cut off, but this pig is still alive. Alive and able to eat grass.

This extremely impactful picture has already made everyone in both groups feel numb. If she can do this to pigs, can she also do this to people?

Those who had just been fascinated by the cute and charming Miss Sweet Potato Grill on the stage all woke up in the same way.

When he looked at her again, there was an indescribable eerie and strange temperament.

At the same time, some people also looked at the old man in camouflage, feeling only despair in their hearts.

There is a saying in the martial arts world that tricks can kill the soul, so the Red Lantern Lady Club invited an old man from the trick school to come on stage, but whether it can be overcome or not depends on the timing.

Now it is obviously difficult for people. In fact, from the beginning, this old man in colorful clothes has only struggled to keep up with the sweet potatoes that cast the spell easily. It can be seen clearly that he is at a disadvantage in this fight.

But now, Sweet Potato Roast suddenly used a unique skill and cut off the pig's head.

He was afraid that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to do a good job of burning the sweet potatoes. This game was already lost.

Seeing him just sitting with his eyes lowered, the Tsing Yi Gang was about to cheer for joy and was just short of taking a breath, while the Red Lantern Society was in a sluggish state. Everyone felt invisible pressure, as if there was a mountain pressing down on them. I wonder what the future will be like.

Is it really going to end in a draw?

How can the Red Lantern Empress be willing to give up? Who of the people below will not suffer?

In the audience, Hu Ma frowned, vaguely feeling that things might not be so simple.

After all, Erguotou had known something for a long time. How could he lose if he arranged the matter himself?

Sure enough, just when everyone in the audience thought that the old man in colorful clothes seemed to have no choice but to admit defeat, he suddenly raised his head and sighed deeply, as if he was regretting something. .

Then, he took out a roll of cloth from his arms with some weird runes on it. He tore the runes open and unfolded the roll.

I don't know how many people in the audience stretched their heads and stared with wide eyes. They saw rows of needles and threads in the cloth rolls.

The needles are ordinary-looking needles, some big or small, made of gray and black material, just like those used by people in tailor shops.

The threads were black and bunched up. I couldn't tell what they were made of, but I could tell that there didn't seem to be many, just a few clumps.

Mr. Caiyi silently glanced at the sweet potato roast and sighed: "Young lady is very capable."

"Having such a unique skill at such a young age, who would dare to think about it in the future?"

"..."

As he spoke, he picked up a needle, pulled out a piece of thread, and passed it through the nose of the needle. Then he turned to the mutilated pig, starting from its body and sewing it up bit by bit.

Everyone in the audience vaguely guessed something, but they couldn't believe it. They all held their breath and stared with wide eyes, not wanting to miss anything.

I saw him starting from the pig's body and stitching it together. The needle holes were not very fine, as if to save some thread. At the end, he picked up the pig's head, put it on the neck, threaded the needle and threaded it, and sewed it in a circle.

The pig seemed to have returned to its original appearance, except that the scars on its body were glaring and there were stitching marks everywhere.

After doing this, the old man in Caiyi pulled out a piece of cloth embroidered with carp, covered the stitched pig's head, chanted silently for a long time, suddenly pulled the cloth, and then gently rubbed it on his buttocks. He slapped her gently and sat back.

"howl……"

Everyone was unusually quiet, just watching. Suddenly, a harsh pig growl suddenly sounded.

The pig on the stage had just been cut in various ways, even its head was chopped off, without making any sound, but now, it suddenly let out a piercing scream.

I saw two pieces on his body, bloody and bleeding.

But it was the two pieces that were cut at the beginning. Mr. Caiyi tried his best to sew them back in other places, but those two pieces had been cooked, but he had not sewed them back.

Now, it became the most conspicuous wound. The pig seemed to be in pain and escaped with his life.

While shouting, he rushed wildly, knocking over many tables and chairs, scaring away many onlookers, and fled.

Surrounded on both sides were all disciples of the Blood Food Gang. They were all capable and had weapons in their hands. However, none of them dared to attack the pig that ran out.

There was even a steward who realized what had happened and shouted in surprise: "Don't chop, don't hurt this pig!"

"In the future, we will raise it as an ancestor, and we will care for it until it lasts..."

"..."

Won!

The reaction in the Red Light Club was quick, and everyone was aware of this problem.

As soon as Mr. Caiyi came up with this last trick, everyone knew that the victory was certain.

If you kill a pig and it doesn't die, I will save the pig from death.

You made the pig feel no pain, but I not only rescued it, but also made it feel pain and even learned to escape.

In every aspect, this is a higher law.

The audience was in commotion, but on the stage, Di Gua Shao was also slightly surprised.

He glanced at the black cloth roll in front of the old man in Caiyi, as well as the rows of bone needles inside, and the few normal threads left, but it was the last one, and then he sighed softly and said: "Unjust bone needles, evil Hairline, the old gentleman is still tall..."

"You have this unique skill of sewing, how can I win you?"

"..."

It sounded like he was praising him and clearly admitting defeat, but Mr. Caiyi didn't look happy at all.

An old face with a very gloomy expression.

The other party is just a little girl, but she has practiced her unique skills for decades, and has become famous in Mingzhou Mansion for decades.

But in this arena, she just cast spells casually, but he finally defeated her, but still relied on his most valuable treasure, and this time only, he used all the threads that could be used to save his life. On the pig...

He really doesn't know how to be happy...

This time, although he won, it was equivalent to using his decades of fame to step in for other girls.

"Admit defeat, admit defeat..."

Everyone in the audience was stunned, but after hearing the words about sweet potato burning, they suddenly cheered.

They could clearly hear that Sweet Potato Shao was admitting his inferiority and giving up.

This admission of defeat is a stepping stone, and there is no longer any point of difference. The Red Lantern Lady will win this period solidly.

Six wins and four losses, the Red Lantern Lady will win this battle beautifully.

"Tricks can kill the soul, as expected!"

Manager Xu beside Hu Ma also stood up excitedly and said repeatedly: "Mr. Fan is really very talented."

Someone next to him said: "The reason he won in the end didn't seem to be a trickster, but..."

"...It's good to win, and it's good to win."

"..."

After watching this for a while, Hu Ma felt that it was an eye-opener, and she hurriedly asked Manager Xu: "Tricks to kill the soul, how did this saying come about?"

Manager Xu was in a good mood, and there was a lot of noise around him. He was not afraid of being heard, and said loudly: "Little brother, I'm afraid you haven't really seen the people from the Jixi Sect. They all talk about it..."

"Drawing water from an empty cup, drawing a canvas into a river, gods picking beans, and three dragons entering the sea are all techniques that make people scratch their heads."

"It's precisely because they usually travel around the world and amuse others that they're called the Jig Sect..."

"..."

"Isn't this magic?"

Hu Ma felt a little weird when he heard it. When he heard the word "trick" earlier, he had some associations with it.

Now that I heard it, it was even more correct, and it was even more incredible.

This kind of method is all about pretending to be real, and it has been done in many previous lives. It is also unbelievable, but can it be regarded as a secret?

"hehe……"

Seeing Hu Ma's surprised expression, Manager Xu knew what he was thinking of and said: "In the sect of tricks, there are nine lies and one truth."

"What this means is that 90% of their abilities are all fake. They look like bluffs, but once revealed, they will be disappointing. But one of them is true."

"Because you can't tell which one is true, you can only assume that they are all true."

"There are many people who do tricks in the world, but it cannot be said that everyone is a juggler. Among them, these jugglers are divided into internal and external sects, just to see if among so many things, there is something like that A real unique skill..."

"To put it bluntly, this trick of conquering the tortured soul lies in the soul-torture method. There are many preparations for exploring the bottom and being shocked."

"But people in the Xinghun sect are often at a loss when they encounter the Jixi sect, because people in the Xinghun sect like to pretend to be wanderers, walking around, exploring, and using some concealment methods, but the Jixi sect is really He was born in the world of martial arts."

"When the two sides meet, whether it's a roundabout way or some secret means, the people from the Soul Punishing Sect will often see it all before the people from the Soul Punishing Sect can use it, but you can't see through them!"

"..."

Listening to this, Hu Ma felt that she had become more knowledgeable, and was amazed in her heart.

If we talk about it, Tan'er Cult also seems to belong to the sect of tricks, but it takes a wrong approach, unlike this old gentleman.

Tan'er teaches everyone to shout for beatings, but this old gentleman, if the Red Lantern Club wanted to invite him, he would have to bring heavy gifts and lower his figure.

The only thing that puzzles me now is whether the sweet potato roasting has really lost, or is it just an excuse?

Before these questions could be thought through clearly, and the gang members on both sides were deciding the winner and loser due to this battle, with different expressions, the sweet potato roaster on the stage and the old man in colorful clothes had not had time to step down, suddenly. Everyone heard a cold snort.

A gloomy ghostly aura suddenly swept over all directions, and the flames in the field suddenly turned blue.