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Bai Jingan had been watching from above, and now he finally jumped down to inspect the results of the battle.
The doctor also poked his head out from behind the tree. When he saw the tragic situation in front of him, he bent down and threw up.
Xia Tian handed the crossbow to Bai Jingan. The tactical planner took it, weighed it, and hung it around his waist. He then went through the corpses on the ground and counted the spoils of the war.
In the shadow of the hillside, there was a hint of madness on his calm-as-water face.
Xia Tian glanced at him and remembered that in Zhi Leng’s suite, his first reaction when he saw the corpse was to stuff it inside a suitcase and suddenly realized that he wouldn’t object to this robbery at all. He was this kind of person.
And this time, their near-suicidal adventure was a success, and the harvest was very rich.
Xia Tian also went to look through the bodies. Originally, he was looking for a sword, but when he saw a small bag of apples, he bent over to pick up one, wiped it clean on his body, and nibbled directly.
He always felt hungry when he was injured, and also when he was in pain. In any moment of crisis, he would feel hungry, as if food could fill something.
He stood among the corpses, nibbling at the apple dazedly as he watched his teammates collect the spoils of the war.
As he looked at Luo Qingtian’s silver hair stained with blood and mud, looked at the corpses and blood all over the ground, the scorching heat in his heart subsided. He occasionally had such moments of calm after killing.
The sky was overcast, but at this time the sun finally poked its head out from the layers of the dark clouds, spilled on the battlefield, causing the whole world to shine brightly.
The bright and dazzling light was shining on him. He was covered in blood, and so was his face. His hair was also a bit messy. He just killed three people, and was eating an apple among the pile of corpses. He looked cold and reckless, and had a brilliant handsomeness.
Bai Jingan stared at him with a cold face. Xia Tian said, “What’s wrong?”
The tactical planner averted his gaze and said, “Nothing.”
The doctor looked at the corpse incredulously and said, “This… this is the ‘Silver Team’. This is Luo Qingtian! Oh my goodness, this is Fu Ting, Shen Jing…”
Xia Tian played with the names of these people, and put them aside. It was no longer necessary to remember them.
“How can this be possible?” The doctor continued, “They are the ‘Silver Team’ and have their own special planning team. Do you know what this means?”
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The doctor still stared at him and said, “Do you know what it looks like out there?!”
Xia Tian didn’t know what to say, so he also stared back at him. The other party avoided his gaze, as if there was something scary on his face.
“What’s it like?” La Tie asked excitedly.
The doctor said it would be a big hit and everyone would replay the battle over and over again, make special features and cut music videos, and call them the rising stars on the battlefield. La Tie listened with a happy look on his face.
Bai Jingan had no interest in this, and with a bored expression he pulled out the short arrow from the corpse’s head and stuffed it into the arrow slot.
Xia Tian handed an apple to Bai Jingan. The latter said that he wouldn’t eat it, so Xia Tian began to deal with the second one. While wandering around the corpses, he inspected the good things and collected them all. Basically, it was all food.
Then he picked a few long swords, and finally chose a sharp sword that was on Fu Ting’s hand; it was carved with a pattern of branches and leaves on the top.
He wiped the sword on the corpse to get rid of the blood and reluctantly commented, “It’s better to use a gun.”
The doctor stood among a pile of corpses, looking around excitedly, as if he could see the chaos outside the arena through the hidden camera.
A crow rested on a tree branch, watching the scene in front of it. Bai Jingan looked up at it. It stood on the branch innocently, like a perfectly ordinary bird, bringing an ominous atmosphere to the battlefield.
“Let’s find a secluded place to rest,” Bai Jingan said.
Xia Tian nodded in agreement, and Bai Jingan turned and walked in the opposite direction, his face grim. He always had this expression.
Xia Tian followed him and saw Bai Jingan’s lock of hair curled up again, and he reached out and pressed it down.
Bai Jingan took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, wondering if he had overestimated his patience, when he decided to put up with Xia Tian.
The crow stood quietly on the branch and watched them leave.
The text, video, and live-action posts of the 199th Killing Show on Floating Gold TV station exploded.
Everyone was asking what happened, and related videos were replayed over and over again, and the click-through rate soared. Luo Qingtian’s team was the favorite to win the championship. There was a full-time planning team, and it was impossible to die on the first day of the Pay-to-View Competition!
As for Luo Qingtian’s planning team, when the star in charge died, everyone was dumbfounded. The assistant director came over with a phone call and asked them to go to an impromptu meeting to discuss what to do next.
There was a lot of clamoring in the meeting room.
“Where did that kid come from?!”
“It’s terrible, just a few seconds, no warning at all…”
“How could his tactical planner agree to that kind of suicidal plan?!”
“I can’t believe he did it!”
Everyone spoke very fast. They were nervous as hell, but did not dare to raise the most critical question: Luo Qingtian is dead, what should we do?
This could be said to be an accident, or this could be said to be a mistake. If it was the latter, they would be immediately expelled from the planning team.
The meeting room was bright and clean, but the group of people reeked after having spent countless all-nighters, with messy hair and clothes stained with food residues, like a pile of garbage waiting to be cleaned in a large bright room.
As senior planners—the name sounded nice, in fact, everyone had one—each of them had a contract with the TV station for more than 50 years. They couldn’t think about changing jobs; the company could do whatever it wanted with them. And in this day and age, you could never lose your job because everyone had a bunch of loans to repay, and if you couldn’t pay them, you would lose more than just your house.
“Will they kill him? Punish him?” A planner enquired.
“Maybe. You can’t just kill a star unless you’re a star yourself,” his colleague replied.
There was silence on the meeting table for three seconds, and the discussion broke out like a sudden burst of light in the sky after a dark night.
“No, they won’t kill him. He’s a good looking guy—”
“No, he’s very handsome, and he’s also very popular—”
“He is from the Zone N and he is very dramatic—”
“Luo Qingtian is dead, and this one must be kept to see if he can be cultivated!”
Within three minutes, everyone reached a consensus: From their professional eyes, Xia Tian was very worthy of cultivation, so they should put all their resources on it and set up a five-member planning team.
Luo Qingtian? His death was regrettable, but on the other hand, it perfectly brought out the excellence of this rookie. Only when there was loss could there be gain. The Killing Show had always been like this. They were quite sure that Xia Tian was a first-rate star seedling, and Luo Qingtian would become a solid stepping stone for him.
They needed a rough plan before the assistant director came so they hurriedly prepared a plan.
The online discussion was in full swing, but as far as Luo Qingtian was concerned, no one tried to salvage anything.
In the Killing Show, dead stars had no value.
In the past, there would have been a memorial to see if you could sell some of the surrounding areas. Now that the 3D printing technology was soaring, there was no need to worry about inventory, you could just throw it into the material preparation area and reorganize it.
Everyone in the audience area was discussing this unexpected surprise attack. They were analyzing the actions in those few seconds, and Xia Tian’s name spread on the Internet like a plague.
Half an hour after the incident, a young planner working in the Network Department made a column on the homepage about Luo Qingtian’s death, accompanied by videos, a collection of relevant resources, and opened up a small communication area.
The number of clicks on the link increased rapidly, but no one discussed the dead, they only talked about Xia Tian.
They rejoiced over this heist, thinking that this surprise attack wasn’t just a tactic, but revenge, bright and just. They bought virtual fireworks to celebrate, thinking that Xia Tian was a hero who deserved to kill more.
A strange fanatic atmosphere rose up, and they repeatedly quoted Xia Tian’s phrase “Your lives aren’t so valuable”, so much that it directly rushed to the top of the Hot List, and they simply began to imagine who the next one to die would be.
This kind of gloating wasn’t unrelated to the image of Luo Qingtian himself.
He was a person who really enjoyed killing, and he often killed without any hesitation, even players who had a chance to coexist — and some had even stopped early to show friendship—including many popular stars.
No one said anything. Strength was the only truth these days, and people who weren’t strong enough deserved to die. And to watch this kind of show, you had to be an adult who knew life was impermanent and wasn’t afraid to watch people dying in the Killing Show.
The anger had nowhere to go, but it would never go away.
When he died, countless people in the Upper City were waiting to gloat.
—By the way, the phrase “Your lives aren’t so valuable” said by Xia Tian entered the 199th Killing Show’s Famous Quotes and Sayings Column. Each Killing Show had such a column, recording some interesting words that were popular for a while. On the list was also the phrase “It’s better to use a gun.”
People suddenly started talking about Xia Tian, asking who he was and what resources were available to buy. In the discussion on the Internet, another angry rebel who came from the Lower City, a hero who came out of the Asura field took shape.
The planners of the Killing Show were familiar with this process. In the Upper World, where capital flowed like a behemoth, attention and resources were silently concentrating in one direction.
A new hero was about to be born.
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Thank you for the chapter ❤️
Thanks for the chapter!
XT is so cute?? Always offering food to Bai after killing, just like a pet. Then relentlesly focusing on his hair bc it’s annoying to see 😆 Also his mentality of killing=food>anything else 🤣🤣
XT: From my mother’s womb.
“It’s terrible, just a few seconds, no warning at all…”
XT: What? Do you want me to announce before killing people now?
“How could his tactical planner agree to that kind of suicidal plan?!”
XT: My, my tactical planner??? Ooh, I like this.
“I can’t believe he did it!”
XT: This is the Killing Show. What am I to do instead of killing people? Which action could you not believe? Me killing in the Killing Show or people dying in the Killing Show?
“You can’t kill a star unless you’re a star yourself.”
XT: Imma mothafuckin’ starboy
Thank you for the chapter!!!
Thanks for the chapter ❤️