Be a psychic in a star card game

Chapter 112 11003

the strange thing is.

As He Yan gnawed off the old lady's foot, the huge pot underneath also shook suddenly.

It's like the shaking of the TV suddenly losing signal and jumping the screen.

At the same time, the army and tourists staying outside also saw it at the same time—a huge projection appeared in the sky.

below.

Major Lin was still sharing his worries with the people, talking about how everyone would hold a funeral for He Yan if He Yan died inside or couldn't get out.

"In my opinion, find a puppet passage, put He Shen's cemetery at the entrance of the passage to frighten, then you must keep ghosts away!" At this time, someone suggested among the crowd who had just followed the bus.

Immediately, there was a burst of dissatisfaction:

"Are you human? How many cards He Yan has created and how much contribution he has made. You put his cemetery in such a dangerous place. You will not let others live in peace after death!"

"They were all raised by nature, why should they protect you after death, you are too selfish..."

"Isn't this a matter of discussion, don't start arguing," Major Lin said, standing up to maintain order, "Don't make a noise, sit down and talk—hey, why are you still fighting, I know everyone is for Hello, He Yan, now the life and death of people in it is unclear, and it is not necessarily certain that they will die, there is no need, there is no need to be like this..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the melon-eating crowd on the opposite side, everyone looked behind him with shocked expressions on their faces.

Zhou Qing, who was observing and calculating without saying a word, also stood up, looking solemnly at Major Lin.

"?" Major Lin touched his face subconsciously. Why are you all looking at me?

"Grandpa, grandpa, move a little to the side and block me."

Below, the little girl with the shofar braid stretched out her small hand and pulled Major Lin's trousers with a slurred speech, "Stop me from seeing Uncle He."

"Oh, ok.... What? Grandpa?" Major Lin subconsciously moved aside, his face darkening quickly.

He was just about to argue that he doesn't look like a grandfather, and why He Yan is an uncle, so he became a grandfather. Although he is a little older than He Yan...but he is not a generation behind To what extent?

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly realized something!

He turned around sharply with shocking eyes - he saw that the sky above the original cemetery behind him was shrouded in gray mist, and in this looming mist, a cauldron with a diameter that could cover the entire cemetery stood in mid-air!

...... Fuck, blah, blah, blah, He Yan.

Although after following He Yan, I have been shocked by sudden supernatural events many times, and I have even seen Nezha Naohai and Zhou Yu burning Chibi, but there is a big black pot coming out of the sky, this sense of oppression, and the spectator mentality of watching the fire are different!

This thing is about to fall... the first ones to hit it are the melon-eating audience present.

"Hey, isn't that Jiang Wu!" He took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw an old lady leaning on the edge of the big black pot, pulling herself to death with a cane...and hugging the old lady's feet. He Yan, who didn't let go, had Brother Jiang Wu on his back.

The blazing bee fighters were dumbfounded, some of the tourists had already pulled out their mobile phones and were broadcasting live:

At this moment, the whole network has seen the latest developments in the cemetery, and there are even media reporters who rushed over from outside.

[Awesome!He Shen developed a new card again? 】

[Jiang Wu was rescued ah ah ah]

[Who is this old lady, she looks... so weird]

[He Shen, why are you eating? What do you eat that doesn't taste good on other people's feet? Don't you want to lose face... 】

[Pfft... what is He Shen doing? 】

People on the Internet don't know the truth, and their mentality is much more relaxed. There are even some people whose news channels are extremely narrow and have hardly heard of He Yan: "He Yan? He always shoots what he does, isn't he an e-sports guy? "

Gaming!

For a long time before that, in everyone's consciousness, no matter how well a game is played, no matter how famous the game is, even if it enters the interstellar communication competition and has a great impact, in everyone's mind, it is just a game.

There is no authenticity!

No matter how fast the hand is, no matter how good the cards are, no matter how strong the hole cards are, they are all just illusions.

Many people can't change their minds. Even if they already know that the current card game is related to the survival of human beings, they still can't experience that feeling personally for the time being.

That's why... Seeing the image of He Yan appearing in mid-air, with half of the old lady's foot in his mouth, everyone's first reaction was ridiculous:

He Yan deserves to be the one who has the least burden of being an idol, and doesn't pay attention to his image at all.

But gradually... the smiles on some people's faces disappeared.

"He god he..."

"It seems to be desperate."

See it.

Those who can access the Internet and pay close attention to He Yan are all in their teens and 20s. After living for so many years, no one is a fool, and it is easy to see something.

The old lady on the rim of the pot was black all over, it was really black, as if she hadn't bathed for hundreds of years, she was so black that it was shiny, one could feel that the old woman stinks to the heavens at a glance.

Who can take a bite out of a normal person?

Not to mention biting the old lady's feet, it's not a question of whether to give up or not, it's not a question of face, it's just disgusting!

Can't He Yan see it?

Of course I can see it!

He is not blind, but he still bites hard, without any hesitation, and even refuses to let go.

[He Yan...why are you working so hard? 】

[He has everything now, house, money, status, fame, what ordinary people pursue, he can get it with his hands, but he still has to go all out, go to dangerous places, others dare not go, he goes!What others dare not touch, he touches!Even if the head is bleeding, even if it is the foot of the old lady, he is willing to bite like crazy, why is he? 】

"Are you crazy?!" At this time, the cook was so shocked that his face was distorted. She had seen starvation everywhere during the war years, and she had also seen food for one bite, but it was the first time that she saw someone who was right. She was stunned and stupefied when she was gnawed by a living person: "You, are you? Are you hungry?!"

"Ah, get out!"

"Help, someone is going to eat people—" the cook grabbed the ground with his head, tears streaming down his face.

"forgive me……"

"I am Zenzu, I can make the most delicious food, please let me go! I can trap whatever you want!"

He Yan didn't say a word, his gums were already bleeding.

Memories alternated between reality and memories, as if he had returned to many years ago, and it was the first time he discovered that he could eat spirits that others could not see and touch.

At that time, he was squatting in the cave when he was little, with only a small paw and a mouth full of hair left in his hand. When the master saw him, the first thing he saw was not the exhaustion of his body after fighting the mink. It's the large piece of spiritual blood on his sleeve—yes, the spirit is immortal, but it can be eaten by him, and it will bleed, bleeding like a human.

At that time, the master warned him in horror that the spirit is the most filthy thing, and if you eat too much, you will die.

That night, he saw Master feeding himself the water that had been secretly medicated, and then he suffered from diarrhea for three days, almost dying.

Later, when he ate the spirit again, even if he accidentally bit into it, his stomach would still hurt like a roll.

So since he entered Interstellar, even if he could eat spirits to solve some problems, he never ate them.

Even selective forgetting, until today——

"It smells so good, it smells so good!"

He Yan's stomach was churning, his intestines were knotted like cramps, and they were tightly pulled together.

He swallowed the cook with a big gulp, and swallowed it together with the tears that flowed out physiologically, eating while crying, his nose was bubbling from crying, and drops of black blood flowed from his mouth.

It's just the most filthy thing, even if it's the sewage from the stinky ditch, He Yan can't break his heart, he can swallow it.

Jiang Wu, she is so delicious, so fragrant... woo woo woo, this is the most delicious thing, I am so energetic, I can eat her whole.

You can definitely survive... At the same time, the image of He Yan eating the cook was circulated all over the Internet. Even if most people knew it, it might not be a human being, but a spirit.

But after all, spirits are in the form of human beings. At this moment, He Yan suddenly became abnormal in everyone's hearts.

Biting someone's foot, everyone can still watch the fun.

You can eat the cook's whole leg and half of his body.

After watching it, I felt something was wrong.

Isn't this... cannibalism?

Even eating an animal alive would feel cruel, let alone an old lady.

[He is a little scary. 】

[It is undeniable that the current pressure has made him go crazy, but... there must be a bottom line. 】

[He is a public figure, leaving such an image will have a negative impact! 】

In the first light of the day, the cook screamed until midnight and disappeared into the air. Along with him, a small iron pot, Jiang Wu, who was burned half of his body, and He Yan, who was exhausted and tear-stained, fell together.

He was carried on the stretcher obediently and quietly. His chubby body was covered with dust, his face was covered with black blood, and the crowd of tourists and reporters all stopped and shrank.

He Yan...is no longer their idol.