Old-time musicians

"Big, big difference."

Lieutenant Andrew's voice was shaking violently.

Perhaps because soldiers are among the people with the strongest willpower, or perhaps because they are afraid of being completely defeated in the "competition" and having more skin peeled off, Andrew still did not dare to stop, panting in cold sweat and tensing his armpits, continue to

"The hustle and bustle of the world has no trace here."

Unfortunately, he seemed unable to reverse the situation in the "competition".

"Tsk-"

The left leg suffered the same treatment.

"I, we live in harmony and tranquility, live like angels, and spend happy times."

Andrew's right arm was also torn into a torn bag.

"We were jumping and dancing! We were singing and dancing! And Saint Sebastian was watching us from heaven!!!"

Between the sacred syllables being slandered and blasphemy, and the smell of blood permeating the air, the distorted and painful song "Heaven is Filled with Violins" can no longer go on.

The singing just stopped.

"Ahhhh!!!"

This time, the official face is still vaguely visible!

Finally, after the previous skinned Ivan expired, there was another mass of screaming and squirming flesh on the ground.

After Boles "disappeared", Jacob was deformed, and Ivan was skinned, the life of the fourth team member also entered a painful countdown.

Followed by Durk and Alpha.

The two men were holding a trumpet and a harmonica respectively, and stood next to the boulder as if facing a formidable enemy.

The blowing sounds sounded one after another, with completely different timbres and music, without any harmony at all.

And Fanning realized that the two people's instruments seemed to have been swapped. Originally, Durk liked to play the harmonica, and Alpha once served as the trumpet player in the military band.

Then, he realized that there were more than just these two people. In fact, the boundaries of the team members' characteristics and expertise seemed to have been blurred and mixed very early. The sergeants were promoted to knowledgeable people, and they studied the secret doctrines of the Divine Advent Society, and the priesthood. The men hunted, cooked, and mastered mechanical engineering skills

Durk and Alpha, who were playing on the boulder plane, were soon peeled off with bloody skin amidst howls.

"Damn it." Tukweil rushed forward, "It's my turn. No matter what, I have to win this competition. The lighthouse must be nearby, and the theme of God must be nearby."

"Win this contest, I'll peel off your skin. Win this contest, I'll peel off your skin."

The bishop kicked away the laurel leaf wreath on the small stone, sat on it, and started playing to the big stone stained black with blood as if he were playing a piano.

What’s even weirder is that it actually made the sound of a piano tinkling.

Fan Ning's whole body trembled, and he once again felt the cold gazes from all around him.

This made his whole body tremble as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, but his spiritual sense still found nothing substantial.

Concert competition? The gaze of witnesses? The loser gets skinned? The ritual of the "Split Chrysalis"? Sharing flesh and blood? Rainforest collapse? Are the crows flying west? The colorful, blooming pollen and spores you see along the way? Fan Ning tried his best to calm down and stood there with clenched fists.

Why are they all secret histories related to some Lords of Witness? For example, the origin of the God of Origin, the Second War of Persuasion, or the incident of the "Fountain in the Painting" contaminating the alchemist?

Could this be the "secret history turbulence" in the abnormal area that the Pope and the saints mentioned before, which the order enforcers dare not easily break into?

But why do these seem to be just secret histories after the New Calendar?

"Ha, I won!"

The flowing piano sound came to an end, and Tukweil suddenly laughed twice in relief.

"Lavoisier, we're going to find the lighthouse right away."

"Before that, let me skin them first. When the team members see it, they will feel better."

Tukweil's hands glowed with golden light, and he grabbed hard at the big stone in front of him.

Dust particles flew into the air, and a tooth-grinding sound was heard.

“They could have seen the lighthouse too!”

At first, he peeled off a few fragments of the shallow stone like foam, but soon, his fingers began to ulcerate, his fingernails rolled up in a bloody mess, and blood stains began to appear on the pitted stones. .

"Lavoisier, you go find the lighthouse first, these guys' skin is too tough!"

Tukweil's mental state became more and more excited, his face turned sickly red, and he changed from scratching with his hands to using his hands and feet together.

At a certain moment, his whole body went stiff and he fell directly to the rotten gravel road, becoming a fresh corpse.

The clothes all over his body were naturally covered with dust. The cold wind blew by, and his coat rolled up his ferocious face. His body began to wither at a speed that was visible to the naked eye but at a very small rate, and the ten fingers on both arms were all chaotically pointing towards Stiff and stretched in all directions.

"This body"

Seeing this, Fan Ning suddenly turned around as he thought of something.

The clouds and fog were moving faster, and the sky began to gradually darken again. The dilapidated barracks disappeared and were replaced by an open field in the twilight. The plant characteristics visible all around had been mixed and grafted together, and they no longer had ordinary population types. Recognition.

Next to him, the trunk of a towering banyan tree was covered with a thick layer of moss of various colors, but hanging down was a thick green leaf shaped like a banana.

"Macias was skinned because he failed in the concert competition, and then the leaves of the 'Qingkou Tree' were covered on him? It became a bandage?"

"The mirror image of the secret history is reproduced in a dislocated and deformed way. Everyone involved will follow the distorted script, first acting, and then "becoming". But the scholar who knows all the history chooses to end with a tribute. Is there a possibility of resuscitation?"

Fanning called on the invisible force in succession, picked off several green "banana leaves", and then controlled them to cover Ivan, Alpha and Andrew's muscles and bloody bodies one by one.

"But, the original Boles and Jacob yesterday, these two team members did not die from skinning, and Tukwell's situation was not that he was "skinned" by himself."

Staring at Tukwell's body on the rotten stone road, Fanning was a little unsure.

The sky darkened again. Considering that it was still sunny at 0 o'clock before, this was abnormal, but considering that it was only a little after 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, it seemed to have returned to normal.

Anyway, there are enough leaves next to it. Fanning thought for a while and decided to roll it up first.

"Boom boom boom--"

Just then, the sound of the engine suddenly came from my ear.

In the black fog in the distance, several beams of white light from car lights suddenly burst out!