"Now we have obtained two strange items, the silver ring and the cold balm. Unfortunately, one is a real rare treasure, and the other is a strange item that looks like a consumable. I don't know which one is more valuable... …”
Yang Yan didn't know what Li Fan was thinking, so she had her own wishful thinking.
"If I choose a silver ring, I can't choose cold balm, but if I choose cold balm, I can't choose a silver ring. Oh, if only I could know their specific functions..."
The oiran contest on the stage soon began again.
As gorgeous as ever.
Exciting as ever.
In the boxes on the other side, in the covered bridge, and in front of the window sill, Wang Jian, Wu Xuan, Lin You and others all have their own thoughts, but they are similar, and they are also looking forward to their own luck.
It's not that they don't want to influence other people's ideas, it's just that there are too many people at the scene, and most of them are demons rather than people. If they run around and move around, it may cause many chain reactions.
Instead of taking unknown risks to fight for rare treasures that you don't know if you can get, it's better to see your luck first.
If that doesn't work, if you really want to seize those rare treasures, you can wait until the show is about to end.
The premise is that the winning demon or stranger can be found among the crowd.
"The lucky spectator of today's fifth game is number ninety-seven! Congratulations!"
Suddenly, a familiar number brought back Li Fan's memories.
"Isn't this the number of Wang Jian and his group?"
"Seems to be!"
Li Chuan and Yang Yan looked at each other, but they were not in a hurry to go over and have a look, but started to discuss.
"After you get out, can you find that person?"
Yang Ju was a little confused: "It's difficult to handle. We don't even know if that group of people are local to the Holy Capital. Besides, we don't even know his name..."
"After the show is over, I will find a way to find him immediately. We will take a look at it then."
Li Fan couldn't tell her that he knew the other person's name was Tang Qiu, so he could only say this vaguely.
"Then let's give it a try. In fact, the Zhenmo Division is also actively recruiting strangers in Caomang Jianghu. If it can be confirmed that they have mastered one or more exotic treasures, there is no need to force them to accept them with official titles and preferential treatment. The same goes for using it for yourself.”
While talking, today's sixth and final oiran contest finally officially started.
The emcee loudly announced the names of the opposing teams.
"In this match, Miss Lian'er from Baihua Tower will face Miss Qiu Ju from Jinfeng Tower!"
"Oh, Miss Lian'er!"
"Qiu Ju, Qiu Ju!"
During the prosperous period of the Qian Dynasty, demons danced wildly.
Everyone in the crowd was in high spirits.
Li Fan and Yang Yan watched the two girls take the stage with pale faces, and secretly sighed in their hearts that Lian'er finally gave in.
But this is not unexpected.
After all, the situation is compelling. As a prostitute in Baihualou, it is very difficult to disobey the wishes of the madam and the boss behind the scenes.
If you might be beaten black and blue if you go on stage, it might be even worse if you don't go on stage.
If not out of desperation, who would be willing to abandon their dignity and face to fight on stage for people to watch?
As expected, Miss Qiu Ju from Jinfeng Tower was not an easy character to deal with. As soon as she came on stage, a fierce attack came upon her, leaving Miss Lian'er unable to parry at all.
Seemingly to ensure the viewing pleasure, no weapons were held in the first round, but Miss Lian'er was still bruised and swollen, and her clothes were torn to pieces.
The white body is dotted with red spots and bruises, which makes it even more exciting in the eyes of the audience.
"Hit her! Beat her! Beat her!"
"Miss Xiang'er, fight back!"
This so-called oiran contest has no real rules. It is just a fight between goblins and some stunts for people to see.
Miss Lian'er was thrown several times and began to escape the battle on the stage. Strictly speaking, she should have lost long ago, but she still had to stay on the stage, covering her body with tears, feeling ashamed, angry, worried, and in endless pain.
Even though he knew that the other party had already become a demon, Li Ao couldn't help but sigh for her fate.
However, as Yang Ju once said, the Strange Realm is simply the reincarnation of hell.
All the sufferings of the past will be staged inside.
The truly cruel torture still comes mercilessly.
In the excited announcement of the master of ceremonies, Miss Qiu Ju received a weapon rewarded by a distinguished guest, a rattan made of a century-old vine.
This thing is extremely tough and will leave blood marks on a rough-skinned man when it is whipped. It is an extremely terrifying torture tool for a delicate woman like Miss Lian'er.
At the beginning of the second round, after just a few moves, she knelt down and covered her face, wailing endlessly.
"Sister Qiu Ju, stop fighting, stop fighting..."
she begged for mercy.
"I beg you, stop fighting!"
In the audience, the acquaintances of the sisters could not help but cry out to each other.
But the money-driven competition will not stop because of compassion, nor will it give up the idea of admitting defeat.
Unless one party falls to the ground.
People's sorrows may not be the same. What's more, many people's happiness is based on the pain of others.
The more pain Lian'er suffered and the more miserable her situation, the louder the audience cheered.
This is their prosperity.
This is their feast.
Miss Qiu Ju lost her mind and seemed to want to take revenge on the other person for all her suffering and sorrow. She whipped him with all her strength until the cane was bleeding and dripping.
Large areas of Miss Lian'er's skin were beaten to pieces. Her whining turned into begging for mercy, and her begging for mercy turned into sobs. After a while, she was taking in less air and outgoing more.
Li Chuan and Yang Ju were quite uncomfortable watching it on the stage, because they suddenly realized that although the scene before them was presented by a strange event in the strange realm, in essence, it was also real. It had happened in the eighteenth century. That scene from years ago!
Because of the fire in Pingkangfang, no one could tell clearly what happened that day, but seeing the scene in front of them, they suddenly realized that the girl Lian'er was probably dead.
Die in this arena in full view of everyone!
"Evil (Lian'er) (appearing)"
"Evil (Lian'er) (has appeared)"
Li Fan looked at the rapidly changing pale handwriting, his expression extremely ugly.
"Sure enough, this Lian'er is the source of evil!"
"But there seems to be more than one source..."
His eyes quickly turned to the other side. After realizing that she had killed someone, the girl Qiu Ju on the stage suddenly turned pale and laughed uncontrollably.
Panting, she finally stopped and suddenly fell silent as if she had lost all hope.
"Evil (Qiu Ju) (appearing)"
"Evil (Qiu Ju) (has appeared)"
Her whole body was suddenly blackened for no reason, and she appeared in a mummy-like demonic state.
