"So big!"
Li Yao sighed at the "Tianma Lake International Convention and Exhibition Center".
This convention and exhibition center is located in a new development zone in Jiangnan City.
It is large in scale and majestic.
Several gleaming silver buildings and strange-shaped buildings give people the feeling of traveling into the future.
Even though the main venue is as big as several football fields, today's convention and exhibition center is still packed with animation enthusiasts and related manufacturers' staff from all over the country and even the world.
Everywhere you look, there are fans of animation and fantasy culture dressed in fancy clothes.
Like Yu Xin, they wear colorful fancy clothes, or dress up as powerful magicians; or dress up as spooky vampires; Or dress up as a gorgeous and charming banshee; or dress up as a steel-framed robot armed to the teeth; of course, there are also the sword fairies with local characteristics, flowing white robes, and fairy-like demeanor.
Some people walked around arrogantly, as if no one was watching, showing off their exquisite homemade costumes, and some even choreographed short plays with plots, attracting a large number of spectators to watch.
It was a like-minded and happy scene.
Li Yao even saw a black man The young man is wearing a homemade "battle armor", and his palms and back will sparkle and "chichi" smoke!
As an ordinary young man of the times, Li Yao has of course been exposed to fantasy entertainment products such as animations, online novels, and science fiction movies.
He has no resistance to it, but he has been entangled in strange dreams in the past and spent most of his time sleeping.
Or daydreaming, not as addicted as Yu Xin and Zhao Kai.
When I came to the animation festival today, my emotions were infected by so many fans, and I also became interested, but I was carrying a plastic inflatable, known as "Haotian's "Sword" props, look here and there, they are quite new.
"Wow, it's so big!"
Yu Xin was also beside him, drooling and looking around with lewd eyes, "Look over there, look over there, that hammer is so white!
No, I mean, those pair of swords are so round!
No , Oops, you’ll know just by looking at it, I really want to die in it!”
Li Yao was a little speechless and said, "By the way, why do we have to stand in this place?
This seems to be the door of the toilet?"
"You don't understand this.
We are here to see the young lady, but everyone is dressed up in such a flashy way that even if they don't take off their pants, do you know who is the young lady and who is the cross-dressing boss?
What if you are facing a certain succubus or The banshee drooled for a long time, but when you needed to urinate, you found that someone had entered the men's room with you, and the guy took out something bigger than you.
Wouldn't you say it was embarrassing?
" Yu Xin said, "So, of course, I have to stand at the door of the toilet first and figure out which young ladies are the real young ladies.
It will be easier to start later...
Don't look at me like this.
What I mean is to go up and take a photo with them."
Just give it a try and leave a phone number and WeChat message, that’s fine!”
"Um."
Li Yao watched absentmindedly.
Suddenly, his eyes froze and he poked Yu Xin, "There seems to be some kind of musical being performed on the booth over there.
Do you know what it is?"
"Where where?"
Yu Xin narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while, then said, "Oh, it's "The Legend of Super Cultivation".
It's a very popular online novel.
It seems to have been adapted into comics and games recently.
The game manufacturer wants to use the animation festival as a platform to first In order to advertise, not only have musicals and imitation shows been arranged, but the author of the novel will also be present in person to sign autographs and sell books.
He is a legendary online literary master.
If he can get autographs back, Zhao Kai will definitely like it. " ""Legend of Super Cultivation"?"
Li Yao subconsciously pressed his temples, feeling his head begin to hurt again.
"Yeah, haven't you seen it?
It's about Sword Immortal, Cultivator, Demon Realm, Demon Realm, etc.
I've watched half of it, and it's pretty good."
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Yu Xin said, "I have to ask Zhao Kai if I want to bring him a signed book back.
Hey, let him take care of my breakfast for a month!"
"Cultivator..."
Li Yao stared at the girls who were wearing the same clothes and not wearing the same clothes singing and dancing on the booth.
There were also various sound and light effects to create a scene of flying swords and mysterious lights.
For a moment, he felt that the scene in front of him was blurred again, and another scene was blurred.
A distant world becomes increasingly clear.
At this moment, there was a commotion all around.
Many animation enthusiasts and COSER took out their mobile phones, lowered their heads to check, and started talking about it.
Yu Xin just took out his mobile phone and was about to contact his roommate.
When he saw a message popping up, he was stunned and couldn't believe it: "Gilson is dead?
No way!"
"Which Gilson?"
Monk Li Yaozhang was confused.
"That's Gilson, who is known as 'The Butcher'.
He is the author of "Blood and Sand".
He is a famous writer of serious fantasy literature all over the world.
He is a true master.
He is ruthless and shows no mercy to his characters.
He will kill anyone he says.
Famous, don’t you know?”
Yu Xin said, "The name of the novel is "Blood and Sand", and later it was adapted into a TV series called "Song of the Abyss."
It has become very popular in the past two years, and many people are following it.
If you haven't read the novel, you should also glance at the TV series.
Bar?"
"When you said that, I remembered that I had watched a few episodes of "Song of the Abyss", but I didn't know that the original was called "Blood and Sand", and I didn't expect that Gilson was dead."
Fantasy literature, or all fantasy entertainment works, are still in their buds in China, and have just reached the stage of flowering.
Even if they are world-renowned gods, no one may know them in the society, but this is the animation festival, so big Some tourists and viewers are enthusiasts in related fields, so they naturally reacted strongly to the demise of Beidou, the industry's most powerful mountain.
Li Yao didn't have much reaction to the death of a foreign fantasy writer, but when he saw many people talking about it, he casually said, "What a pity.
How did he die?"
"It seems to be a heart attack.
The old man is not young anymore.
He has grown fat.
He kills and kills in novels all day long.
He kills until rivers of blood and heads roll.
He can't stand the stimulation.
He has a heart attack in the middle of the night.
——It seems like this, the specific news hasn’t come out yet, it’s just hearsay, let me change the website and take a look..."
Yu Xin lowered his head and scrolled through his mobile phone, then switched to a senior enthusiast forum dedicated to discussing fantasy entertainment works.
Suddenly, his fingers and breathing stopped, his pupils shrank to the limit, and his face had a ghostly expression.
"What's wrong?"
Li Yao was startled, "You can't be so affectionate towards this Gilson, right?
I remember that you like reading comics, but you are not particularly keen on reading fantasy novels or watching TV dramas.
Why are you joining in the fun?"
"That's impossible."
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Yu Xin murmured, "Yoshihiro Takaya is also dead?"
"Why?"
Li Yao was confused, "Yoshihiro Takaya... who is it?"
"He is a cartoonist from Fuso.
His masterpiece is called "Forced Hunters".
He has been drawing it intermittently for 20 to 30 years, and has killed many readers.
I started reading it when I was in elementary school.
Now I am about to graduate from college, and I haven't finished it yet.
It’s a long way off—it’s gone forever now.”
Yu Xin quickly scanned his phone, "The news has been confirmed by the Fuso police.
It is not random fake news.
It seems that he was crushed to death by an out-of-control truck when he went out to play mahjong.
His whole body was crushed to pieces and was beyond recognition, especially his hands, which were completely It’s been crushed into meat paste, oh, it’s so miserable!”
Yu Xin sighed and patted his thigh continuously.
It can be seen that for him, a senior animation lover, the death of Fuso cartoonist is obviously more sad than the death of Western fantasy novelist, but Li Yaofeng is not sure whether he is crying or laughing, or whether he is crying or laughing.
It's really strange to lament the demise of a talented cartoonist and still gnash his teeth and say "a good death."
The atmosphere of the animation festival became obviously solemn.
In this era of super-developed information, nothing can stop the rapid flow of news, even if we are far away across the ocean.
Soon, the passing of two masters in different fields, one in the east and the other in the west, but who also brought endless imagination and happiness to people, spread throughout the entire convention and exhibition center.
Although it did not completely extinguish the atmosphere of joy, it at least brought joy to everyone.
Two not-so-easy topics came up.
Calculating the time, it seemed that the two masters passed away at the same time, less than an hour before and after.
I don’t know if this is God’s will, but it is always sad.
Although the mood was a bit low, the series of links that had been prepared for the animation festival could not be postponed.
Soon, with the music and sound and light effects, the atmosphere gradually became warm again.
In the "Super Cultivation Legend" game On the booth, the singing and dancing had just ended.
Amid the screams of hundreds of enthusiastic book fans or official trolls, the original author of the novel came to the front to start an interaction.
"Thank you for your support.
Without you, "Super Cultivation Legend" would not be what it is today.
Thank you very, very much——" The original author of the novel was lively on stage.
Li Yao looked at him from a distance, but an ominous premonition came from the depths of his aching brain.
Crunch, crunch.
He seemed to hear something and saw several loose screws break and come loose one by one.
"No--" Li Yao screamed, but he couldn't stop everything.
He could only watch as a combined headlight weighing hundreds of kilograms fell from the sky above the booth, and hit the original author of the novel who was promoting the game in front of countless people. . … When Li Yao and Yu Xin returned to the dormitory, they were like two hens in a state of distress.
An accident happened at the crowded animation festival.
This was no joke.
The order at that time was in chaos.
Two people had a hard time running out.
Yu Xin even lost one of his shoes, so he had to buy a pair of slippers temporarily.
"People are dead, people are dead, something happened, something happened!"
His interest was not diminished at all, and there was no hint of fright or sadness at all.
Instead, he knocked on the bedrail of the second-in-command in the dormitory, "Zhao Kai," and screamed, "Guess who died, I don't mean Jill."
Mori and Takaya Yoshihiro, I guarantee you won’t be able to guess it!”
"What!"
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Zhao Kai poked his head out from under the quilt and pulled out one of his earplugs.
Although his tone was dissatisfied, there was still a smile on his face, "Don't make trouble, I'm reading a book.
What the hell do you care about me?"
"What book are you so fascinated by?"
Yu Xin screamed, "You didn't know that such a big thing happened?"
"I don't know.
I've been reading a book these past two days.
Hahahaha.
I don't know what this author's stupid mind is thinking.
It's quite interesting.
I really believe him!"
Zhao Kaile said cheerfully, "I really recommend you guys to take a look.
I haven't seen such nonsense in a long time."
"Yeah?"
Yu Xin originally wanted to tell Zhao Kai about the accident at the animation festival, but now he was attracted by Zhao Kai's words and said, "What book, who wrote it, I will read it when I have time."
"It doesn't matter whether you read it or not, but Li Yao must read it.
I guarantee you a big surprise."
Zhao Kai shook his phone at Li Yao and said with a smile, "The book is called "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation".
The author is, oh, he is a newcomer.
His name is quite difficult to pronounce.
What is his name, 'Master Wo Niu'."