Chapter 106 Ghost Painting: Master of Wuxin Nunnery
Another random scene.
After hearing the prompt in his ears, Huang Feng's expression suddenly became solemn. After teaming up with Long Feiyu and Chu Yan'er to enter the virtual arena, he encountered a total of ten random scenes.
Record: seven wins and three losses.
"Did they really separate us again?"
After waiting for a moment and not seeing Long Feiyu and Chu Yan'er, Huang Feng muttered to himself: "Ghost painting, I don't know what kind of weird event it is."
In the virtual arena, time flows at a different speed than in the outside world. Usually one hour in the real world is equivalent to 24 hours in the virtual arena.
And each time you enter the virtual arena, you can consume up to four hours of real time.
Converted to in the scene.
Four days!
It's time for the three of them to clean up the ghost painting scene.
"Let's see who of us gets it done first this time."
Taking out the [ink], Huang Feng looked around.
At this time, he was at the foot of a mountain. In front of him, a road paved with stone steps led directly to the mist-shrouded mountain peak.
Huang Feng stepped on the moss-covered stone steps and his body swayed slightly. Fortunately, his balance was very strong and he stabilized his body.
"Hush!"
Exhaling gently, Huang Feng lowered his head and frowned slightly: "Are we going to face the weirdness from the beginning?"
At Huang Feng's feet, a golden halo spread out, and his body exuded a faint spiritual pressure, which forcibly dispelled and shattered the strange black moss that appeared on the steps after he stepped on it.
His spiritual sense unfolded and a ten-mile radius was incorporated into his consciousness. Huang Feng did not notice anything strange.
"Is it on the mountain peak?"
Raising his head, Huang Feng's eyes were full of solemnity. Being able to affect him from such a distance shows that the weirdness on the mountain peak is not ordinary weirdness, at least it is diamond level or above.
"It's not like I don't have the power to backhand."
From the fifth-level gold level to the current first-level gold level, Huang Feng's increase was not just the change in spiritual pressure, it was his biggest reliance.
It’s [ink]!
[Ink], which has been strengthened three times, can fuse four Zanpakutō. Because his luck has been a bit bad recently, Huang Feng still only has two Zanpakutō.
"Killing a Gold-level Weird can get you an upper limit of 99,000 killing points. If it's a Diamond-level Weird, the lower limit is also 100,000, which is enough to exchange for a gold treasure chest."
"However, judging from the golden treasure chests opened several times before, it is difficult to open a Zanpakutō. No, maybe the system rules will not allow a second Zanpakutō to appear in the same treasure chest."
"Be conservative, accumulate the kill value to one million, and try to exchange it for a diamond treasure chest."
Huang Feng closed the attribute panel in front of him and started again. He wanted to go to the mountain peak to kill Weird.
…
Three days, three whole days, Huangfeng was still climbing.
"Is this mountain reaching the sky?"
Looking at the stone steps extending out of the clouds and mist, Huang Feng couldn't help but sigh.
He had been walking for three consecutive days and he still hadn't seen anything strange.
"What torture!"
It seemed that after a quick glance behind him, as expected by Huang Feng, all the stone steps he walked had completely disappeared.
He discovered this on the first day, and since he could fly in the air, he wanted to try flying back.
But what surprised him was that he couldn't fly back at all. He even stepped on a stone step with one foot and tried to pull back the front foot. There was a mysterious power and rules that made it possible for people who stepped on the stone steps to
You can only move forward, not backward.
There are no enemies and no other scenery. In front of Huang Feng's eyes, there are only stone steps that are constantly exposed from the clouds and mist.
"call!"
Taking a deep breath, Huang Feng looked ahead and continued to climb up.
"I still don't believe it, I can't get to the end."
As he said this, Huang Feng actually had no hope of clearing the level this time.
Random scenes like this have weird rules. If it is set to be impossible to pass, it will only be possible to pass the level unless the power is several times greater than the realm of the person who arranged the scene.
"I don't know what happened to the two of them."
Huang Feng was thinking in his heart as he walked.
kindness?
Just when he was distracted, his feet that were mechanically moving forward suddenly stopped.
There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart. When Huang Feng saw the scene in front of him, a hint of joy instantly appeared on his face.
Damn it!
Subconsciously shouting a cheer, Huang Feng looked not far ahead and saw a temple appear in the clouds and mist that suddenly disappeared.
"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and in the temple there was..."
A certain old-fashioned plot suddenly jumped out of Huang Feng's mind, and his eyes shone with thought.
The [Ink] that was put into the space was taken out by Huang Feng. Holding the handle of the knife, Huang Feng walked towards the temple.
From the outside, the temple looks like an ordinary temple. There is no weirdness at all, but it is full of a peaceful atmosphere.
But in Huang Feng's opinion, it is very abnormal to not have any weirdness at all. Let's not mention the three days of mountain climbing. The temple is just part of the scene. Without any weirdness, it is a bit too fake.
"It's a nunnery."
Just after entering the temple, Huang Feng made a preliminary judgment when he saw the robes placed on the clothes-drying pole in the corner of the wall.
When we walked into the inner hall, there were no furnishings.
Only on the ground were two woven futons.
Sitting on one of the futons was a nun wearing white sea blue.
Haiqing has a wide waist and wide sleeves, a round collar and a square lapel. Wearing it on the nun's body, it exudes a peaceful atmosphere.
She sat there cross-legged, with her eyes slightly closed, silently and rhythmically tapping something in front of her.
When Huang Feng looked at what she was knocking, his pupils could not help but shrink tightly.
The thing placed on the ground in front of the nun was a bloody head.
The owner of the head looked like a man, with a rough face and distorted facial features. He must have been subjected to extremely horrific torture before death.
The nun was holding a bull's spine in her hand, and every time she hit her head, some blood would splash out, creating blooming blood flowers on her white robe.
The top of the head was already a mass of flesh and blood, with white bones exposed, shining with a solemn light under the illumination of the oil lamp.
The nun had already heard the sound of Huang Feng's arrival, but she didn't make any move and kept tapping her head.
Bang...bang bang...bang...bang bang...
Holding the [Ink] in her hand tightly, although she could not feel any strangeness from the nun's body, judging from her behavior of banging her head, it was definitely not a good thing.
The golden halo under his feet was slowly flowing, the spiritual pressure on Huang Feng's body was emitting, and the air in the entire room suddenly became solemn.
"sit!"
Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded in the room.
Huang Feng was startled. He kept staring at the nun. She didn't speak at all just now, but her voice came out.
D?
still……
Without moving, Huang Feng looked at the nun quietly. He wanted to know what would happen if he didn't sit down.
As a result, of course, nothing happened.
The nun was still tapping her head with the same rhythm just now, making a "bang bang" sound.
But after a few seconds, Huang Feng's expression changed slightly.
Because as the nun tapped, a strange smell appeared in the room. In his spiritual pressure, this subtle change, although very light, was almost undetectable.
Huang Feng still feels it.
However, he made no move and continued to look at the nun quietly. The subtle aura that appeared did not give him any sense of danger.
One second.
One minute.
One hour.
Time passed little by little, but the nun was still banging her head.
Huang Feng felt a little helpless.
"who are you?"
"Click!"
As if waiting for Huang Feng to speak, the nun stopped tapping after he spoke.
"You have good patience."
The nun opened her eyes, and everything inside was clear, as clear as mountain spring water: "My name is Wuxin, and I am the nunnery master of Wuxin nunnery."
With that said, Wu Xin stood up from the futon.
"And I already know the purpose of coming out."
?
There was a big question mark in Huang Feng's heart. He didn't understand why Wu Xin said that.
"It's very confusing, isn't it?"
The corners of Wu Xin's mouth curled up slightly, obviously without any pretense, but those bright red lips still gave people an extremely strong temptation.
As she stood up, the loose Haiqing clothes were worn on her body, but they still could not hide the magnificence of her chest.
"Follow me and you will understand."
After saying that, Wu Xin walked out of the room.
With doubts, Huang Feng followed her.
He wanted to see what answer Wu Xin would give him.