The long-lost pain of death made Mr. Zheng lie down on the imperial chair, straighten his back and curl his toes.
He opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily.
"call!"
"call!"
"call!"
Not to mention the pain of suffocation and the pain of having your neck broken, they are just average.
What makes Mr. Zheng most uncomfortable is that before he died, the huge figure of the strong man, the weird laughter, and the crazy red eyes allowed Zheng Xiu to experience first-hand what a horror story is from a first-person perspective.
The master has not been able to recover for a long time.
Those terrifying eyes seemed to be burned into Mr. Zheng's memory, floating in front of his eyes as soon as he closed his eyes, lingering.
Zheng Xiu, who was still frightened, once again entered the prison of his heart.
Let’s not think about our last death experience for now.
Zheng Xiu remembered that before his death, his dice made a passive judgment.
The incarnation [Zheng Shan] is still standing quietly on the table.
What has changed is that there is a faint black line above the head of the avatar, extending outward and connected to the ghost [White Carp Village·Act 2].
Check the avatar properties again.
Zheng Xiu was shocked.
In the [Will] column of the incarnation, there is an additional line of blood-red small words.
…
[Will (pollution)] Thirty-one (thirty-two) (loyal and strong, as solid as a rock)
…
Master Zheng is contaminated!
He is not clean anymore!
He stared blankly at the line of [will] that had been forcibly reduced a little.
Mr. Zheng has never been able to understand the reason for this very high attribute at the beginning. He occasionally goes up, but he doesn't trust it.
As soon as this "pollution" came out, Zheng Xiu finally understood the use of the [Will] attribute.
only…
"Is that so tough?" Mr. Zheng was stunned.
I once again doubted whether the village was in Daqian.
Isn’t this an ordinary parallel time and space without demons?
Twenty years ago?
Zheng Xiu was dubious.
He always felt that the painting style was wrong.
"Could this be the reason why the bandits dare not get involved in this village?"
Mr. Zheng still found it unbelievable that everything he was experiencing in the ghost world really happened twenty years ago.
He would rather believe that this is the "Phantom of Memory" after the magic transformation, and now let him come and break it.
Putting aside distracting thoughts for the time being, no matter what the truth of the matter was, Zheng Xiu decided to concentrate on attacking the ghosts first.
Things are gradually becoming clearer.
Clear the ghost monster, gain benefits, transform into a projection, and become stronger and stronger.
Then clear the new ghost monster.
This is the virtuous cycle of the [Prisoner] portal.
This is Master Zheng’s path of “cultivation”!
Zheng Xiu glanced at the moonlight. The night was light blue, the stars were dim, and it was almost dawn.
But he was not in a hurry to pass through Guixi and then enter Baili Village. Zheng Xiu put on the bandit sword and sprinted at a speed of 100 meters to run around the village and explore the terrain again.
Soon Wang Cangyun followed the sound and came to kill him.
From a distance, Zheng Xiu observed Commander Wang's movements.
These days, Zheng Xiu focuses on improving [Provocation]. Other attributes have also been improved, but they are far less convenient and faster than [Provocation].
The "Late Night Butcher" appeared, but he died in a hurry and made Zheng Xiu realize that he could not defeat him.
After learning from the painful experience, Mr. Zheng decided to continue to squeeze the remaining value of Commander Wang.
This time he really went all out.
If you can't beat it, keep practicing.
Whether it hurts or not, let’s talk.
If you want to see a rainbow, how can you go through wind and rain?
The sword glowed like lightning, and Commander Wang struck with one move.
Zheng Xiu raised his sword, his movements a bit unfamiliar and clumsy.
But it was this layman's sword technique that placed the sword across the path of Commander Wang's sword in advance, blocking every move.
[Through your unremitting efforts, you blocked the killing sword of the imperial guard Wang Tong, and your physical strength has been slightly improved.]
[You tried to dodge the famous stunt "Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes" led by the sword-wielding guard Wang Tong in front of him, but failed to dodge and gained little experience in footwork. 】
[The arm was cut off by Commander Wang's "Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes", and you fell into "bleeding".]
[You are forced to endure the "bleeding" state. During the continuous bleeding, your physique has been slightly improved. 】
[You, who are enduring pain, are already strong-willed, and the experience of your will is almost nothing.]
Mr. Zheng also used these attributes before.
But almost all of them are "meager", the improvement is too slow, and it hurts. Mr. Zheng simply chose the most comfortable speed brushing method.
Now, Mr. Zheng decided to force himself and use his professional instinct as a businessman to pluck out all the wool from Wang Cangyun's body.
Work hard! Strive! Fight hard!
Zheng Xiu allowed his broken arm to bleed without covering it, his eyes were cold.
This decisive gesture made Wang Cangyun's brows jump, secretly thinking that this time he met a tough guy.
"Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes?"
Zheng Xiu drank coldly.
Wang Cangyun sneered and refused to answer or ask questions, his murderous intention rising.
[Through your rich knowledge, you recognized the famous stunt of Wang Cangyun, the imperial sword guard, and gained more experience in your knowledge.]
Ah, is this also okay?
Master Zheng opened his eyes.
The pattern opens.
[You were chopped into nineteen pieces by the angry Wang Cangyun.]
【die.】
…
Not long ago.
The imperial city is as lively as ever.
The streets are bustling with people, and whistles are coming and going.
In the alley, the flower girl sits at sunrise, while the street vendors take their rest at sunset.
Night falls, the moon is clear and the wind is cold.
The evening breeze blew, and the clouds quietly covered the moon.
"It's been a month of dark and windy nights. It's time to go out and do good deeds."
In the courtyard of an ordinary house in the south of the city, a rickshaw was leaning against the wall. Qing Shisan was sitting on a wooden pier with his legs crossed, smoking a dry cigarette and looking up with emotion.
After twitching for a while, Qing Shisan suddenly raised his nose, looked at the eaves, and grinned.
"Sister Hong Ou, you came right here. Why are you sitting on my roof? Are you afraid that your men will see you and mistakenly think you went out to steal a man in the middle of the night? I won't suffer this crime when I celebrate my thirteenth birthday."
Qing Shisan looked up and saw a beautiful woman in ordinary clothes with her hair tied up in a bun sitting quietly on the roof.
Although no makeup was applied, the beautiful woman's skin seemed to be glowing under the dim light, as if she had been twenty years old, both tender and white.
After not seeing each other for many years, Qing Shisan thought it was ridiculous. He had known this Hong Lotus for more than ten years. She looked like this ten years ago, and she still looks like this ten years later. But then he thought about how thin her man was.
Qing Shisan understood the unbearable posture in his heart.
The beautiful woman known as "Red Lotus Root" fell to the ground silently like a cat. She covered her mouth and smiled softly: "It doesn't matter, I knocked out my wife before going out. She may not be able to get out of bed at noon tomorrow."
"Then..." Qing Shisan's eyes lit up.
"That's what! Now I'm a serious woman. Tell me again, I asked myself that my concealment skills have not deteriorated. How did you find out about it, Old Ghost Qing?"
"If you smell the 'fragrant' smell on your body, it's almost worse than my dry cigarette."
After smelling the red lotus root, she suddenly realized that it was the unique incense she used to stun her husband.
"You have to climb the wall if you can't get in? What if Qing gets nervous at some point and hits him, wouldn't it hurt his feelings?"
Hong Ou shook her head and sneered: "It's been too long since I've been in this business. Let's go up to the roof to get a feel for it. Besides, we're doing dirty work, so there's no reason to enter through the front door?"
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
As soon as Hong Ou finished speaking and Qing Shisan was about to say something reasonable, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Qing Shisan and Hong Lotus looked at each other, and it turned out that they both subconsciously put their hands into their arms.
Qing Shisan shook his head slightly and opened the door a crack.
boom!
A tall, tough man pushed the door open with too much force, knocking Qing Shisan back a few steps.
The visitor was more than seven feet tall, with a heavy back, a greasy apron around his waist, and a thick beard, but there was no grass on his head, as if his hair had grown in the wrong field.
As he barged in, the fierce man muttered, nodded and bowed, apologizing repeatedly.
"No wonder, no wonder! I had just finished dinner, and the silly baby at home kept crying and moaning. The stinky bitch refused to let me go out. She said she wanted me to put the baby to sleep, and even made me cry and make trouble. Now that I'm hanging myself, I'll tell you that I'm going to bet on the treasure trove today to make some money, and I'll have to make all the ladies moan and groan before I can believe it... eh? You guys are watching me do it like this. What?"