Chapter 17: The earth's veins move abnormally and create illusions
"She is Qian Huogui."
"Three days ago, Qian Huogui assassinated a demon warlord from Dongsheng Continent. The other party's forces offered a high price of one thousand demon sources as a reward for her life."
"These demons are in a group and are looking for her for the bounty. According to the top-secret information they got, Qian Huogui is on this black ship."
"Qian Huogui is a mysterious demon-level assassin who has assassinated warlords from various continents many times. It is rumored that she has some background and is probably from the Army of the Rising Sun in Zhongbo Continent."
"Because Qian Huo Kei possesses ever-changing magical powers and you happened to be wearing a mask, these demons suspected that you were a witch and came to test you. There were four of them in the group, and the remaining two were both
Xuan Mo, one of them is good at pupil magic, and the other is their leader."
Meng Mengda sorted out the black-faced demon's confession one by one, and Zhikari looked at her blankly: "What kind of work do you do in the world where you came from? Do you specialize in interrogating prisoners?"
"Guess?" Mengmengda chuckled softly and laughed for a while. She looked down at the corner in trance, and her long and thin eyelashes seemed to be covered with mist.
The cabin became quiet, and the blood of the corpse slowly melted away, leaving no trace. Only the hull was still shaking, leaning to the left and to the right, like a staggering drunkard.
Zhi Shouzhen hesitated for a while and said in a low voice: "Actually, there is no difference between heaven and earth. Just like the human world and the dream world, they are all about birth, old age, sickness and death, and the law of the jungle eats the strong."
"You really don't know how to comfort people!" Mengmengda turned around and blinked, "There is obviously a big difference. To you, Dimengdao is just a hunting ground for plundering resources and skills.
The creatures here are just insignificant Annapixi. Whether they are good or bad, alive or dead, you don't care. But the world is different. The mission of Zhishi, your teacher Qingfeng
, dead Lao Ma, Ge Shuye, Fat Hu, Xie Yongxu or more friends... Even Bailing Mountain, which was destroyed by your own hands, is unique and irreplaceable."
"What is Anapixil?"
"Hehe, this is a long story, you won't understand." Mengmengda rubbed her face hard, as if she wanted to crush everything at once. She changed the subject and said, "We and these few
The devil did something inexplicable, and ended up taking advantage of Qian Huogui. But..."
"Qian-huo-Gui-" she said in a long voice, every word, "Gui is a bitch!"
"If you encounter soil, you won't let go..." Zhikarizhen was moved. Does the evil doll imply that the only way to survive is to hold on to Qian Huogui's thigh? The Rising Sun Army of Zhongbo Continent is not a warlord, but a warlord.
A resistance force formed spontaneously by some oppressed demons is equivalent to rebellious civilians. They fight against the tyranny of warlords, frequently cause turmoil, and vow to change the demon prison world. They are regarded as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh by warlords from all continents.
"Then find Qian Huogui first." Zhikarizhen said thoughtfully. In the memory of the demon body, all the Rising Sun Army are lunatics who are desperate for their lives. If you get involved with them, there will be endless troubles in the future.
Fortunately, he is just a passer-by in the Demon Prison Realm, so he can take advantage of the situation. At worst, after escaping this disaster, he will find a way to kill Qian Huogui and avoid future troubles.
The body of the black-faced demon has melted, leaving a crystal ship ticket and a small gray skin bag on the ground. Mengmeng grabbed the skin bag and shook it, and there was a rolling sound of the magic source inside.
"We'd better kill the two remaining Xuan-level demons together, so that we can catch up with Qian Huogui and make a fortune at the same time." Meng Mengda threw the skin bag to Shikari Makoto.
Suddenly, the cabin shook, and an invisible wind suddenly rose up. Zhikarizhen felt his heart tremble, the pores all over his body trembled involuntarily, and the skin bag he had just received dropped to the ground.
The room was sealed on all sides, and I didn't know where the wind was blowing from. It made people panic inexplicably. The dark wind flowed silently around the surroundings, and floated to the ceiling above.
Zhikarizhen suddenly raised his head, and at some point, there was a strange creature lying above his head. Its body was lying down, its long snake-like back pressed against the ceiling, and a human face was embedded in its exposed spotted belly. It was strange.
Staring at Zhikarizhen without saying a word.
The two sides looked at each other, and Zhikarizhen took a step back to distance himself from the other party.
"How did it get in?" Mengmengda lost her voice.
The creature kept staring at Zhikarizhen without making any move. The human face twisted a little bit and became more and more like Zhikarizhen's face.
Zhikarizhen violently activated his demonic energy, kicked off his feet, and lifted up high, grabbing the opponent's abdomen with his ten fingers like hooks.
Just as the tip of its claws was about to touch the opponent, it suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared. The gust of wind also dissipated without a trace, and dust fell from the ceiling.
Zhikari Zhen dodged, and the color of the dust turned slightly white, exuding a stale smell of years. Zhikari Zhen stretched out his hand and twisted it, and the dust tentacles were cold and biting, like densely packed small insects, moving around with movements that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
His fingertips kept squirming.
The next moment, the dust spread at an alarming speed, covering his palms in an instant, covering his demonic body, and extending to all directions in the cabin, as if insects were breeding crazily.
"The ship is broken!" "It's over now, we're all going to die!" "Leave this level!" "Damn the ship owner, I'm going to kill him!"
On the deck, many demons burst out with frightened and angry roars. The portholes vibrated endlessly, and cracks opened one after another, covering the field of vision like twisted lightning, shining with sharp edges.
The blue-black veins were like an overwhelming giant palm, suddenly wrapping around the hull, and a suffocating undercurrent passed through the cracks in the portholes and seeped in violently, like filthy mud.
"Dear guests, please do not panic, this is..." Li Zhu shouted loudly, but before he could finish his sentence, a porthole next to him burst into pieces, and the fragments flew everywhere. The demons saw the undercurrent rushing like a flood from a sluice gate.
When they came in, they were so frightened that they ran away in all directions. Some demons stood still, as if they had suddenly lost their souls, with dull expressions on their faces.
"This is an illusion! All you need to do is ignore it, and the illusion will disappear on its own!" Li Zhu's voice just finished, and a demon was swept away by the rapid undercurrent and disappeared deep into the earth's veins in an instant.
"This is not a fucking illusion!" A demon with a painted face roared desperately, "The black ship wants to mess with us!" He staggered and fled to the cabin, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and a strange figure stood opposite, with skin all over his body covered in ulcers, revealing a
A horrible black-red flesh hole, covered with sticky granulations, with pus constantly flowing out of the flesh hole.
The painted-faced demon glanced at himself subconsciously. Wherever he looked, a piece of ulcerated skin appeared strangely on his arm, slowly sinking inward, forming a black-red flesh hole, like a small wriggling mouth, flashing