Liu Qingqing's white porcelain hands had covered the cold and hard female puppet, as if she had touched a female corpse frozen in a freezer. The rough wooden texture of the body's contact was reflected in her mind.
But after pausing for a moment, she found that nothing unusual happened.
The danger should still be dormant, is it because the killing rules have not been triggered... Liu Qingqing paid attention to the surroundings of this room, wanting to see if there were any unknown changes in the darkness.
There was a rotten smell on the torn cloth strips on the workbench, and the position of the black dry hair remained unchanged... The room was not tidied up, which was not her habit. Xiao Dong left in a hurry
Ah... Liu Qingqing thought to herself.
She retracted her palm, but the next moment her body seemed to be struck by a thunder, and her whole body was shocked.
At this moment, the red cheongsam Liu Qingqing was wearing looked ancient and gorgeous under the dim light, and the color became richer and richer, as if blood would drip at any time.
Who is Meng Xiaodong? Apart from hearing this name from the conversation between Wu Nai and Zhang Xianguang when she first came to this community, Liu Qingqing was sure that she did not know this woman at all.
These three words are an unfamiliar symbol to her.
But after entering this room and touching the puppet, which was as stiff as a corpse, these three words squirmed and swelled up in her mind like a balloon, and turned into a living woman, residing in her past memory.
He lingers like a life-threatening ghost.
It was an extra memory that appeared out of thin air. This memory originally belonged to another woman, and now it also belongs to her.
It's all because of this puppet. The supernatural has been eroding me for a long time. This is the real horror. I am dying quietly and silently. No wonder Wu Nai calls me a "vessel"... Liu Qingqing's eyes turn to
The puppet in front of me wants to find the pattern of the evil ghost.
Before the [Ghost Post Office] was destroyed, she also experienced many supernatural events as a messenger, and knew that if mortals want to survive such horror, they must find the patterns of action of ghosts.
But the puppet was gone, as if it had never been there.
At this moment, the anxious Liu Qingqing suddenly felt that the whole world centered in Room 301 was trembling slightly, as if some ancient giant was about to wake up from his dream.
After the endless heavy rain outside the door fell from the heart of the sky, each drop slowly floated in the air almost stagnantly, and all the rustling sounds that filled the world were killed at once.
Everyone inside and outside the door fell into a dead silence as if the world had just opened.
Immediately afterwards, a long horse neighing came from the dead silence, and Wu Nai's voice floated in: "Are you waiting to die inside if you don't come out?"
"right away......"
Liu Qingqing shivered on the spot and immediately ran towards the door.
As soon as she started to move, she noticed something was wrong. Originally, she was only left with a piece of human skin, but she was "filled up" at some point.
As the red high heels under her feet hit the ground like raindrops, Liu Qingqing clearly felt the stiffness in her joints, like old wooden parts being forced to operate.
The puppet didn't disappear, it entered my body... Liu Qingqing understood immediately.
She should have felt scared at this time, but the supernatural accumulation in her body had made her lose this ability.
"It turns out it's her. If this person comes back, it's really worth looking forward to..." Zhang Xianguang, standing behind Wu Nai, murmured to himself.
After seeing Liu Qingqing's enchanting and swaying steps running out of the door, his memory seemed to be touched, and a glimmer of understanding flashed across his slightly absent-minded eyes.
"Next, this is my battlefield."
Wu Nai on the other side of the door slowly raised the Spear of Destiny in his hand, and the eight-legged Pegasus [Sleipnir] who sat down snorted, spitting out thunder that turned into dazzling fine particles, like countless stars and suspended
Raindrops intertwined.
This scene was so beautiful that Liu Qingqing, who walked into the heavy rain, was in a daze.
Countless drops of water from the heavy rain were suspended in front of her eyes, like an oil painting written by a master. A ferocious golden pupil opened on the spear of fate, with a "burning" meaning in her sight.
This is simply the arrival of the king from hell. When did the supernatural circle create such a monster? Wait, why is he raising his spear at the empty door... Liu Qingqing, or her body
The part of her that belonged to Zhang Youhong suddenly understood.
This man's supernatural power was more terrifying than she imagined.
He looks like Meng Xiaodong who is hunting for the resurrected evil ghost!
I don't have a trigger medium, so I can't see the real owner of this room.
But this man on horseback doesn't need to.
He was not the same species as him at all. He had understood everything early on. Wu Nai knew exactly what his goal was before coming here.
So he doesn't even need to trigger the medium to bring out the true form of the evil ghost.
That spear symbolizes fate. As long as it is thrown, no matter where the being being targeted is in the end of the world, the outcome is already determined.
Even the immortal ghosts are the same.
This is not a spear at all, this is the god of death itself, the destiny of the universe that is unified like a great convergence.
In this forbidden world, Liu Qingqing suddenly shuddered.
As one of the top seven people in the past era, Meng Xiaodong's supernatural power is undoubtedly terrifying. It is a ghost that can invade infinitely from the past to the present.
Ordinary people simply cannot face it.
Even the "coffin nails" that were almost bugs in the original destiny path and the "hatchet" that Xiao Yang relied on to kill ghosts had no effect in front of this old man.
Time, as the supreme power that permeates all living beings everywhere, was grasped by Meng Xiaodong as the part of the "past".
She can endlessly bring herself from the past to the present, and she can also completely lock a person through her "past self".
Theoretically, she is immortal unless her lifespan ends.
"So...he froze time and imprisoned this ability!!"
Liu Qingqing's eyes widened. It was nothing to briefly freeze time within a certain range and make it stand still. Many ghost realms with powerful ghosts could do this.
But right now, the scope of this man's freezing is too vast.
As far as the eye can see, the gears of time in every corner of the world under the boundless sky are stuck!
And the world has become a little different from before without even realizing it.
Although it is still in Dachuan City, Dachuan City has become an insignificant part.
Crash... The black [World Tree] that spans the sky and the earth is swaying. It distorts illusion and reality, and descends in the center of this giant city, carrying the throne of the nine realms, gathering the "past" and "present"
”, the “future” turned into a moment of eternity, turning the world into magnificent amber.
At the same time, the World Tree, as the ultimate weapon, broke through to an unpredictable place in an instant under Wu Nai's control.
Solidify the "eternal moment" effect.
This is an unreachable place that can only be touched with [skin].
Here the world is dismantled into countless corridor structures, and the unimaginably complex mysteries of time and space are revealed nakedly.
For ordinary ghost masters, even those who have initially mastered the [Restart] ability, time is an axis, and events are arranged sequentially along this axis.
But for Wu Nai, whose skin has been alienated to this extent, yesterday, today, and tomorrow are actually written in a book, but on different pages. From his perspective, these events exist side by side.
Whether those things are revealed depends on which page he turns to in the book first.
The plain white shroud on his body made a hunting sound, and the bloody runes on it seemed to come to life and squirm. Wu Nai looked down at the world with the ability to turn the world, and the spear of fate in his hand also became a judgment.
Therefore, the fierce ghosts that had not yet appeared in Room 301 were all looking like Meng Xiaodong, wandering in the endless corridors under his eyes.
Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Each of them was holding an old vegetable basket in their hands, with a pair of strange and unpredictable eyes open, and at the same time they twisted their necks and looked towards Wu Nai's position.
Being able to enter God's "Wild Hunt" list, naturally this evil ghost will not be as easy to deal with as a lamb.
He reacted the moment he was pointed at by the spear, and hundreds of "Scape Dolls" poured out of every old vegetable basket.
These dolls with weird shapes are endless and are Meng Xiaodong's best defense. They have accompanied her all the way to the war and have caused her countless fatal injuries.
But nowadays, this kind of thing that can be used at the "axis" level is completely useless at the "book" level.
Wu Nai threw the spear in his hand.
His movements were slow and powerful, as if he were holding a grand sacrifice.
The crows overhead were squawking and flying up and down in the endless loneliness, with black feathers like a snowstorm scattered on their wings.
The dead branch-like spear body shone like a star, as if surrounded by countless ghosts and gods. It drew complicated patterns in the rain, as if countless spears and countless fates were overlapped in an instant.
Intertwined like flowers blooming.
Bringing an overwhelming smell of death.
Liu Qingqing sensed a strong smell of [erasure] from this death, which was the smell of Zhang Dong!
The true number one person in the supernatural circle in the past, his ability is like a ghost attached to each spear. How terrifying will it become after countless superpositions?
She saw the answer in Meng Xiaodong's revived ghost.
In the endless corridor structure, all the "pages" of Meng Xiaodong were bundled together at this moment, and they all penetrated!
What appeared in the eyes of others was that the alien-shaped residential building, including Room 301, disappeared in an instant, as if someone had used an eraser to erase everything from the divine kingdom, leaving behind
A void that cannot be filled.
The empty land is surrounded by the desolation and silence that has been empty for all eternity. In the silence, there is an old female corpse with a gray color that has never been seen before.
An invincible blood-stained spear was inserted into the chest of the female corpse. An old vegetable basket was scattered around her hand. The cloth on the basket was lifted, and a doll rolled out of it.
The doll was as lifeless as the female corpse.
"It's just like that..." Zhang Xianguang touched his chin, with undisguised shock in his words.
"Of course, just for a moment."
There was a smile on Wu Nai's lips under the mask, and he replied in a good mood: "Do you expect me to fight this fierce ghost for 300 rounds? The confrontation between rules is usually like this, one blow can determine life or death."
"Congratulations, you have taken another step towards ending the world."
Zhang Xianguang's expression was filled with inexplicable fanaticism: "I think it's time to go to my old man's old house. He is probably dead. If he is buried, it is better for you to retrieve it. If you can recover the evil spirit in him,
I have..."
My brother is a filial son... Wu Nai nodded slightly and said: "Yes, but not now, we have to wait a little longer. I eat a little faster and need some time to digest."
So this monster really plans to eat Zhangdong, and the old house cannot be saved... Liu Qingqing suppressed the emotions in her heart, organized her words, and asked in a tactful tone: "I have already followed your request.
I did it, now the puppet is on me... When will you let me go?"
Although there are two people's memories and cognitions in her body at this moment, neither one of them wants to get too close to this ultimate monster.
"Are you afraid of me? Would Zhang Youhong, the famous ghost master of the Republic of China, be afraid too?"
Wu Nai's eyes flickered, and the one golden eye like the eternal scorching sun fell on this woman, bringing huge pressure:
"Don't worry, you are safe here. I won't take your life. Come with me to Zhangdong's old house in a while. I just want you to find all the supernatural things you once had, and then I will give you a new one."
s life."
You are greedy for my supernatural power...Liu Qingqing and Zhang Youhong could not refuse this decree. They could only complain in their hearts, then nodded calmly and said:
"Your performance is enough to awe people. This ability is terrifying. I have only seen it in one person so far. In addition, judging from your actions, it seems that you intend to end the supernatural in this era. It is really disappointing.
I'm curious, what are you, that this era can actually breed monsters like you?"
Zhang Xianguang, who was standing aside, heard the word "monster" and looked displeased as if his faith had been offended. He calmly warned:
"Watch your words..."
Wu Nai shook his head and signaled Zhang Xianguang not to be angry, and he ignored Liu Qingqing.
At this time, time began to melt, and the wind began to flow. The suspended raindrops swayed and fell on the stagnant water, smashing into pieces and causing ripples.
After no one blocked the gears of the rules of heaven and earth, [Kungunir] was inserted into the chest of the old female corpse and trembled slightly, and took the female corpse back to the World Tree in the center of the city.
It turned back into a branch like a mountain stretching to cover the sky.
Wu Nai was looking forward to the ghost belonging to Meng Xiaodong hanging on the branch of [Transformation].
He can almost foresee how much improvement it will bring to World Tree after using this ghost thing as the material to forge into the "domain" that belongs to the "future".
After the [Region], which already had the prototype of the Kingdom of God, dissipated, Wu Nai and the other three reappeared in the real Mingyue Community.
Lines of wriggling and twisted text passed before his eyes: