While wandering in the empty area between them, his cell phone rang suddenly. Garen took it out and looked at it. It was Mike, the talkative guy he met on the road.
"Hey handsome, where are you? At school?"
"Yeah, I was just hanging out in school out of boredom." Garen stopped and looked at a senior student not far away who was doing a mock interview practicing on her own, while replying a text message out of boredom.
"As expected of a top student... Do you want to come out for a drink? I have several high-quality girls here~~~"
"Drinking? Forget it, it's so boring." Galen came to school and had quite a lot of contact with Mike. This guy was an acquaintance. He would text or call him every once in a while, chatting a lot about what he had done at school.
Trouble, I just use galleons as my complaint bucket.
"Are all the girls boring? Have you joined any clubs? I heard the music club in your school is pretty good too."
"That's even more boring..." Garen tilted his head and leaned against the wall of the library. Seeing that the senior who was practicing the interview looked a little frustrated, he picked up something like a notebook and looked at it carefully.
"Handsome boy, why are you so boring? There is no fun in life like this. You know Keli, that Oriental girl last time, if it hadn't been for my help last time, she was almost tricked into having sex with another pervert. This time she came out specially.
Thank you..." There was no trace at the end. It was probably because someone snatched the phone away and disconnected it.
"Please don't pay attention to what I just said." Immediately, a text message continued. "Keli is pure, she is still pure, I promise!" The person on the other end seemed to be a little confused.
Garen smiled silently, and he could imagine the sound of Mike being beaten to death by his wife Jela.
"Would you like to go shopping together soon and buy some things in the city?" Garen thought for a moment and realized that it was time for him to buy some clothes.
The temperature difference in the weather in Noddington is a bit big. Sometimes it is still windy and sunny in the morning at 30 degrees Celsius, but after a rain at noon it becomes a few degrees low. Although he is physically strong and does not need to think about keeping warm, he agrees with the season.
You still need to wear good-looking clothes. At least they shouldn’t be too out of the ordinary.
Garen is actually still an Eastern thinker at heart, even though he has experienced life in the Western world twice.
"Okay, we are renting a house and we are just about to buy some household paper, a microwave, and a small freezer. How about next week? Tickets for Michael Seeley's concert will be on sale next week, and I have to rush to buy them."
"OK."
After replying to the message, Gallon waited for a while, and then put away the phone when there was no further reply.
Passing over the senior who was still practicing, and passing through the library area, a small, clear and winding river appeared in front of her. It was about seven or eight meters wide and flowed from left to right.
Fragments of golden sunlight were faintly reflected on the river. A few old men and women were sitting by the river fishing quietly and listening to the radio.
There are green lawn slopes on both sides of the river, and in some places there are white stone benches. You can see students sitting on the benches in the distance and memorizing books.
Gallon walked to the river, squatted down, and put one hand into the river water to stir it gently.
There were a few water plants growing beside my hand, swaying slightly with the stirring ripples. A faint moist and hot air rushed towards me.
An old fisherman with slightly squinted eyes on the right glanced at Gallon, then turned back and continued to take a nap, half asleep and half awake, as if he was just waiting for the small fish to take the bait.
Garen squatted by the river and gently stirred the water with his left hand, attracting a few small silver fish to swim over and peck his fingers gently.
The moment the little whitebait touched his finger, the little fish froze. His body suddenly became upright and motionless. His originally agile figure became completely stiff in an instant, and he sank to the bottom of the river in a strange way.
Garen narrowed his eyes slightly and saw a black crab crawling out from the cracks in the rocks on the river bank, waving pliers the size of nail clippers and pinching his fingers.
The strange thing is that the crab's body froze as soon as its claws touched the fingers. The same body tilted and sank to the bottom of the water.
Looking at this scene, Garen fell into thought for a moment.
As his killing hand entered the third level, the horror of this secret weapon began to gradually become apparent.
Generally speaking, any weaker creature will be sucked away from its vitality if it encounters it. As for the slightly larger and stronger creatures, they need to use the power route of the secret weapon.
The Killing Hand is a very strange secret martial art. It does not have any special power energy, just like the fusion power of Totem World Type 6 and the Secret Martial Arts of Life. The Killing Hand itself can only adjust the muscles of the body.
, bioelectricity, neurohormones, etc., produce countless bright or dark forces like spider webs. These forces form a complex and inexplicable pattern or figure, and finally produce a strange gravitational force on life.
Magic hands.
Galen gave a description of his hands.
Recently, as the time of entering the third level gradually increased, his hands began to have an inexplicable magic power, a strange beautiful charm. Even if he looked at his hands carefully for a while, he would feel a little unconscious.
Soul Seed: Northern Halberdier Han Yan Zhen Shui Xie Gong.’
‘Violin Mastery: Second, Mastery Level. (Three levels in total)’
‘Hand of Killing: The Third Level: Bloody. (A total of four levels, which can be derived and evolved to higher levels)’
Read the explanation about the Hessus Demon King again.
'Hesas, one of the forty-two demon kings of Guyinduo, has an indescribable talent for killing. His eyes can annihilate souls with just a touch. His hands are said to be able to make everything return to death, whether it is living or non-living things...
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"His eyes can annihilate souls if touched...His hands are said to be able to bring everything to death. Does this mean that the foundation of this secret martial arts should be the eyes and hands?" Garon said thoughtfully.
think.
Now his hands had undergone some strange changes, which made him unconsciously speculate in this regard.
Look at your hands carefully.
The ten fingers are slender and well-proportioned. There are no abrupt traces of water chestnuts on the joints, and the transitions are very soft. The whole hands seem to be made of fine white jade and nephrite, which are warm and shiny without any flaws.
Hiss....!
Suddenly, the skin of the palms of both hands began to slowly sag inward, and two dimples of the same size appeared, as if the flesh of the palms of the hands was sinking inward.
The depression became deeper and deeper, and in just a few seconds, the depression in the palm of my hand almost penetrated to the back of my hand.
Wow...
The dent in the palm suddenly rotted away and two holes appeared, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the palm, where the water below could be seen.
Garen, however, felt no pain at all in the palms of his hands.
He was slightly shocked, and before he had time to react, he saw his hands changing again.
Countless white spots slowly appeared on the back of the hand, white spots similar to age spots. Its skin began to wrinkle rapidly, lose water, and age.
The nails began to turn slightly black, and the skin in the gaps between the fingers even began to rot, with tiny holes appearing, and dense white bones could be vaguely seen inside.
A viscous sound like stirring mud could be heard faintly.
Pieces of rotten flesh fell from Garen's hands and fell into the water below, making a splashing sound.
Beep beep beep...
A crisp text message sounded.
In a daze, Garen came back to his senses, his eyes blurred, his hands were still as perfect as before, and the decay just now seemed to be just an illusion.
He moved his hands, suppressed the doubts and surprise in his heart, took out his mobile phone and took a look. It was a service recommendation text message sent by the mobile phone operating company.
Putting away his phone, Garen checked his hands again and found no damage.
"These hands look a little dangerous..." He became wary, and even his own mind was almost attracted by the hands, let alone ordinary people. The most important thing is that this weird magic power seems to be impossible to control.
, this is a characteristic naturally exuded by the hands themselves.
He vaguely felt that the principle of the Killing Hand seemed to be to continuously dilute and reduce the vitality of the hands, or directly take away it, forming a void, or vacuum, of vitality in the world.
In this way, the vitality around the palm will naturally flow towards the space with extremely low density. It is like continuously sucking out the air from a place. After this place and this space are close to the vacuum, when needed, only
You need to open a small hole, and you can hear the sound of air flowing. That is the outside air naturally filling the space in the Giya restricted area.
In the same environment, the same substance will naturally diffuse into areas with high density and equalize areas with low density, eventually reaching a chaotic and uniform state of mixing.
Garen suddenly realized that this was the simplest principle of diffusion.
It's just that he doesn't know how the killing hands form a thin zone of vitality. But it seems that as long as he continues to practice magic skills, these hands will become closer and closer to a real vitality vacuum.
"Maybe I need to find something to cover it up..." Garen put his hands in his trouser pockets to prevent outsiders from seeing them.
He stood up and walked slowly to the left along the river bank.
After walking for a while, he went to the lawn and wandered in a row of roadside shops. When he came out, he had a pair of black gloves on his hands, which were tightly wrapped. Even the wrists to most of the forearms were covered.
All covered by black silk gloves.
The gloves were found in a cosplay store. They have mysterious-looking dark gold lines on them. I don’t know what kind of character equipment they are imitations of, but they do look cool.
Gallon put on gloves and hid his hands under his white long sleeves, making him look less conspicuous.
I checked the time and found that I had been wandering around for more than two hours before I knew it, and it was almost four o'clock now.
He simply turned around and walked towards the fighting club's club activity venue.
I remember there is an Oriental restaurant right over there. The menu outside is full of various dishes from the Orient, so I would like to go and try it.