Due to the intrusion of the bald army, it fell into chaos.
Just saying they are fierce may be hard to imagine.
How fierce are they?
I saw the bald men of Kanzaki Temple, chanting strange scriptures, with golden light all over their bodies, like the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple in martial arts novels, running rampant, invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, and unable to control their control skills, with a Zen staff
If you swing it down, the bones will be broken easily.
There were even a few unlucky ones who didn't have time to run or were too scared to meet them. In the blink of an eye, Kanzakiji's bald head was smashing the golden Zen staff into the wind, and his head was cracked, and the white brains were mixed in from the cracks.
The blood was squeezed out, looking like tofu curd with chili sauce, and scattered all over the floor.
"The wind is tight, pull it!"
Someone shouted on the communication channel.
The ferocity of the bald army spread among the apostles. In less than ten minutes, the apostles who were exploring every corner of the sewer knew that such a group of bald strong men had entered, and they acted more cautiously.
, all of them were serious about it, not daring to fight head-on with the bald guys.
"Master Yunfeng?"
Somewhere in the sewer, Kudo Shinji was followed by Zhuo Buqun, thinking about the current situation, and suddenly gritted his teeth: "Have we been tricked by someone named Yi again?"
Zhuo Buqun gasped for breath. He had just fought with one of the monks. Although he was able to escape intact, the sight of the claw knife falling on their skin, leaving only a shallow cut, still made Zhuo Buqun feel...
He was so frightened. He quickly calmed himself down. After listening to Kudo Shinji's words, Zhuo Buqun sneered and said: "We, a group of people, have no credibility at all. Whoever cheated someone will be killed.
Isn’t this normal?”
This sentence made sense, and Kudo Shinji couldn't refute it. But he felt uncomfortable, so when he had time, he quickly opened his address book, edited a long paragraph of hidden sarcastic remarks, and sent it to Yi Lin. Is it a scam?
It doesn't matter what it is, let's get the situation back with our mouths first.
After sending the hundred-word message, Kudo Shinji suddenly felt much better. He listened carefully and distinguished the sounds of fighting, shouting, fighting, and explosions coming from the pipes. As he listened, he suddenly thought of
one thing:
"Wait. Something's wrong."
Zhuo Buqun: "?"
Kudo Shinji glanced at Zhuo Buqun, because they were in a team and could be used in some ways, Kudo Shinji did not hide his thoughts and summed up his speculations: "This Kanzaki Temple is very
Maybe it is the high-end combat power that has been hidden in the trial. I have always been surprised that it is obviously an eternal night level trial, but on the surface, it seems that the combat power of this trial world is so weak. It turns out that certain conditions must be met.
trigger."
"Then?"
"Following this idea, could it be that behind our disappearance case, someone is actually issuing missions? If I guess correctly, it is very possible that the mysterious person hiding behind our identity and issuing missions to us is
It’s related to Kanzaki Temple.”
Zhuo Buqun understood. Although he was not mentally ill, he was not so stupid that his brain was full of muscles. He thought for a moment and suddenly exclaimed: "You mean, in fact, we only need to follow the original line.
If you go down, sooner or later you will trigger the clues at Kanzaki Temple, and you can even... join them?"
"That's right." Kudo Shinji figured out the key point, and his eyes behind the lenses lit up with confidence: "If you can't beat them, join them! Isn't this normal? In the trial, in addition to personal strength, learn to take advantage of the situation.
It's also very important. Don't forget, the most dangerous part of this trial is the weirdness everywhere. Ban Chen didn't even have time to call for help. He died immediately and turned into that kind of monster after death. If Kanzaki
The monks in the temple, as well as Master Yunfeng, are powerful and good at dealing with weird words..."
"They are the key to passing the level!"
"That's right!"
When the two of them were discussing in the dark, each of them reorganized the clues of the trial.
"Let's go! Find them!"
"Looking for them?"
“Find a way to join them!”
Kudo Shinji paused, and then said: "Moreover, there is another very important thing. They didn't come early or late, but they organized a group to go out after we collectively entered the sewer. It is very likely that our actions triggered
There was some kind of 'incident'. That's why the bald guys appeared."
There was surprise in Zhuo Buqun's eyes: "You mean, that... box is really here?"
Kudo Shinji chuckled, pushed up his glasses, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing an expression of "there is only one truth", and chuckled: "That's right. If you just find the box, for the mental side, search for clues and analyze
It is not too difficult at all to find clues and determine the target, and there is plenty of time. Don’t forget, this is already the second main task. Therefore, the real difficulty should be reflected in the bald guys.”
"The appearance of baldness also confirmed another thing for me."
The light of confidence gathered in Kudo's eyes, and Kudo Shinji's lenses lit up: "The bald guys at Kanzaki Temple, they know exactly where the box is!"
"there is only one truth!"
…
…
"The truth doesn't matter."
In the sewer.
Muto Yirin looked at the mess in the pipe. In the distance, there was an apostle's corpse with its head knocked open. Muto Yirin said with a smile to Xu Anjing, Oda Mai, and Li Changge behind him: "The important thing is, hidden in the
Behind the truth, there is a deeper truth."
Although Xu Anjing was temporarily following the fake Yi Lin for various reasons, she did not relax her vigilance in her heart. She whispered: "You really have the memory of the real president, and what you say is almost the same as the real president. You can't tell the difference."
There's nothing wrong with it. By the way, what happened in this trial? Did the president and Sister Xiaowu say it would break?"
She couldn't imagine what happened to make a fake that was almost indistinguishable from the real Yilin appear.
This fake Yi Lin is so realistic!
Muto Yirin looked away from the corpse on the ground, looked back at Xu Anjing, and asked: "Did you notice anything in Master Yunfeng?"
Talk about this.
Xu Anjing shuddered subconsciously. She recalled what she saw above the people on Yunfeng Mountain. She originally wanted to ask the fake Yilin, "How do you know?" But when she thought about this fake Yilin, she had the real
With all of Yi Lin's memory and IQ, nothing was surprising. Looking at the fake Yi Lin, Xu Anjing did not hide anything and said, "Gray, I saw gray on their heads."
"Gray? What does it represent? Loneliness?"
Li Changge scratched his head. He always felt that it was a bit weird that Xu Anjing kept mumbling about "what color, what color". Without Xu Anjing's bloodline, it was impossible to understand that from the perspective of an elf, one could use "color" to "color"
"Taste" is the experience of distinguishing a person's good and evil.
Xu Anjing shook his head: "I can't tell you what it feels like. That color makes me feel very uncomfortable. It seems to be purer than 'malice'... or something weirder, but that kind of 'grey',
It makes me sicker than just 'black'."
To be honest, few people can understand Xu Jingjing's description. Even she herself cannot accurately describe it in words.
"you said,"
Mai Oda, who had been staring at Muto Irin's back in silence since entering the passage, finally couldn't help it, raised her head, and asked in a cold voice: "What does 'dying the world black' mean."
Muto Yirin smiled: "As the name suggests."
Xu Jingjing: "...can you speak human language?"
In fact, Li Changge and Xu Jingjing had wanted to ask this question for a long time.
But asking questions rashly will give them the illusion that they are being crushed intellectually.
Muto Irin chuckled and looked directly into Oda Mai's eyes.
"Don't you always want to know where the other me is?"
Oda Mai nodded.
"The other me is indeed in another world."
Muto Irin raised two fingers and intertwined them, inseparable. After Muto Irin made a gesture, he smiled happily and said:
"There is a connection between the two worlds."
"If this side is 'pure white', then that side is 'pure black'."
"Pure black is so dangerous! If you die there, you will really die!"
"But if you want that side to become pure white, you must turn this side to pure black."
"hiss--"
Xu Jingjing was born to be particularly sensitive to metaphors such as "black and white". When she heard this, she suddenly felt that way. She took a breath and thought of all the strange events in the trial. Under Muto Irin's metaphor,
She thought of a terrible possibility: "Then what you mean by dyeing the world black is..."
"So I said, as the name suggests, it is dyed black. If it is you, just do what you are best at." Muto Irin smiled even more happily, grinning, showing his white teeth: "This world is getting more and more...
The darker it is, the whiter it is over there, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”
"understood."
Oda Mai nodded, then quickly stepped into the darkness.
…
…
Chiya House.
In the small backyard.
Someone is digging the soil.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...The new Maomao is gone again!"
The little girl's pajamas were covered in blood and she was crying in the night. She sounded so sad.
The father was carefully wiping various game tools, and then put the polished saw, electric drill, scissors, hammer, tweezers and other tools neatly and orderly back into the box. He was sweating profusely and comforted: "It doesn't matter.
Maomao is gone, maybe there will be a new Maomao!"
"Really?"
On the side, the mother stepped hard on the small mound a few times. After stepping hard, she rubbed the little girl's nose: "My dear, don't cry, okay? Go take a bath with your mother, okay? Look at you,
After playing a game, I’m all dirty and stinky!”
"Okay~"
After a family of three finished playing late-night games and buried the body of the "previous Maomao", they reluctantly left the backyard and returned home.
This Maomao is so strong.
I persisted for a long time.
But it was gone in the end, Maomao was so miserable!
Why can't there be Maomao who can play with them until the end of time?
The girl sucked her bloody fingers, wondering.
In the empty backyard, a dark wind blew.
On a moonless night, it is dark and lightless.
Thick dark clouds covered the night sky of Kanzaki City, like a thick pot lid pressing down from the sky.
The backyard of Chiya's house.
I do not know how long it has been.
Tomoko's family of three had already washed and cleaned up and fell asleep.
The mound where "Xin Maomao"'s body was buried suddenly cracked open.
A rotten claw...a huge claw with nails dozens of centimeters long, broke out of the ground.