Wei Taiqiang, the tycoon of the Xuanwu Kingdom, walked into the Internet café run by the people of Baekje, and he said to the e-sports masters, "Let's play a game!" ”

The cashier of the Internet café took Wei Taiqiang's money, and he arranged a machine for Wei Taiqiang.

Those e-sports masters in Baekje country, they stared at that Wei Taiqiang, these people began to nod, they did fight in the Internet café, this is a common way for these e-sports masters to maintain their condition.

After all, here, there is no difference between them in wealth and status, only each other's level, everyone is happy in the computer of the Internet café, and everyone will live happily.

That Wei Taiqiang soon had three opponents, and they began to use the king to easily duel the high.

Wei Taiqiang said: "There is always that eternal battle in esports games, and I love it to death. It was in this atmosphere of indignation that Tu Tuqiao was called by the dormitory and went to the Normal University as a cheerleader to make a strong noise.

Since ancient times, inter-school football matches have always started with the smell of gunpowder and ended with a brawl, and this one is no exception. In the first half, the two sides still played decently, but in the second half, the black feet and black hands all surfaced to cover the water, small actions became big actions, big actions became rough collisions, rough collisions became fights, and fights became group fights. In the end, the whole court was a mess, and the players and supporters on both sides were red-faced and full of youth and vitality, and paper cups, stones, bench legs, and shouting and scolding flew everywhere.

One of Tu Tuqiao's seniors said, "It doesn't matter what the reason for the fight, what matters is where the fight is." Huaxia University committed a taboo this time, and the dangerous soldiers advanced lightly, and took the initiative to provoke when they arrived at the home of others. In the beginning, Huaxia University was still able to confront the Normal University, but later the number of Normal University students increased and grew, and it turned into a one-sided pursuit battle, with the people of Huaxia University scattering and fleeing, while the people of the Normal University patrolled around the campus, and anyone who looked like a student of Huaxia University would be beaten up.

Tu Tuqiao is actually not good at fighting, originally just wanted to take a picture and withdraw, but he didn't expect the situation to get worse. He and the other cheerleaders were quickly dispersed by the crowd. Faced with the shouts of "Catch Huaxiada, beat you to death" around him, Tu Tuqiao panicked and stumbled all the way out of the stadium. Several teachers and students saw Tutuqiao's figure and immediately chased after him.

Fortunately, Tu Tuqiao has been to Normal University several times before, and he is quite familiar with the geographical environment here, so he went straight to the north gate closest to the stadium without saying a word, and only ran to the security guard at the door, and he could escape.

Unfortunately, the students of the Normal University were more familiar with the environment than him, and as soon as he stepped into the tree-lined avenue leading to the north gate, two people came out from the front and left, blocking the way. Seeing that the situation was not good, Tutu Bridge caught a glimpse of a quiet path next to a small hill on the right side, and I didn't know where it led. The situation was critical, and he rushed into it in a panic, running along the path with his eyes closed.

The trail is not short, about a few hundred meters long, and it winds and turns, high and low. When he reached the end of the path, he realized that at the end of the path was a building that looked like a library. The library, which has about five floors, is dark gray in color and is surrounded by a tall concrete fence that is more than three meters high. The small gravel road just goes around the library and along the wall, and there is no other exit than to go back the way it came.

Tutuqiao hurriedly tried to retreat, but there were already noisy footsteps and shouts in the distance. He ran to the door of the library, which was locked and there were no windows on the first floor that could be opened. In a word, this is what the soldiers call "Jedi".

Tu Tuqiao leaned against the wall, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, his hands trembling slightly, and a duet of despair and fear began to play out in his heart.

He just saw that among the people chasing him, there was the famous "Da Zhuang".

Da Zhuang is a special sports student of the Normal University, and he is quite famous in the gangster circle in the entire university district, he is an authentic man, and he is ruthless, cruel and ruthless, and he is a thorny figure who even tries to avoid three points from the school police. A lone Huaxia University student fell into the hands of "Da Zhuang", and the end was unimaginable.

The pursuers are approaching, and there is no way to enter the ground.

A strange thought suddenly burst into Tu Tuqiao's heart.

There is no door to the ground, I can fly.

Thinking of this, a burst of breath surged in his chest, and his left foot naturally lightly touched, and his body suddenly lightened. By the time he reacted again, he was already standing on the edge of the top of the fifth floor of the library.

"Ah......h

Tu Tuqiao screamed in fright, and his body suddenly lost his balance and staggered.

More than a dozen pursuers downstairs have already arrived, and they are very familiar with the terrain here, so they immediately divided into two ways, planning to catch turtles in an urn. As a result, the two groups of people turned around the path aggressively, but found nothing. The turtle seems to be gone.

"Did you really see that kid running down this path?"

"Da Zhuang" took the cigarette out of his mouth and asked viciously, and several people around him nodded their heads one after another. "Da Zhuang" scratched his bald head unwillingly, "Did you search the library?"

"The door to this library is always closed, and he won't be able to get in."

"! So where can he run?"

Da scolded loudly, the muscles of his jaw jumped and jumped, and the people around him subconsciously avoided a distance, lest this fierce guy be angry with him.

Before they could figure out why, they heard a long exclamation above them. Everyone looked up one after another, but saw a figure flying down from the roof of the building and falling straight to the ground. To their surprise, the black figure rolled on the ground and immediately stood up, seemingly unharmed.

Even more surprising than they were Tu Tu Hashi himself. He jumped abruptly on the edge of the fifth floor just now, unprepared, his balance was in disarray, his hands and feet struggled, and he immediately fell down again. At the moment when he was about to touch the ground, there was a sudden throbbing in his chest, and his body immediately became as light as catkins, and when he landed, he neutralized most of the impact. As soon as this one fell, it was as natural as a gesture, and before Tu Tuqiao's brain could understand, his body reacted.

The surrounding dozen or so students were stunned for a while by this guy who jumped from the fifth floor and still didn't die, and the scene was silent for a while. After half a minute, Da Zhuang slammed the cigarette butt to the ground and shouted, "What are you waiting for, beat him!"

The students woke up like a dream and rushed up. The Tutu Bridge that was surrounded under the wall was cornered, and there was a pain in his chest, and his feet stepped forward unconsciously, like clouds.

Some of the students who have read Jin Yong have invariably three words in their hearts: Loach Gong. I saw Tu Tuqiao twisting left and right among more than a dozen people, and everyone felt that it was easy to catch him, but every time it was a fraction of a second, he could avoid it.

Da Zhuang watched it from the side, got angry from his heart, scolded "useless", and picked up a fist the size of a steamed bun in the canteen and smashed it. This punch hit Tu Tuqiao's chest, and Da Zhuangxin said that this punch would not beat him half to death! As soon as the fist touched his chest, he felt a strong repulsion coming, and he shook his fist away.

Tu Tuqiao was overjoyed and surprised at this time, happy that he had not been killed so far; What is surprising is that the greater the throbbing in the chest, the smoother the movements, once he forcibly suppresses this throbbing, his body will suddenly stagnate, and he will be beaten passively. This made him more and more afraid, feeling like an alien from a Hollywood movie living in his body, but he didn't dare to suppress it.

"Damn, Lao Tzu doesn't believe in evil!"

Da Zhuang's face was distorted, and his hands grabbed Tu Tuqiao's shoulders again, and Tu Tuqiao returned his hand with a palm, feeling that his every posture was natural. It's just that this kind of "naturalness" is always just right, Da Zhuang snorted, and was hit a few meters away by this palm.

And the drumming in Tu Tuqiao's chest also reached its peak at this moment, and this feeling was exactly the same as when he was inserted by the black pen at that time. It is not painful or itchy, light and elegant, like phantom smoke into the marrow, and the limbs and hundreds of bones are almost melted into the air.

As soon as the students saw that their boss had been defeated, they all stopped moving. Tutu Bridge did not stop at all, and the figure was vertical, and a whirlwind rose from the ground. Everyone subconsciously used their arms to block their eyes, and when they put it down again, the Tutu Bridge had disappeared without a trace.

"Damn, didn't you run into Superman?" A bespectacled man opened his mouth wide and sighed.

"I feel like Spider-Man." The other has palpitations.

"Where's the boss?" The third person suddenly remembered. Everyone woke up like a dream and ran over to see Da Zhuang. Da Zhuang was lifted from the ground, spat out a pair of bloody front teeth from his mouth, and shouted in a leaky accent, "Where did that stinky boy go?"

No one can answer.

At this time, Tu Tuqiao had already run back to the dormitory in one go. He traveled from Normal University to Huaxia University's men's dormitory in an instant, a journey that usually takes more than ten minutes by taxi. When I arrived at the place, the whole popularity did not grow, and the face did not change color. It's a scene that can only be seen in Hollywood movies, and in American hero films.

Tu Tuqiao rushed into the bathroom, desperately wiping his chest with soap and towels, trying to pull out the strange feeling, until his chest muscles were rubbed red and painful, and he refused to stop. The big victory just now didn't bring him the slightest sense of superhuman joy, only the panic of "I'm being used as a host by an unknown creature". His abnormal performance just now may be one of the manifestations of the creature's invasion of his body. One day, the creature will disemboweled itself, burrowed out of its chest, and tasted the juice-soaked kidneys and cecum with its little fingertips.

The imagination of Tutu Bridge is always highly developed at such times.

He sat down on the concrete floor of the shower room, frustrated and wanted to cry. No matter how open-minded the personality is, it's useless, and the bloody reality is in front of you. He had seen many of them, and had dreamed of being able to obtain magical powers, but when this kind of thing really fell on him, it was completely different from what he imagined. Unlike those superheroes, he had no idea where his strength came from, and the only thing he felt was the inexplicable restlessness in his chest, as if there were really creatures living in it. This uncertain unknown is the most likely to arouse human fear—not to mention that his imagination is still very developed.

With this unwarranted fear, he didn't get a good night's sleep for the next few days, waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare of being disemboweled, and found himself sweating all over. He once secretly went to the playground in the middle of the night to test it, as long as he used that kind of ability similar to the magic in martial arts, he could run from one end of the playground to the other in a few seconds, but the price was that the discomfort in his chest increased again. So he only tried it once, and he didn't dare to use it again.

The brothers in the dormitory noticed his abnormality, and thought that he was rejected by a school flower, and congratulated him on returning to the intimate embrace of the party organization. He couldn't expect any constructive advice from those guys, so he went to a counselor, and the answer he got was to watch less American movies; He even went to the hospital to have an X-ray, and the doctor said that he didn't see anything unusual.

This won't solve anything.

What's worse was that whenever he closed his eyes, there was always a soft groan in his ears, which was very distant and very thin, inaudible but unusually clear. That seems to be a poem:

『Dapeng Fei Zhen Eight Descendants, Zhongtian is not strong. The remaining wind is agitated for eternity, and the stone coat is hung in Fusang. Later generations have passed on this, and Zhongni is dead. 〗

This is the text that Tu Tuqiao wrote down from memory after experiencing several auditory hallucinations. Strangely, he was able to write words accurately with a pen without a teacher, just by virtue of his auditory hallucinations, as if the words were already familiar to his chest and were naturally revealed.

I don't know where this auditory hallucinations came from, and I don't know who whispered in my ear. But every now and then, his chest throbbed and his vitality burst out, making Tu Tuqiao more and more frightened, and nightmares coming more and more often. After a few days, Tu Tuqiao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he felt that his spirit would be completely broken if he continued like this. Always passive and lazy, he was forced to decide to take the initiative to find a way to end this nightmare.

The first step is to find out the source of this poem. I always hallucinate this poem, and there must be a reason for it. If you find out the source of the poem, you can probably analyze the reason. However, this is not an easy job, Tu Tuqiao, like most students, only has a few ancient poems in his stomach that he was forced to memorize by rote when he was in primary and secondary school, such as "Song to the Sky", "Noon on the Day of Hoe", "Flying Stream Straight Down 3,000 Feet"; The only sentence that was repeatedly reviewed in college was "stop and sit and love the maple forest evening".

Just as he was about to go out to the Internet café to search the Internet, the phone in the dormitory suddenly rang. Tu Tuqiao picked up the phone, and Cao Jiao's familiar and annoying polite greeting came from the microphone: "Hey, hello, please look for Tu Tuqiao."

"He's dead, please burn the paper if you have something."

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Anyway, there are many stalls in the thrift market, and there is a lot of flow, and there is no proof to say any one.

Wei Taiqiang asked again, "Who sold it to you? Where did he get it from?" Tu Tuqiao shook his head, only saying that he was an ordinary obscene peddler, and he didn't pay much attention to it at all.