The Sealing Knife hides his figure, and with the rapid consumption of spiritual energy, his figure seems to merge with the brown bark,

In the dark night of the torrential rain, it is difficult to distinguish each other.

Bang, bang, bang.

Wanli Sealing Knife's heart was beating violently, he held his breath, and looked not far ahead, the black shadow slowly straightened up, facing the sky on his back, and sniffed the air gently.

Through the occasional flickering thunder, the true face of the black shadow flashed away.

It was a very thin human form, with gray hair and a disheveled head,

The body is covered with a layer of black rags that are so messy that you can't see the original appearance,

The pale skin on the top and bottom of the body drooped downward, and it had lost its elasticity, like the skin pulled down due to excessive weight loss, which looked weird and terrifying.

And the monster has a long iron chain tied around his waist.

The chain was arm-thick and heavy, contrasting sharply with the scrawny humanoid monster.

The chain was looped around its waist twice, and eighteen thinner chains were branched out—thin chains dangling to the ground, the other end of which fell into the stream.

The thunder roared, the lightning flashed, and it was faintly visible that there seemed to be some tall and heavy object tied to the other end of the eighteen thin iron chains.

That is, the human body.

There were men and women, old men, babies, white bones, and fresh corpses soaked in rainwater and soaked white.

Gu turned his back to the sky, staring at the rainy night with empty eyes.

At the ends of eighteen chains, sixteen human bodies were tied.

Xing Hechou is tied to the sixteenth iron chain.

This tower-like man, his eyes were closed, and his body covered with scars kept gushing blood, sinking in the torrent of streams, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Man, what about you..."

The humanoid monster tilted its head high, sniffed the air, and muttered, "The smell of the living, why is it gone...

Obviously, only the last two are missing. ”

It waved its thin arms as if it were venting its emotions and slammed into the trunk of the tree beside it.

The four of them hugged the thick trunk of the tree, and under this blow, they broke their waists, flew out directly, smashed into the forest, and shook down countless rain flowers.

The Wanli Sealing Knife pressed its back against the trunk of the tree, allowing the flying sawdust from the tree to break and scrape his face, and he did not dare to move at all.

He gripped the hilt of his sword firmly, his fingers pale from the force, but he could not pull it out of its scabbard anyway.

This monster... It was too strong, and the breath alone had already made him tremble, and the muscles in his body trembled involuntarily.

Do you want to get out of here?

As long as he moved his thoughts, he could teleport this weird and outrageous dream of King Shengnan and return to the real world.

safe, smooth, no one will know what is happening here,

No one would have known that he had left his companions behind.

He can, continue to be his bounty hunter, and use his status as a supernumerary employee issued by the Special Affairs Bureau, and be respected and sought after by people from all walks of life wherever he goes.

The identity of the player is a gift from heaven.

...

Before becoming a player, the Wanli Sealing Knife had an ordinary name.

Zhang wei.

He lives in the city, but he doesn't belong to the city,

His childhood memories are of small towns, villages, urban-rural junctions, dry and cracked land, sewage-ridden streams, withered factories, fishy poultry, straw dust wafting through wheat fields, and smoke rising from factory chimneys.

His father was a farmer, and he was not good at expressing himself. The picture left for him is always in the dim light, drinking low-quality beer, and his face is red.

His mother, who was also a peasant, kind and cowardly, docile and patient, always embroidered a sweater and told him the theory that he did not know how many times when the family had finished dinner and her husband was silently drinking.

Study hard, only by studying hard can you get out of here.

At that time, he didn't understand this.

He likes the fireflies flying in the mountains and forests, he likes to hand firewood into the stove and watch the fire rise, he likes to chase chickens and dogs, he likes to laugh and play with his companions, and even likes the broken TV that always doesn't work and his cousin's second-hand game console.

He didn't understand why his parents worked so hard in the hope that he could change the fate of his ancestors and get out of the loess and mountains that spread I don't know how far.

Until he went to middle school, left the countryside, went into the city, and came to the reinforced concrete fortress.

For the first time, he discovered that the world was so splendid and prosperous,

His future is not only a road of repetitive work with no end day after day, like his father's generation.

However, banal, ordinary, ordinary,

Like gravity, it grabbed his ankles firmly and threw him to the ground.

After graduating from vocational college, he was unwilling to return to the mountains and live a numb life that was long enough to see the end at a glance, and chose to stay in the city.

He became the builder of the city, or rather, a construction worker.

The job was no different from the farm work of my father's generation, numb, mechanical, repetitive, day after day, like a rotten and rusty machine, burning fuel, moving forward in silence and without glory.

On the high hanging tower, he saw the prosperity of the city with a safety rope, and he was even the founder of this prosperity.

It's a pity that the prosperity has nothing to do with him, he is just a tool.

But, even as a tool, he still wants to stay in this cold and strange steel jungle, enjoying the Internet, games, movies, mobile phones, and the lights of the country, everything that you won't have in the numb countryside.

Even, he can read two books in his spare time - acquiring knowledge is painful, not that the books are obscure and profound, but in the process of reading books, he can always slowly understand something.

Realize some truths that are as cold and stiff as steel.

There is a destiny in this world, there are class barriers that cannot be crossed by manpower, he serves as a firewood for the prosperity of the city, but the firewood that burns out the flames will eventually be abandoned, just like the ancestral village that is degrading.

He doesn't belong here.

In the great era, his comprehension, his pain, is worthless, no one cares,

The nameless people buried in the mines, the workers whose fingers were crushed by machinery, the peasants who are old and numb, sitting on the bank counter with old coins and waiting to send money, the sick and bedridden old people in the countryside who have lost their ability to work and have no livelihood security...

This is the fate of those of his kind.

Until, he was selected by the killing game and promoted to become a player.

Ding Lingdang -

The chains collided with each other, rubbing against the fallen leaves.

The pale humanoid monster, muttering something, walked forward, and fifteen corpses were dragged up from the bottom of the river, together with Xing Hechou, who did not know life and death, in front of the Wanli Sealing Knife, slowly dragged past.

Heaven has chosen me,

Wanlifeng Knife tightened the hilt of the sword, and his body slowly tensed.

I refuse, accept the predetermined destiny ...

He exhaled a cloudy breath that was clearly visible in the icy forest.

I want to change the world...

"Huh?"

The pale monster with the chain around its waist seemed to sense something, and turned to look somewhere in the dim forest.

I thought, be a hero.

The face of the sealing knife was hideous, the sword was drawn out of the sheath, and under the vast thunder light, the frost blade was cold and gloomy.

Three feet of autumn water, when the demon is killed.