"Little tadpole looking for mother?" Bai Shuo looked at his reflection projected in the bowl, and laughed a little helplessly: "This is okay?" ”

In a depressed mood, he simply sat on the spotless stone slab in front of the pond, looked cross-legged at the small tadpoles swimming in the bowl in front of him, and supported his chin with his palms: "It's really difficult to find a mother for this little thing, I began to regret why I didn't go to learn science and technology......"

Half of the people who have traveled a hundred miles have already arrived at the door, and they can't retreat here if they say anything.

Although it can be said that there is almost no surname to pass the test, but you have to try it anyway.

"But ......" Bai Shuo sighed, and gently pointed at the water surface in the bowl with his finger: "There are so many frogs here, which one is your mother?" ”

In the lonely courtyard, Bai Shuo was the only one left, and there seemed to be a never-ending voice.

"Quack~quack~"

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On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there are no Smurfs.

Only Liang Cheng, who fell into chaos.

Maniacs like headless flies roamed the village, distracted in search of every alley, every space where one could hide.

Because, Ma Liang is gone.

The first friend he'd made since he got here was gone, and he was a little dazed and miserable.

"The drift snow is gone...... The captain is gone...... Ma Liang is gone......" The madman huddled in the corner of the wall, muttering to himself: "They are all bad guys, they don't want me anymore......"

The boy who still believes in the existence of beauty in this chaotic era has become Liang Chengcheng's friend in the difference of ideas and arguments. If there was anyone who was clean in this place of indifference, it was him.

Growing up in poverty, kind and determined, even in this hopeless situation, he still had the most naïve dreams, but when he finally got a pen, he disappeared.

Where did he go?

Liang Chengcheng grabbed his hair a little irritably, and threw out everything he could catch around him.

Broken bowls, leftover steamed buns, leftovers of cold rice, plastic bags, canned Coke, stones, sand......

As if venting, he screamed and threw everything he touched, and finally lay in the corner weakly, not even bothering to move.

He tried to find his friend, but he couldn't, and this frustration made him frustrated and angry.

When the hustle and bustle of Liang Chengcheng finally stopped, there was a whispering sound in the distance, and the pedestrians on the road saw Liang Chengcheng in the corner, pointing and talking in a low voice.

"This crazy person, I don't know why Ma Liang ......"

"Hey, you still say horses...... He's already out of his own pocket......"

"How?"

"I heard that Ma Liang ...... Draw...... Outside the staff...... Someone saw it...... Locked up. ”

The gloating passers-by smiled indifferently and talked about various trivial matters as they moved forward, but suddenly a heart-pounding feeling came from behind.

It's like the horror of being watched by a wild beast makes the two of them look back, only to see a madman covered in mud and with unkempt hair.

"You just said, what's wrong with Ma Liang?" Liang Chengcheng clenched his fists and stood behind the two of them, his voice hoarse.

As if he had encountered a monster that was about to go crazy, the pale passer-by took two steps back, patted his chest, and said disdainfully in order to calm his mind: "Why tell ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, a dusty, thin palm grabbed him by the neck and pulled him abruptly. The physical fitness strengthened by the main god was not something that any passerby could resist, and that person looked at the scarlet bloodshot in Liang Chengcheng's eyes in horror.

"If you don't say it, you'll have ......to die," Liang Chengcheng laughed, and with his smile, violent and dark spiritual fluctuations enveloped the person in his hand.

The other person who was thrown aside by Liang Chengcheng was like seeing a ghost, and after being affected by mental fluctuations, he fell irrepressibly into fear, fell to the ground, screamed and retreated, and ran into the distance: "The madman has killed someone!" The madman kills! ”

"Maleonn, where?" Liang Chengcheng grabbed the neck in his hand, his eyes widened, and the distorted and chaotic mental turbulence poured into the man's brain, making him fall into the deepest fear, and Liang Chengcheng in his eyes had turned into a distorted monster, he fluttered and trembled like a pheasant pinched by the neck, and screamed intermittently.

The voice mixed with violent spiritual power drilled into his ears, turning into a sound like thunder, constantly echoing in his heart, and the spiritual power that was enough to destroy the spiritual embankment of ordinary people in an instant pierced into his mind, making his face suddenly pale, and crying and telling everything he knew.

After a while, Liang Chengcheng put down the passerby who had fainted in his hand, twisted his neck strangely, looked at the mansion in the center of the town, and let out a simple but terrifying smile.

"Watson, I'm here to save you......"

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Since ancient times, there is a saying in China that wealth is not exposed, and once ordinary people who have no power to protect themselves obtain wealth that does not match it, it will only attract infinite jealousy and malice.

I don't know how many bloody examples, the merchant who was robbed of his life savings on the way home, the poor man who had a heavy treasure but died tragically in the hands of others, these things are vigilant to everyone, cover the good things in your arms, and don't cause wind and waves everywhere.

It's a pity that Ma Liang doesn't understand this kind of thing, especially after he gets a magic pen that can turn anything he paints into a real thing, and the young man's favorite show off makes this matter spread quickly.

So soon, he was caught by the town's profit-hungry expatriates and locked up in a dungeon, wanting to make him his own cash cow.

Ma Liang, who has not really experienced the storm, still maintains what can be said to be pedantic kindness and firmness, and after refusing this request, he can only be bound by chains and locked in a dark dungeon.

If it weren't for the inability of others but himself to use the pen properly, Ma Liang would have been killed long ago.

And in the space above his head, in the ornate house, the fat man lying on the big chair played with the ordinary-looking pen in his hand, and there was a crooked and ridiculous graffiti on the paper in front of him. Soon, the chaotic graffiti writhed and turned into wormworm-like bugs.

Some disgusted and irritated threw all the insects on the paper basket beside him, and the fat man with a meaty face threw the pen on the table in some anger and shouted: "Someone! ”

The sneering servant soon appeared beside him.

"Is that little bastard willing?"

The slave rubbed his hands and shook his head helplessly: "The bones of that little thing are hard, I've been hungry for two days, and I haven't ...... yet."

"Rubbish!" The outsider kicked him on the body: "It's all a bunch of waste!" ”

"If you can't be hungry, just beat him until he wants to!" He casually dropped the bluestone paperweight on the table and slammed it on the slave's face, causing blood to seep out of the wound.

Accustomed to the tyranny of his master, the slave crawled on the ground and trembled: "Yes, yes. ”

At this time, a screaming voice came from outside the house, which made the staff frown: "What's the matter?" It's the guy who doesn't open his eyes, give me twenty lashes. ”

"Yes, yes." The servant breathed a sigh of relief and crawled out of the house with a stiff smile, thanking the fool who had helped him attract attention at this time, thanks to whom nothing else had befallen him.

But that guy is miserable, a whip of that kind of character, it will make people vomit blood when it comes, and after twenty strokes, it is estimated that he will die, right?

But what's the business with you?

He wiped the wound on his forehead, smiled gloatingly, and walked into the front yard, only to feel the sound of his feet stepping on a pool of water.

Puzzled, he looked at his feet, a swirling scarlet, liquid flowing from around the corner.

"What is this?" He took two steps back in fear, the color of which was no different from the blood he had just shed.

"Blood?" He took two steps back in a panic and fear, and was about to scream, but he saw an incredible sight.

Infinite blood seeped around the corner, like a spring, meandering and flowing, twisting forward, but like a living thing, the black snake and insect spit out the core in the pool of blood, slowly moving forward.

I don't know when all the scenes around him have been covered in blood, and the ground under his feet has become like rotting internal organs, and maggots are faintly visible from the flesh and blood.

The frightened slave screamed in a twist, only to find that his ten fingers began to rot, pus and rancid stench emerging from his disembodied palms, slowly crawling up his arms, and the rotting flesh under his feet turned into quicksand, slowly swallowing him into it.

The sight of Infernal Hell tore apart all his sanity, causing him to scream and struggle and roll on the ground.

In the eyes of ordinary people in the distance, it was just that the slave screamed at his ten fingers, and then threw himself on the freshly cleaned ground and screamed.

The slave who was pulled into the fantasy broke down and roared, rolled on the ground, and was swallowed up by the imaginary flesh and blood, and finally blood oozed from his facial features, and the dead could no longer die.

And just around the corner in front of them, the slaves and servants with weapons in their hands were already lying on the ground, struggling in fantasy, desperately rowing towards spiritual death.

The madman who was crawling among the dead corpses had a distorted smile on his face, grasped the invisible pen in his hand, cut his wrist with a dagger, dipped his own blood, and wantonly painted the darkness and terror in his brain on the ground, and as the distorted bloody picture unfolded, the spirit of violence and chaos slowly spread, pulling any living creature that dared to approach into the illusion.

Not caring about the blood that had passed his own blood, Liang Cheng drew frantically, but the laughter in his mouth grew louder and louder, until at last he was hoarse and miserable like a crow pecking at rotten flesh.

The beauty of hell is slowly unfolding, and the feast of fear has just begun.

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This morning's second watch, the final public version, this chapter is 3,000 words.

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