What it's like.

The White King asked himself, his inner voice distorted from the pain all the time. He wondered if he had awakened and evolved like the legendary saints who were praised for leading the world.

Where is the awakening? Where is the evolution?

He clearly felt the red cross, strengthening his bones, flesh and blood. This made him think that he would be invincible, but it turned out to be as fragile as an egg, and it would break if he touched it hypocritically.

"What is like the body of the god of war, it's all bullshit!" the White King scolded in a low voice, his voice clearly audible, just so that the thing could hear.

"Except for the occasional small outburst, tell me you're still there, let me experience a powerful feeling, and I'm not still a garbage one after that. ”

The more Bai Wang spoke, the more excited he became, and his body shook more and more, as if under the iron bed, there were turbulent waves.

Suddenly, there was a 'whoosh' sound, like a pair of hands holding down the time, so that it would not turn anymore, and the white king suddenly stopped his body, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Although the White King didn't know what an alchemist was and what the fourth sage in his mouth was, in the eyes of the White King, the word alchemy sounded like that kind of awe-inspiring, mysterious and transcendent skill.

"Looks like another piece of garbage, an unreliable guy. The White King twisted his body, and the hemp rope slid down like a long twisted snake. He didn't know where Gusol had gone, he didn't know why he had ended up in such a place when he woke up, but he didn't care, anyway, his homeland was gone, and everywhere was not all wandering.

On the contrary, he was more concerned about what happened to the woman named Yitian.

She must have been disappointed in me. The White King secretly thought to himself, he could see Yitian's sincerity, and the reason was not something he could guess, unlike that madman Gusol, who almost wrote his purpose on his face in words.

But of course, the difference in the White King's attitude towards the two is largely due to the huge difference in appearance.

"Shhh The sudden pain caused the White King to gasp, and he moved his muscles and bones again.

"I really didn't expect that guy to really have two hits. The White King exclaimed, the pain in his body had become smaller and smaller, and the broken bones had been completely repaired, and if it weren't for the tattered enough of his clothes, he even wondered if he was injured.

"Is this alchemy, so magical?" the tone of admiration could not help but extude, and the White King could not imagine that such a miraculous medicine could be made from the hands of that sloppy, dirty old man.

Bai Wang has lived in a basically isolated village since he was a child, and his perception of this world is not much different from that of a newborn baby, and every new thing can make him ponder for a long time, let alone the unfathomable alchemy.

He gradually walked to the place where the old man had opened the door before, and stretched out his hand to explore in the darkness, no matter what, it was important to escape from the enclosed space where the bird didn't. Suddenly, a cold touch spread from his fingertips throughout his body, making him feel like he was in an extremely cold ice cellar.

The White King hurriedly opened the iron door, and the suffocating coldness had already made him ignore the weight of the door.

"Whew. When he opened the door, it was still dark, but his soon-to-be-frozen thoughts did not allow him to think so much, so he hurriedly rushed out the door, and the white king spat out a big breath and half-knelt on the ground.

"What the hell is this!" the White King stiffened his neck and looked back at the unremarkable iron door, his eyes smeared with horror, "I just touched it." ”

The coldness of his body made him ignore the fading frost on his hands, and the White King slowly stood up and looked around.

Now he understood that the alchemist was like the merchants who used to come to their village to trade, except that the merchants only cared about money, and the alchemists were using your fears and your lives to fill their satisfaction.

"Don't think it's trying to scare me, old thing. The White King gritted his teeth and said, his voice didn't sound like a whisper, "You're just like that bastard of Gusor, you are both a virtue, one treats me as a work, and the other uses me to experiment, and you think I won't resist when you see that I can't make expressions on my face?"

Bai Wang patted the dust on his body, found himself in a corridor with a slight light, and spoke again, only this time his voice was very low, "It's not that I won't resist, I'm just waiting for an opportunity." ”

The White King looked at both sides of the corridor and saw that it was symmetrical, so he didn't think much about it and strode to the right.

Speaking of what the timing was, the White King didn't know, maybe Guthor yawned and he fell from the sky and escaped, or maybe when this perverted alchemist suddenly died, he could stride forward without any scruples, and he could only look forward to these things when he was weak now.

He walked through the cold door, and it was nothing more than him struggling through the narrow crack, suddenly squeezing into another crack a hair's wide, in the same situation, but at all filling the fire of hope in his heart with insignificant firewood.

"Hey, can you tell me how to play this?"

The sudden sound startled the White King, and following the source of the sound, there was a dilapidated cell.

"This one is really hard to play. ”

A pale face was close to the railing, and one hand gripped it tightly, and the bulging cyan veins seemed to be about to break the railing. In the yellowed candlelight, it was a hairless body, the upper half of the body was dripping with blood, and the white bones were everywhere, and the white king could not imagine how he had survived.

"What do you say······ What is it?" the white king did not panic, his eyes showed the excitement that only when he encountered something interesting, and he was very cooperative, looking intently at his right face, which was empty.

"This is it. This man took out a worn, yellow, decaying object in his left hand, and handed it to the White King, moving cautiously, and his slightly squinted eyes seemed to say: You have to help me finish it, or ······ You're going to be like me.

"Are you going to open it?" the White King played with a triangle made of several wooden strips, the structure was so ingenious that it seemed that it had to be opened in some way.

"Yes, yes. The man kept nodding, the blood stained on his body had dried up, and the emaciated appearance was a humanoid skeleton. "This headache has been bothering me for a long time, really long, and I feel like all I remember is it, and you must help me, help me, this poor man who can't open it. ”

The man's body trembled as if it were the convulsions of a dead corpse, two lines of blood-colored filth flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his pupils seemed to have been pierced by a spear with barbs, and the red was disgusting.

"Don't worry, I will. The White King replied, throwing it away, and the divine light of contempt radiated on the man's body, and the man's appearance with a glimmer of light in his eyes seemed to ignite the flame in his heart, the triangular lock was probably everything to him, and his flesh-and-blood body was his cold shackles.

"Come, you see. The White King motioned to the man, and there was an emotion called excitement surging in the man's eyes. "Sometimes things don't end in a way that is fixed and permanent. The White King said, ruthless and a little excited, and the spirit that crushed him was not more suffocating than ending a man's life.

"Violence tends to come more directly. ”

The white king's hand was lightly forced.

"Smack. ”

It was not loud, but it sounded to the poor man as if it were the first bell of the morning, and he woke up from a dream, and the 'whole memory' collapsed.

"Hahaha!" The White King laughed out loud for the first time in a long time, the firelight reflected his dull face dark orange red, and the White King understood that at a certain moment, a bridge of faith in the man's heart trembled and was built, but with a little force, the fragile one was like a candle flame beating by the wall.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

Countless maniacal laughter erupted from the darkness in front of the White King, and the firelight that followed illuminated everything.

What appeared was one cell after another, the same cell.

"It seems ······" Bai Wang rubbed his chin, and his lips and teeth were lightly opened to stuff his smile that he couldn't make, "My evaluation of that person's perversion is not wrong." ”

"Here, it's just one of him, abandoned poor experiments, giving them a false hope, and letting them live. The White King said.

Suddenly, a roar that penetrated deep into the soul pierced through layers of walls and pierced into the White King's eardrums.

"Get out of the way!"

The sound was mixed with the sound of the rushing wind, and the white king was stunned for a moment.

"I said it!

A figure flew into the White King's sight, and the White King knew that she was a woman, but through the veil of darkness, he could only know so much.

The two passed by, and Bai Wang could smell the heavy, mixed with frightened sweat with his sweat hair.

"Look at you, it's not going to make you any good. The White King scoffed and followed the roar.

"Look, let me say, it's not scary at all······"

"Goo-dong!"

The White King never thought that his saliva would be so loud, and he hurriedly turned back.

"Hey, I said, wait for me!"

His feet were like rabbits when he saw a dragon hunting, and he didn't dare to look at it again, and the silence of the cross in his body robbed him of his courage.

"As a girl, don't you know that beauty saves heroes!"