Along the grass and hills, Lin Xin walked towards the windmill step by step. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sky was overcast, as if it had been painted with ink, and the black dirt on the ground was covered with countless grasses.

But these grasses give Lin Xin a feeling, as if it was fixed and transplanted from somewhere.

It's like sticking into the soil one by one.

He walked very hard, looking at his attribute bar from time to time, and his attributes did not change in the slightest.

"Since my strength attributes are all there, then the problem lies in this space. ”

Lin Xin suddenly stood and stopped, and then looked around carefully.

"If it's really pure gravity here that can suppress me to this level, then anything, everything, here, maybe ....."

He slowly crouched down, reached into the dirt under his feet, and dug hard.

Whew..

The black dirt was grabbed by his fingers.

The soil here is soft and loose.

Lin Xin looked at the black soil in his hand carefully and squinted his eyes.

Phew!

The black light flashed, and the black mud disappeared in an instant.

At the moment when he swallowed the black mud, Lin Xin suddenly felt that his whole body fell hard, as if his whole body was hung with a heavy iron lump.

He quickly glanced at his stats bar.

All the attribute items actually began to flicker violently. It's obviously a crazy climb.

"This flickering frequency..... Sure enough, I guessed correctly, the matter here, any piece of it has an extremely terrifying density. ”

A hint of joy flashed in Lin Xin's heart.

Now, even if he is crazy in the great universe, the energy he obtains is estimated to be devoured for hundreds of years before it is possible to increase the power of an attribute.

This kind of efficiency is still based on the premise that he can continue to devour every moment.

How many light-years does a galaxy span, and he just wants to swallow a galaxy completely, and it will take a long time to fly before he can cross most of the gaps in the middle to devour the stars.

In this way, Lin Xin spent most of his time on the road, and only a very small part of the time could be concentrated and devoured.

"And here, the density of matter is so large that it is far more convenient and easy than devouring it in the universe.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the bottom abyss. ”

Thinking of this, Lin Xin stood up, and his whole body slowly rose up.

There was a hissing behind him, and he slowly stretched out more than a dozen pairs of huge white wings, slowly flapping.

A pair of arms slowly stretched out from his back, and a huge black hole slowly expanded in front of his chest.

"Even if you can't get the original secret, coming to this place, just devouring it is enough to return to the roots. ”

Lin Xin stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

Rumble!!!

The black hole in his chest suddenly exerted force, and began to slowly and easily pull up the black mud on the ground around him.

The black mud floated slowly, very slowly.

With Lin Xin's current speed and strength, he was able to use the force field to float them up, and he had already used all his strength.

Countless black soil and black gray grass clippings began to fly into the black hole in Lin Xin's chest.

Slowly, he simply closed his eyes and carefully examined the changes in the attributes in his field of vision.

All of the improved attributes were automatically assigned to the four attributes by him.

Lin Xin stood in place, motionless.

Time passes slowly.

One day, two days.

January, two months.

One year, two years.....

Decade.... Century.....

Lin Xin's devouring speed is getting faster and faster, and it is becoming more and more terrifying.

The black earth around him, which used to be very slow, increased as his devouring speed increased over time.

Faster and faster, more and more urgent.

Like a vacuum cleaner, the black soil and grass around him were pulled and flew up, and instantly disappeared into the black hole in his chest.

And what surprised him even more was that the black soil and grass around here seemed to be devoured no matter how much they could swallow it.

He had just devoured some of the surrounding stuff, and soon the black soil and grass on the periphery spontaneously poured into the missing place.

"It's been too long, and even if it's a place where time and space are completely disconnected from the universe, there's a limit to how long I'll be able to stay here. ”

Lin Xin looked down at the silk thread on his wrist that changed colors.

At this time, only a small half of the silk thread was still left on the wrist, and the rest was gone.

"Let's go over and have a look. ”

Lin Xin glanced at his current attributes.

'Yang Shen - Kill 8.6d, Defense 8.3d, Dodge 7.1d, Constitution 7.4d, Free Attribute 2.1d.'

"So much has been added ....."

Lin Xin's devouring speed at this time was already much less labor-saving than before.

Although it was still very slow, the power of the Eight Dao Forces was enough to support him to move freely here.

He finally lifted his feet and walked slowly towards the windmill in the distance.

"Unlike the last time I was here, I was supposed to be here by chance for a short time or something.

As soon as the plane reacted here, I was kicked right away.

But now, it was me who took the initiative to get the key to enter here and took the initiative to come in, so what I enjoyed was the treatment of normal entrants here. ”

Along the hillside and hills, Lin Xin quickly approached the huge windmill.

The windmill spun and creaked.

Lin Xin looked up at the windmill blades, looked left and right, and then put away the ontological black hole that was constantly devouring.

Regain yourself to the ordinary body disguised as this life.

Reach out and gently push the door open.

Squeak ....

The wooden door of the windmill slowly opened.

There was a rapid squeezing sound from inside, which seemed to be the thin sound of a paintbrush rubbing against the paper.

The windmill is still full of frames, murals and drawing paper.

Large stacks of scattered drawing paper were thrown on the ground, and some of them still had footprints left on them.

A man with messy hair, gray clothes, and a pale complexion without a trace of blood was sitting on a large easel, scribbling frantically.

He painted a portrait, a portrait that was so blurry that he couldn't even see his facial features.

All the black and white line sketches are used.

Lin Xin stood at the door and looked at the painter carefully.

The other party didn't pay attention to him at all, but just drew his own by himself. You can't see the front either, only the back.

Lin Xin simply began to admire the many other picture frames hanging on the surrounding walls.

Each of these framed paintings is extremely real and grandiose.

It is as if the frame is a window, and with a gentle push of your hand, you can enter the world of the painting.

He walked over to a landscape painting.

Inside, between the green mountains and green waters, there are many small people walking around with bamboo baskets on their backs.

Lin Xin stretched out his hand and touched it gently, and the canvas was as smooth and cold as glass.

Lin Xin turned his head to look at the painter, and suddenly thought that the last time he came, he saw the moment the painter turned around, and then he broke off.

This time, you should be able to see what the artist's front looks like.

Curiosity rose in his heart, and he slowly walked towards the painter, preparing to go around from the side to see the true face of this man.

"I advise you not to do that. ”

A faint but cold woman's voice sounded from behind him.

Lin Xin turned around and saw the translucent woman in the white dress who had appeared before, standing at the door staring at him.

The woman's eye sockets were deep-set, and the eyeballs bulged outward, and they were very large, like two dead fish eyes.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole. It's like a gust of wind can blow her down.

"Who are you?" Lin Xin directly used his spiritual power to convey his meaning, just as the other party had done before.

"I'm one of the losers, but I'm not reconciled. So wait for the opportunity here. ”

The woman replied bluntly.

"What chance?"

"Waiting for a chance for me to start over. ”

Lin Xin looked at her, and then at the painter.

"Do you know who he is?"

He asked the woman.

"He's a painter, a being who doesn't know what exists. ”

The woman said lightly.

"You didn't say that. Lin Xin smiled.

"I'm here to save you, and if you really want to see the artist's face, you'll be teleported out of here in an instant. I will never get a chance to come in again.

This is where the opportunity to step into the primordial is, no matter what way you get in, and in the end, you can successfully break through, and you have truly entered that realm. The woman explained.

"The original chance?"

Lin Xin repeated.

"You don't know, you don't know anything, you dare to come in here?" the woman was slightly stunned.

Then she came back to her senses.

"Then let's make a deal, as long as you can help me do something, I'll tell you how to feel the original. ”

"What's the matter?"

Lin Xin also knew that he hadn't figured anything out, so he came in. But since the other party has this transaction plan, he also pushes the boat with the flow.

"If you can find a colorful painting of a snake with a human head here, take it out and give it to me. I'll tell you how to find opportunities here.

You don't even know what form of chance is now, no matter how much you look for it..."

Suddenly, the woman's voice stopped.

Lin Xin hadn't finished listening, and suddenly looked at her suspiciously.

"How...."

Hush....

The woman's face changed, and she quickly stretched out her finger to her lips to stop Lin Xin from speaking.

The two of them fell silent for a moment. There was only the rustle of the painter's frenzied smearing.

Waited for a while.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you hear...?that wailing, terrible cry...."

"Nope. ”

Lin Xin shook his head.

"Yes... You can't see anything at all... I can't hear anything....." the woman muttered as her eyes began to look a little blank again.

"Where did you just go?"

Lin Xin hurriedly asked.

"Speaking of.... Forehead.... Help me find a painting.... My paintings.... Where's my drawing?"

The woman's expression became dazed, and she took a few steps forward, stepping into the windmill.

Then, gone.

disappeared right under Lin Xin's nose.

Everything was completely quiet again, except for the sound of the painter constantly painting.

"How do you feel, it's a little similar to Youfu...."

A hint of familiarity suddenly flashed in Lin Xin's heart.

For him, the secluded mansion has always been mysterious.

Whether it's the fight you entered when you were young, or the wreckage of those things you see when you dive to the bottom of the River Styx.

The real details of the secluded mansion have changed again and again in his heart.

He glanced at the artist. After thinking about it, I began to look for the painting.

"The head of the snake ...."

There are a lot of paintings in the windmill.

What made Lin Xin feel most troublesome and weird was that every time he took his eyes off a painting, and when he looked at the painting again later, the content on it was completely different.