Storms, lightning and thunder.

Not knowing what happened, the phone had no signal at all.

So I can't order takeout.

Martial arts hall.

Three bowls of noodles sit on a small low wooden table.

The noodles were boiled in water, sprinkled with salt, and nothing else.

"You're going to eat this at noon?"

Wu Xiaode sat on the pony and looked at the sea bowl in front of him.

"No, you're here today, so we added eggs." Qian Kuiming used chopsticks to pick open the noodles, revealing the poached egg underneath.

Xiao Shi looked at the steaming egg and swallowed.

"Nothing else?" Wu Xiaode asked.

Qian Mingkui took out a jar of shrimp paste and put it on the table, and said, "Dish." ”

"Okay......"

Then eat it.

Wu Xiaode picked up a bowl of noodles, picked a few, and slowly sucked them into his mouth.

"Well, Xiao Shi cooked well." He praised.

Xiao Shi smiled at him.

"Elder Wu, was that vision in the sky slashed out by your sword?" Qian Mingkui asked cautiously.

"Hahaha, old money, you have also lived a handful of years, do you think I look like an immortal? Do I have the ability to still mix in the world? Wu Xiaode laughed.

Qian Mingkui nodded and said, "I also said, it's unlikely." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief and began to eat his noodles.

Xiao Shi even ate and didn't speak at all.

Wu Xiaode looked at the pouring rain outside, his eyes flashed, and he fell on the Book of the Dead.

I saw rows of small words of ice crystals floating still:

"The ancestral spirit borrowed your body to perform the first form of 'Walking Alone in the Wind and Snow', 'Jun buries the mud and bones under the spring'."

"Your comprehension of swordsmanship has deepened."

"Special Reminder:"

"It takes at least 15 soul power to cast 'Jun Buried in the Spring and Mud Bone', and the second type 'I send the world full of snow' requires 30 soul power."

Wu Xiaode retracted his gaze.

30 soul power!

The maximum amount of soul power is now 10.

It takes at least three times the soul power to be able to perform such a sword!

Don't think about it anytime soon.

Keep your feet on the ground, seize the remaining six days, and hurry up to improve your soul power.

In addition to this, there is actually an extremely important thing.

Publish a commission!

With Wu Xiaode's thoughts, the thick book with a black cover was quietly opened, revealing a line of small ice crystal characters:

"Please find a quiet and uninhabited place where the book can be commissioned on the wall."

Wu Xiaode finished eating the noodles in two bites, put down the bowl, and asked, "Old Qian, has my room been cleaned up?" ”

"Ah, it's cleaned up." Qian Mingkui hurriedly said.

"So fast?"

"Originally, it was empty, just get the bed and mattress together, it's the place for former students - if you have household appliances, you have to wait until the weather is sunny to buy."

"Give me the key to the house, I'll go get some rest."

"Holo."

Wu Xiaode took the key, pushed the door and entered the house.

in the room.

Wu Xiaode touched the quilt on the bed.

The duvet cover is new and smells of sunburning.

The room was clean.

This is the fruit of Xiao Shi's labor.

Wu Xiaode was very satisfied, so he simply stood in place and said, "It's okay, let's start here." ”

The Book of the Dead floating in mid-air shook slightly.

A misty white mist emanated from the black-covered mysterious book.

Soon, the whole room was foggy, and it was no longer possible to see everything around me.

The world seems to have disappeared.

Wu Xiaode turned sideways slightly and looked not far away.

At some point, a dilapidated wall quietly appeared in view.

The walls are plastered with various strips of paper, each emitting a completely different bizarre fluctuation.

May the wall!

Wu Xiaode looked at the wall and saw a blank note in the center of the wall.

This is an opportunity to publish the commission after completing the commission.

"Come!"

He said softly.

The blank note fell off the wall and fell into his hand.

Yesterday, I was in a hurry to find Xia Huilan, so I found the spirit of the crow.

Today's commission is to find a way to save yourself.

"I'm in the mouth of the cyclops, it's about to eat me, who can save me from the doom of death?"

"As for the pay—"

"I can pay eight soul power."

With Wu Xiaode's thoughts, lines of small words quietly appeared on the note.

Wu Xiaode read it and felt that there was no problem, so he glued the note back to the wish wall.

Waited a few breaths.

The note was silent.

Wu Xiaode did not give up and continued to wait.

Time passes slowly.

After a full ten minutes, the note remained still, but the Book of the Dead was spread out, revealing lines of small ice crystal print:

"The cyclops are mythical monsters, and no spirit wants to offend it for the sake of eight points of soul power, or even put themselves in danger."

"You need to change the order content."

"Only once."

"If there is still no spirit to accept the content of the commission you replaced, the commission for today will be invalid."

The note full of small characters fell from the wish wall and fell back into Wu Xiaode's hand.

It became a blank slate.

Wu Xiaode looked at this note and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Oh, yes.

In the cave of death, the one-eyed giant himself said:

"For countless years, few of you low-level species have dared to fight me except to escape, and even if they do, they can't catch my move, let alone hit me, O ants, you are as humble and ridiculous as dust."

- No one is its opponent!

I even wanted to escape from it?

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes and gently rubbed his temples, trying to keep his emotions calm.

Yes.

It's true that no one is its opponent, but didn't you slap it yourself?

It's not completely flawless.

The Book of the Dead also says that just eight points of soul power is really unattractive.

Pity......

I don't have anything decent to come up with, and I can take it out as a reward for commissioning.

Wait a minute!

Wu Xiaode suddenly remembered something.

"Add me a picture of my current situation." He spoke.

Lines of small ice crystal characters suddenly appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"Ability Lord: Wu Xiaode."

"Soul power: 8/8."

"Merit: 1."

"Ancient Martial Arts School: Iron Fist."

"Knowledge:" Type 92025 Advanced Humanoid Fighting Machine Curved Bearing Design Style and Modification, No. 92025 Petri Dish Operation Guide, Basic Knowledge of 92025 Humanoid Fighting Machine. ”

"Knife Technique: Walking Alone in the Wind and Snow (When you fight with a knife, this knife technique will continue to improve your sword skills. ）”

After eating noodles and resting for a while, the soul power rose back.

But more important is merit.

Wu Xiaode saw the word "merit" at a glance.

I remember that when I received this merit, the Book of the Dead gave a special explanation:

"Merit is an extremely rare invisible power, it doesn't drive moves like soul power, but it is the threshold for many things."

"You can use it when you publish an order in the future."

Rare!

What does rare mean?

Expensive!

Wu Xiaode cheered up, walked back and forth in the mist with a note in his hand, and only then did he speak:

"I'm in the mouth of the cyclops, how can I escape with my current condition and state?"

"Reward: Eight points of soul power, one point of merit."

As Wu Xiaode recounted, lines of small words quietly appeared on the note.

Come on!

Wu Xiaode re-attached it to the wishing wall, took a few steps back, and waited quietly.

- This time, I didn't let the spirit come out to help.

And just to ask.

That's not too much.

As long as you answer your own question, you can take 1 merit!

Think about it from another perspective, if you are a certain big man, one day you will look down on the world and find that as long as you say a word, you will have merit.

Don't say it in vain!

There are two important points here, one is that merit is really as precious as the Book of the Dead says.

The second one......

"The Book of the Dead, no one will use lies to deceive merit, right?" Wu Xiaode asked worriedly.

A line of small ice crystal letters quietly appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"May the commission on the wall follow the law of cause and effect, and once it is falsified, cause and effect are not established, and merit cannot be obtained."

Wu Xiaode put his mind at ease.

He wasn't too worried about the fact that no one would take the commission.

That's it.

No amount of stuff can be taken out on your own.

If this does not attract powerful spirits to answer the question, you will have to accept your fate.

"Come on...... Who's going to help me out of my troubles......"

Wu Xiaode said softly.

He stared at the note on the wall.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

The note was blown by the wind, and it flew off the wall, and soon disappeared.

A line of small ice crystal letters appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"The commission has been accepted."

"Please wait."

Accepted!

Wu Xiaode's heart was shocked.

With the body of an ant like himself, facing that cyclops, it is almost a certain death situation.

Not to mention that he is still in the other person's mouth.

- There really are people who know how to deal with it!

In the next moment, a line of small words suddenly appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"It's coming!"

In the endless mist, an incomparably holy light suddenly fell from the sky and was suddenly reflected on Wu Xiaode.

Under the light of this holy mang, Wu Xiaode only felt that his body seemed to become transparent, and he could see clearly by some kind of existence in the depths of the sky.

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"It's hard...... With your strength, it is almost impossible to contend with the legendary one of the gods and demons......"

"Who dares to be easily contaminated with the things of fate? Who would dare to speak for you? ”

"That is, I, I have some grudges against it in the past, and there is something very interesting in this matter."

"It doesn't hurt to tell you."

"Listen, I'll just say it once:"

"You have to think carefully about why you were able to avoid your destined death, and then get back the deepest thought in your heart."

"Get that thought back, and your fate will begin to change!"