There was an abnormal sense of distortion in the space, and in the blink of an eye, the scenery in Gu Bei's eyes changed.

Rust-eroded guardrails, lights that are on and off.

In the distance, the sound of "clang" echoed in the distance.

Gu Bei jumped off the platform with a silver-white suitcase, Chu Zihang followed with a tennis bag on his back, and the two stood on the railroad tracks one after the other.

The rain curtain was shaking, and a piece of gravel was washed down from the top by oozing water, wrapped in a drop of water and smashed towards Gu Bei.

Gu Bei stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but the small pebble suddenly cracked, and a thin bone-like thing stretched out from it, and then another one, as the fine bone stretched, a fan-like row of bones opened, as thin as a fly's leg, and a very thin membrane was adhered between the bones.

The stone actually grew wings and fluttered in an attempt to fly!

Gu Bei couldn't catch it, the scene in front of him surprised him inexplicably, and just as he was about to stretch out his hand again, the aspiring stone that was trying to fly suddenly hit the tunnel wall and shattered.

Then a bat-like thing suddenly rose from the debris, rose in a swoop and then accelerated suddenly, leaving a series of shadows in the air.

Gu Bei raised his head, and Chu Zihang also followed Gu Bei's gaze and looked up.

The sight is an ancient and beautiful rock with intricate patterns.

"Fossils? Marbled? ”

Chu Zihang's tone rarely carried a trace of surprise and incomprehension, but he instantly remembered where he was now.

This is the Nibelungen, the legendary land of the dead, a conjecture that only exists in the Kassel record and has not yet been confirmed.

In such a place, nothing is surprising what happens.

Gu Bei shook his head: "Marble won't turn into an assassination bat. ”

He stretched out his hand towards Chu Zihang, and there were many more blood marks on his palm, each of which was extremely fine and extremely small.

"It's ......"

Gu Bei pursed his lips and pointed to the top of his head.

Chu Zihang suddenly looked up and saw those rocks change.

The mysterious lines in the rock seem to wake up, and if you look closely, what are the "lines"?

It was clearly layers of bones that had been squeezed together!

Countless bone precipitates are intertwined, and the wingbones, sternums, and ribs that have been squeezed together by time are all awakening.

Layer by layer the bones peeled away, layer after layer of creatures revived, they were animal bones covered in a beautiful bronze sheen, like birds and reptiles with membranous wings, each one larger than the other.

Their wings are accompanied by sharp claws that are like human hands and nails as sharp as the thin blades of razors.

The scars on Gu Bei's hands were the price of trying to grasp the bone bird just now.

The mysterious patterns on the rock look beautiful, but they are actually woven by death.

Chu Zihang watched as more and more bone birds fell off the rocks, gathered in front of the air and levitated, the eyes of their skulls flashed with longing gold, as if a blind bear had seen honey.

Chu Zihang felt as if he had seen this thing before......

Chu Zihang's mind flashed, and he remembered, this thing is not some assassination bat in Gu Bei's mouth, this is a sickle!

Chu Zihang had learned the relevant content in the course of speech and spirituality in the preparatory class, Yan Ling Sickle, Yan Ling sequence 59, the effect is to enhance hearing, similar to radar, the field of speech and spirit is very large, it can bring back the amplified and accurate sound for the user, and can be used to judge the direction of the sound source within a certain range.

However, the weasel spirit is special compared to other spirits.

Generally speaking, the spirit of speech is to use "speech" to mobilize "spirit" to achieve a certain effect.

This effect may be elemental, it may be an enhancement, it may be a sensor, but without exception it is an ability imposed on the user of the spirit of speech.

But the scythe is different.

The spirit of words and the weasel are not controlled by the "spirit" itself, but by the monster born from the spirit.

That's right, the weasel is a spirit of words, and at the same time, it is also a real youkai.

The Weasel is a type of yokai in Koshinetsu, Japan, that appears in a whirlwind posture and attacks anyone it encounters with claws as sharp as a scythe.

Although the victim's skin was cut open for a long time, it did not feel pain at all.

Just like Gu Bei now.

At that time, "Kamatoa" did not have the name "Kamatoa", and it was not until later that Toriyama Shiyan depicted the form of "Kamatoa" in the "Yin no Chapter" in his painting "Drawing a Hundred Ghosts Night Walking".

It was a youkai that resembled a weasel, which became the source of the word "weasel".

Of course, this is nothing more than the perspective of ordinary people.

According to the Speech Spirit, Toriyama Shiyan is actually a B-level half-blood, and his Speech Spirit is named Yufeng, which appears as a pure wind, ranking No. 19 in the Speech Spirit Sequence List.

Then one day, Toriyama Shiyan had a whim, condensed a large amount of wind with his words and spirits, and then mixed it with the blood of the A-class half-breed and the blood of the weasel that came out of nowhere.

Don't ask why, that's what he did.

Then, after a series of strange processes, between the spirit and the flesh and blood, the youkai who can control the wind, the sickle is born.

It can be said that this is the first and only one, not from dragons, but from the spirit of speech created by humans themselves.

Although the source of the power is still the power of the dragon's blood, it is not a matter of fact, and the results of this research are enough to encourage the people of the time to devote themselves to deeper research.

Later, things were even more magical, the sickle born from the Toriyama Shiyan Speech Spirit, actually replaced the original Yufeng and became the new Toriyama Shiyan's new Speech Spirit.

Toriyama Shiyan gave it the name Kamato and painted him in his work.

And after the death of Toriyama Shiyan, his words and spirits mysteriously survived and became the ancestor of all the current sickle words and spirits.

Although Chu Zihang didn't know how sickles and half-breeds produced offspring, this did not prevent him from having an in-depth understanding of the weasels.

Unfortunately, whether it's the spirit of words or the legendary monster or the legendary youkai scythe, there is a bloodsucking in their living habits.

In other words, wild scythes are extremely aggressive.

Gu Bei, who was popularized by science, nodded: "So that's why you don't run away when you stand in a daze?" ”

Now Chu Zihang was being caught under his armpit, and the two of them swept through the tunnel like black light, and a large group of sickles chased after the two, obviously controlling the power of the wind, but they could never catch up with the Bei people who were running wildly with their loads.

Just kidding, during the Shilan Middle School Sports Day, a bunch of sports trainees couldn't outrun Gu Bei, who was holding a Steadicam.

That thing is eighty pounds, not much lighter than Chu Zihang.

By now the whole tunnel had become a playground for scythes, with thousands of bat-like shadows flashing in all directions, and they screamed sharply, like weeping and cheering.

Gu Bei grabbed the road and ran wildly, of course, it wasn't that he couldn't defeat the group of flying unknown creatures behind him, on the contrary, it was a very simple matter to solve them.

However, Gu Bei had a little concern.

There are too many on the other side, and wave after wave seems to be increasing endlessly, Gu Bei feels that even if he can kill it, it will take a lot of effort, and he may encounter something later, and it is really not wise to have losses in this kind of place.

So Gu Bei chose the most complete method.

Walk for the top.

Chu Zihang was transferred from his armpit to his shoulders by Gu Bei, but his posture did not change much, the standing posture he had maintained for many years was still very upright, and he was not bent because of Gu Bei's bumps, Gu Bei carried him like carrying a straight javelin.

Then Gu Bei had an idea.

He really threw Chu Zihang like a javelin, with his feet facing forward.

Chu Zihang had no sorrow or joy, adjusted his attitude and movements during the flight, and then plunged into the army of sickles like a real javelin.

In the next second, Jun Yan erupted!

The golden-red flames filled the entire tunnel in an instant, like a red peony that opened to the extreme, and continued to spew heat waves along the tunnel towards both ends.

The scythes around Chu Zihang turned into white mist in just an instant, and then under the impact of the flames and heat waves, large swaths of scythes lost their shape and turned into wisps of fresh wind.

The sickle closest to the outbreak point was not attacked by the fire, because it was too close to Chu Zihang's landing site, and Chu Zihang killed several nearby ones as soon as he landed.

Jun Yan only broke out for a moment, and when the momentum decreased slightly, Gu Bei rushed forward against the hot wind, stepping on the flames on the track and recklessly turning over a few lonely people who had escaped with two fists, and sending them and his own people in order.

Then he came to Chu Zihang's side and stretched out his thumb: "Senior brother cow!" ”

Chu Zihang lowered his head and looked down at the ground, it was obviously the second floor underground, but the rain fell through many obstacles, extinguishing the flames burning tightly on the ground.

Water is pouring in from all directions, rooftops, floors, passageways, vents, everything you can think of.

Chu Zihang was soaking wet, steaming from birds, like Teacher Kai who had just finished opening the eight doors.

Usually, Gu Bei doesn't think Chu Zihang is handsome, after all, his appearance is there, no matter how handsome he is, it is a matter of course.

But at this moment, Gu Bei suddenly felt that Chu Zihang was not a cool and would be a dead star.

"How can it be cultivated, it's too cheating to heat through the spirit of words and then evaporate the rainwater at a high temperature, right?"

Gu Bei, who used the Qimen Bureau to create an air barrier to prevent the rain from falling on his body, said.

Chu Zihang glanced at Gu Bei and ignored his tricks.

Gu Bei grabbed Chu Zihang's shoulder: "Senior brother, I didn't say you, don't just luck Qi before your demons are eliminated, it's very dangerous, protect yourself like just now, if it gets out of control, it's not you who will hurt it......"

Chu Zihang listened while looking around, and only after making sure that there was no sickle missing, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand that had been stuffed in the tennis bag was also withdrawn.

Then, the next instant.

The top collapsed with a bang, and the massive skeleton fell, tumbling in the air with a piercing scream.

The massive skeleton slowly spread its wings, groping its way to find its balance, and it flew up, a golden childlike light lit up in the depths of the silver-masked skull.

It has nine cervical vertebrae and nine skulls, each of which makes a different sound, some as graceful as a girl, some as hoarse as a crow, and some as high-pitched as a bell.

Her wings are also like giant scythes, and she is the king of the Weasel tribe, the Queen of the Weasels.

She uttered a mournful and joyful voice, as if she was grieving and angry at the loss of her people, and as if she was cheering for a meal that she had not seen in a long time.

Chu Zihang's expression tightened, his hand had just reached into the tennis bag, and before he could pull out the village rain, the silver-white light occupied all his field of vision.

Gu Bei pressed the switch with one hand, and the suitcase opened silkily, revealing the pure white alchemy weapon inside.

"Alchemy Sword: Fixed".

Gu Bei knocked from the Chen family, one of the five major families...... Deals.

Gu Bei carried the box with one hand, and the other hand he left touched the handle of the knife, he wanted to try the knife before entering here, but at present, only the Queen of the Weasel in front of him had the idea of letting him do it.

It's also more cost-effective.

Gu Bei tried to instill Qi into the formula, which was a little sluggish at first, but slowly became unimpeded.

Although the alchemy sword does not have a living spirit, it has the characteristic of being "alive", and they can learn and adapt to a certain extent, just like Chu Zihang's village rain, from the alchemy weapon that can only be used to cut people at the beginning, it has grown step by step to the sword that will not leave a trace of blood no matter how you cut it.

It's not very useful, but it's handsome.

But alas, it didn't work.

If the village rain falls into Gu Bei's hands, then Gu Bei will probably have to study where the rain from the village rain to refine the knife body comes from. It may also replenish the dwindling amount of water on the planet.

However, it is a pity that what Gu Bei has in his hands is not "Sustainable Water Resources, Village Rain", but "Hundred Refining Divine Soldiers and Prescriptions Across the Battlefield".

Qi flowed on the body of the knife, Gu Bei swung a knife, and the piercing white light lit up the entire tunnel in an instant, and then broke away from the blade and rushed towards the Weasel Empress.

The sword light is fleeting, and the empress turns into the wind in the sky the moment the sword light touches it, fragile like a child's graffiti on the canvas that will be erased at any time.

The light of the knife cut out by the determined party is the eraser.

Gu Bei weighed the Dingfang in his hand, his eyes swept from the tip of the knife to the hilt, obviously quite satisfied with the power of the Dingfang.

Chu Zihang quietly stuffed back the village rain that had been half pulled out of the tennis bag.

There was another rumbling sound from the depths of the tunnel, Gu Bei locked Dingfang back into his suitcase, and then stood side by side with Chu Zihang.

There was a loud rumbling sound from far and near, and the lights converged in the center of the tunnel, and a subway train was rushing towards it at an astonishing speed.

The light and strong wind were approaching, Gu Bei opened his eyes, feeling the majestic power of the steel machinery rushing towards him, and the spotlight was so bright that it seemed to burn his eyelids.

Chu Zihang's golden boy burned even more dazzlingly, and he carefully identified that it was really a subway.

The blazing steam spotlight lit up in front of their noses, but it stopped silently in front of them.

The rusted folded iron door slowly opened, and the carriage was still pitch black, waiting for the lost passengers.

Chu Zihang gave Gu Bei a look.

Gu Bei understood, made an OK, and then rushed to the subway first.

Chu Zihang: ...... I'm telling you to be careful, bastard!