Boom! Boom! Boom!

The severed foot, which was gloomy, pale, and quite terrifying, was filled with wisps of black mist at the end of the severed end, and after being trapped by the "prisoner's chain", the soles of the feet "despaired" against the wall, as if there was some kind of consciousness, knowing that he could not escape, and banged into the pillars of the broken temple.

First the [Painter], then the [Orchid], and now the "feet" in front of him, Zheng Xiu did not doubt the status of the [Prisoner] above and below the other paths at the moment, and after temporarily ignoring this trick that fell out of thin air, Zheng Xiu asked the monk in wonder:

"This thing...... How do you get started? ”

Zheng Xiu used the word "start".

The monk smiled innocently, touched his bald head, and told a sad story.

During his journey, the monk passed through a village. After the village chief was kind-hearted and enthusiastically entertained the monk who seemed to be starving and dying, the monk noticed that the dilapidated door of one of the village houses was posted with the word "Xi" in red and glamorous, and a couple of talented and beautiful women were married for ten years and were about to get married Yan'er. It was a great joy, but the monk noticed that the prospective couple who were about to get married were full of sadness, and the bride did not seem to be married, but like a funeral, and the atmosphere in the village was gloomy.

The monk is not stupid and can see the clues. In order to repay the kindness of a meal, the monk stayed in the village to investigate. On the third day, the monk asked the reason, and it turned out that there was a famous flower thief nearby, who did not pick wild flowers or chicks, and singled out the "yellow flower young woman" who was about to become a woman but was only a shot at the door, which was extremely bad and angry and resentful. The monk road is uneven, he wants to raise his fist to help, to the wedding night, the flower picking wicked really attacked, the person walked like the wind, like a ghost, the monk fought with it for a few rounds, was knocked to the ground, fainted.

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu's face was shocked, and he couldn't help asking: "Should this fang be surnamed Xiao, and his name is uneven?" ”

"The little monk doesn't know." The monk didn't hear the ridicule and memories in Zheng Xiu's words, and shook his head seriously: "It's a shame to say that the little monk's cultivation is shallow, and it is difficult to defeat the wicked, and before he died, he didn't even see what he looked like. ”

"And how is this fang ambushed?"

Zheng Xiu wondered.

The monk smiled bitterly: "When the little monk woke up, he found that this fang had already swallowed his breath, and only one foot was left to kick on its own. In the dark, the foot Huo Ran was broken, the little monk's eyes were quick, and there was evil in his heart, there must be something strange, and he must not be allowed to go out again to harm other good women, so he pounced on it and held it down. The monk seemed to remember the danger of fighting wits and courage with the broken foot at that time, touched his bald head, and said with palpitations: "Later, the little monk did not disgrace his mission and finally won it." The little monk wanted to burn it with fire, but this severed foot was not afraid of cutting and burning with a knife, it was weird, and in the end he had no choice but to tie it up, avoid people's eyes and ears, take the no-man's road, go all the way to the north, and wait for the big brother to get together before making a decision. ”

The monk obviously didn't know that the severed foot, which was not afraid of cutting with a knife or being burned by fire, was the source and amplifier of thaumaturgy in the legend of the Inhuman - "Strange Thing". Such an evil thing monk was bent on not letting this broken foot harm others, so he tied himself all the way to carry it.

Zheng Xiu listened to the cause and effect of the monk's narration, but he listened to a loneliness. He thought for a moment and cautiously asked, "Could it be your ...... The hand of the devil? ”

When the monk heard this, he shook his head: "Definitely." The little monk asked 'them', and 'they' flatly denied it. The little monk thinks that 'they' will not deceive the little monk in this kind of thing. ”

Looking at the monk, Zheng Xiu knew that he couldn't ask more from the monk's mouth. Zheng Xiu refocused his attention on "broken feet", and suddenly, Zheng Xiu remembered what the cat said casually in Lu Zhenzhong, before he was attacked by four orchids at night:

[Have you ever thought that the 'tricks' you speak of, they were, and could have been, human beings? 】

After the joy, the mood calmed down, thinking of the cat's words, Zheng Xiu's heart inexplicably felt a chill.

These strangely shaped monsters, once upon a time, were they really people?

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and recalled once again that in the world in the painting, day after day, year after year, a hundred years.

In the past hundred years, the more Gongsun Mo painted, the thinner his body became, more and more rickety, and more and more ...... Like a pen.

At that time, Zheng Xiu thought of just "playing", but now combined with the words of the cat, as well as the true forms of several strange things he has seen, even if he can't accept the statement of the cat in his heart, it is difficult to refute it for a while.

"Even so......"

Zheng Xiu's mind was racing, and the "broken foot" trapped by the chains was still hurting himself against the pillar. No matter how the flower picker died, dying in front of the monk was really a little aggrieved, if he was conscious, Zheng Xiu could vaguely understand the despair in his heart.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the bone chain was dragged, and the broken foot was forcibly pulled in front of Zheng Xiu. The void in front of Zheng Xiu's palm was distorted, rippling and rippling, and he didn't even have a moment of struggle when he broke his foot, so he was taken into his heart prison and locked in a dark corner of his heart prison with [Painter].

Seeing Zheng Xiu "take away" the trick, the monk breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his chest, and grinned: "It is worthy of Brother Zheng." ”

"I owe you a favor."

"Brother Zheng, you are doing the right thing for heaven."

The monk waved his hand again and again, not daring to take credit. In his opinion, Zheng Xiu solved a hot hand for him. Using a knife to cut the hemp rope on his foot and wrist, the monk drank the remaining wild vegetable soup.

While the monk was drinking soup, Zheng Xiu opened the rift again.

This time, Zheng Xiu didn't dare to enter the Fengbei Station, but chose the "Time Demon Station".

In the dead of night, it was stretched out by a strange feeling, and Yin Qingqing, who was dressed in thin coolness, blushed in the darkness and snorted, opened her eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed. She quietly watched the Red King get out of her bed, lifted the veil, and quietly watched the Red King push the door out, quickly close the door, and twist the quilt with both hands, without saying a word the whole time.

It wasn't until after the Red King left that Yin Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief in the dark.

She thought it would be...

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That's it?

Yin Qingqing's heart was filled with a strange taste, I don't know whether it was loss or panic or dissatisfaction, in short, a faint sourness flooded into my heart, and the taste was varied, which could only be understood and indescribable.

Back and forth, Zheng Xiu took advantage of the convenience of the "glass body" to skillfully move around the various "post stations".

In the past, he didn't understand why a living person was judged as a "post station", and it was only at this time that Zheng Xiu understood why the "alien" was judged as a "post station".

It's addictive to get in and out of the station, to come and go.

Soon after Zheng Xiu returned from the monk's office, he issued an urgent order.

"Quick! The lord wants to have a supper! ”

"What? Late night snack at this time? ”

"Late night snack!"

"The master took the initiative to eat supper!"

"I'm hungry!"

"Why?"

"Is it?"

"What a lot of consumption!"

"Hiss......"

A large number of gasps and cool air sounded in the dark corners of the Red Palace, warming the absurd cool night.

Some people are clever and understand a little in their hearts, but they have not broken it, and it is all in self-evidentness.

"Get out! The lord wants to eat roast chicken in the middle of the night! ”

"The more you burn, the better!"

Someone got it.

As soon as the Red King moved, the whole house shook, and it was passed down layer by layer, and it was spread outside the Red King's Mansion.

In just a quarter of an hour, a hot roast chicken was packed and sent to the Red King's Mansion.

Carrying the freshly baked roast chicken, Zheng Xiu once again opened the passage to the monk's station, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Even if he walked a few paths now, and the prisoner incarnation had all the qualities, he couldn't make a roast chicken in a short period of time - unless he painted a chicken to fight hunger. Sure enough, the money ability is still the most unpretentious but practical ability among the many abilities, allowing him to do whatever he wants.

The monk is indeed so hungry these days that his eyes are blue, his face is glowing green, and he begins to drool when he smells the smell of roast chicken.

Soon a few catties of roast chicken were gnawed to the chicken skeleton, and Zheng Xiu proposed to let the monk go through the passage and return to the city quickly.

Ordinary people can't withstand the corrosive effects of filth, but Inhumans can't do it to some extent.

Fengbei didn't stay in the crack for long, and the burns on his body took a few days to heal. The monk walked the [ascetic], he once carried "Zheng Shan" barefoot to climb the snow-capped mountain, a pair of feet can still grow white flowers after the flesh is frozen, it can be seen that its healing ability has a unique feature. If it is a monk, even if there is no glazed body, it should not be a big problem to pass through the crack in a short time.

When the monk heard this, he thought about it, but shook his head: "Brother Zheng, I have seen and heard all the way, which has benefited the little monk a lot, and the little monk wants to use his own feet to complete this journey." ”

The monk's reply made Zheng Xiu not surprised at all, or this was the monk in his impression, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the monk was still a monk, and he didn't become anything else. Telling the monk to pay attention to safety, Zheng Xiu said goodbye to the monk and got out of Yin Qingqing's bed again.

Once again, the crack was opened, Yin Qingqing gritted her teeth and was silent, this time she didn't even open her eyes, what do you love about the Red King, she has obviously given up resistance.

Zheng Xiu was full of thoughts of the newly acquired trickery, and when he returned to the room, the first thing he did was to close the door tightly and enter the heart prison.

The corner of the heart prison is trapped by two things in chains, hanging in the corner and secretly poking and training. Zheng Xiu crossed Erlang's legs with a big grin, as if he had returned to his own home, looking at the severed foot of the evil sect.

Taking 10,000 steps back, the predecessor of the monster may have really been transformed by "people", but now that the deceased is like this, the monster is just a pure prop, or a piece of equipment that can make a thaumaturgist an inhuman, nothing more. Besides, Zheng Xiu still has doubts about the cat's statement, the "hand" of the [painter] and the "foot" of the unknown doorway look like a part of the human body, which is good. But what about the dead branch of the [orchid]? What part of the human body is it?

He saw orchids growing behind the four maids with his own eyes, and he was even hanging, smelling the fragrance of flowers, and tossing for a night, it was definitely not an illusion.

At the very least, Zheng Xiu felt that what the cat said was not all right.

Zheng Xiu didn't sleep all night, and the next day, the energetic Zheng Xiu whistled and summoned Qing Thirteen.

Compared with the "Door Path Diagram" that he and Feng Bei worked hard to perform, Zheng Xiu believes that the most appropriate image of "broken foot" is most likely the [Walking Foot] Doorway.

Among the people Zheng Xiu trusted, if there was anyone who was the most suitable, it was Qing Thirteen.

What Zheng Xiu never expected was that when Zheng Xiu mysteriously slapped his broken foot on the table, Qing 13 was silent for a while, and then took a few steps back, claiming to have quit smoking, he did not hesitate to take out a dry tobacco bar and light it, and smoked it in a big gulp.

Zheng Xiu thought that Qing Pi wanted to be quiet because he was excited, but he quickly revealed a look of disgust: "Qing Mou don't want it!" ”

Well?

Qing Shisan's reaction made Zheng Xiu not turn a corner for a while, but in the smoke, Qing Shisan's old face full of vicissitudes was visibly written with "I don't want it", which didn't look like he was joking or prevaricating and pretending to accept it again and again.

"You don't want to? Why? This is a great opportunity to become an alien in one fell swoop. ”

Zheng Xiu persuaded.

Qing 13 smiled, and the cloud was light: "Master, don't toss us, you don't know that we are careful, in the early years, Qing Mou was tired of fighting and killing, and occasionally made some efforts to go outside to find some fun for the master, but if you really become a stranger...... Tsk, don't say goodbye, if you really have that heart, Qing will not choose to be a 'foot'. ”

"Besides,"

As soon as Qing Shisan's voice turned, the window pushed open a gap, knocked the cigarette ash, sighed helplessly, and said: "'Xingjiao' doorway, Qing has gone a little wrong, and he has gone crooked." ”

Zheng Xiu's expression was solemn: "Gone crooked?" ”

"Yes," Qing 13 grinned with yellow teeth, "It's a little bit off, but it's not necessarily all bad." ”

After a pause, Qing Shisan winked at Zheng Xiu mysteriously: "Qing thinks that the master may need this thing more than Qing." ”

He seemed to know something.

Zheng Xiu has never had a showdown with his family, and he can use his avatar to go through many ways. But Zheng Xiu's inadvertent abilities, big horses and small ponies, Qing 13 vaguely guessed Zheng Xiu's specialness. After all, the painter and the kendo, these two points alone are by no means thaumaturgical manifestations that can be included in the same way.

When the words fell, Qing Shisan was afraid that Zheng Xiu would forcibly stuff the feet on the table to him, and he would run away without a trace.

Even the escape used thaumaturgy, which shows that Qing Shisan really dislikes it in his heart.

Finished.

Zheng Xiu looked at the empty room, the broken foot on the table was lying quietly, motionless, and the training overnight was quite effective. But Zheng Xiu was thinking at the moment: This is really a hot mountain!

You must know that taking a doorway is not as simple as "dinging" and directly filling up, just walking. Zheng Xiu is now going the deepest way is the [Painter] path, which is bumpy, only Zheng Xiu understands in his heart. He and Fengbei fell into cannibal painting, and lived in the painting for nearly two hundred years as Gongsun Mo, bearing the erosion of time, almost losing his heart, unpredictable, and exhausting his mind.

Moreover, now several incarnations of Zheng Xiu currently have their own cultivation directions. Zheng Shan walked the [painter], although the evil boy did not see the doorway, but the [physique] was exceptional, and he realized the "glass pure body", but he could wander in the cracks and filth, and he could not break it, and it was not impossible to reluctantly step into the [walking feet], but Zheng Xiu always felt weird and not very compatible; And Zheng Baimei's [knowledge] broke through the rules into [understanding], and entered the Tao with a sword, and the rules were even more incompatible with [walking feet]......

This hot hand made Zheng Xiu embarrassed, and he secretly had a headache.

There are a lot of tricks, and it's also a kind of annoyance.

Who else is around?

For a while, Zheng Xiu thought about it among the people he trusted, and he couldn't think of anyone who was suitable to become a [Xingjiao] alien.

Besides, what if it's not a foot?

The four maids became [Orchid] aliens, and there was a bit of a coincidence. Zheng Xiu didn't know what side effects would be if he forcibly combined a mortal with a strange thing and there was a situation where it was not "adaptable".

After all, the trick is not a risk-free thing.

"Wait."

Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly locked the door of the study, and after hanging the sign "Do not disturb the retreat of the Red King", he entered the heart prison with his thoughts.

With a wave of his hand, the parchment scroll hung in the void, followed by a blank parchment scroll.

Last time, when a new door was opened, the [Prisoner] was promoted, and Zheng Xiu got a blank character card, because he didn't think about it at the time, it has been shelved and has not been used.

"What if I created a ...... 'new Inhuman' out of thin air?"

Staring at the blank character card, Zheng Xiu muttered to himself, and inspiration poured out.

(End of chapter)