Painted skin.

A strange technique that matches the style of the boundary space-time painting that produced this fragment.

Wan Yi's impression of painted skin is only the ghost painted skin of Liaozhai Zhiwei, and a certain movie in which the heroine is a fox demon who uses painted skin to tempt her sweetheart. The impact of the picture when the heroine of the movie took off her human skin was quite strong on Wan Yi.

"So we've been able to do more scares?"

"Yay!"

"But at the beginning, the hostess in the movie looked like a monster under her skin, and we are still human when we take off our skin, and we feel that the impact is not so strong."

"Indeed, we are so handsome that we can't scare people by painting skin."

"Hmm...... Although we are all ourselves, I think this kind of narcissism is still a bit difficult to accept......"

"It's scary enough to take off the human skin, don't worry about that! Ontology, use it quickly! ”

The clones said excitedly.

Wan Yi said: "Since it is from that world, what is related to the painted skin is those leather cover worms." ”

"Indeed, the world is only a bug that can play with holsters."

"Good to open!"

"You'd better just say bugs."

Ignore unclear statements.

Wan Yi has actually always been interested in the production of skin sacs of those insects, after all, they don't seem to have much restriction on making skin sacs, as long as it is an animal.

The messenger accidentally touched the way, which was amazing.

However, Wan Yi still didn't use it immediately, but went to the theater.

As soon as I came up, I saw Red and the Demon Lord chatting as they looked at the debris piled up into a hill in the open space of the theater.

"The man has finally arrived." The demon lord looked at Wan Yidao.

"I'm sorry for you to wrap it up this time." Wan also thanked the Demon Lord.

"It's a trivial thing, after all, it's always tiresome to sleep at home every day, and it's good to be active occasionally. The ritual developed by the benevolent is indeed powerful, and the situation of the two projection summons is good at the moment. The Demon Lord waved his hand and smiled.

It's hard to imagine that this handsome uncle in front of him, who has a tough appearance and an easy-going tone, is a terrifying being who ate five hundred sacrifices that night and projected a part of his own body to descend.

This is also thanks to the help of benevolent people.

The sacrificial ritual was also researched by him after continuous attempts in cooperation with the benevolent people.

In the first version of the design, Wan Yi even danced with the doppelgangers, and the picture was very abstract. However, that version worked well in pleasing the object of the sacrifice, and the dignified demon lord almost died of laughter in the theater.

Fortunately, the benevolent humanity was not done too absolutely, and finally it was modified several times to become the current state.

He looked at the pile-up of debris in front of him.

"These are the pieces that I forcibly dug up after shattering that ship. At that time, it seemed that the line was still trying to resist...... I'm not sure because it feels a bit faint. The Demon Lord spread his hands.

Wan also began to check what the pile of debris was.

After a glance, it was not possible to discern in detail what the shadows in the fragments were.

This is also the dilemma of most homeless people, and the identification of fragments can only be vaguely inferred through the shadows in the fragments, but if the contents are too complicated, it is obvious that they cannot be recognized, and they can only be confirmed by looking for a complete person.

Wan Yi took a cursory look, and combined with the source of these fragments, it is not difficult to guess that these fragments should be related to the huge spaceship.

Some of them can be seen from looking at the outline of the spaceship, which probably belongs to the fragments of the spaceship, while some other things are very complicated, and even some of the fragments do not even have a specific image inside, and Wan also feels that he has touched the blind spot of his knowledge.

"Do you think the benevolent will know?" Wan also asked.

Rhett looked at the Demon Lord quietly and obediently.

The demon lord said: "People don't play the game of scientific immortal cultivation, and no matter how god sticks are, they won't come to this point." ”

Wan Yi nodded.

It's a bit of a strong man's hard time.

Although he felt that it was not particularly unacceptable for a white-robed benevolent Dao Bone Immortal to wear glasses to engage in scientific research, he still wanted to laugh a little when he thought of that picture.

"Let's keep it for now, and after I finish studying the situation of the Biren, I will take a closer look before deciding where to leave these fragments." Wan Yi said after rubbing the fragments in his hand.

After sweeping these fragments that may be of great value to the outside world into the corner of the theater, Wan Yi began to ask about Rhett's recent situation, Rhett has not changed much recently, but sometimes he will come to the theater to see when he is bored alone.

For him now, theater is probably his real second home.

Even though there may not be anyone when he comes up, he can read the stories of several seniors to understand their past.

Sometimes you can get some inspiration from it.

He's been reading the Demon Lord's script lately, and he's feeling very enjoyed.

After the three of them chatted for a while, Wan Yi and the demon lord said goodbye one after another.

Rhett was going to stay a little longer, so he picked up the black cover script of the demon lord again, sat in the first row of the audience and read it silently.

The only sound of the pages turning in the theater remained.

After a long time, the side door of the theater was opened.

A figure that is very strange to Red steps into the theater.

The other party was wearing a thin, ordinary and somewhat loose gray dress, which looked a little shabby, with many curled edges and damage, but what was revealed under the clothes was a solid muscle.

However, the other party's body shape is not as strong as the strong, and he looks very lean, and his neat short black hair is slightly curled at the ends, swaying gently as he walks.

But what impressed Rhett the most was his eyes.

His eyes were large compared to his round face, and his pupils were silvery-gray, which were very beautiful, and with the change of light, it seemed as if there were snowflakes flying in them.

I don't know the people in the play.

But according to Red's understanding, he could only be the one in the play before him, whose name is ...... Fokong.

There is no expression on the other side.,There's a very strong temperament that people don't approach.。

Red could feel the powerful spirit bursting out of the other party.

Strong qi and blood, the will to break through the extreme, in Rhett's worldview, there is no such human being seen at present. Even the first batch of righteous men who had undergone his careful training were no more than a good man in front of this person.

"Newcomer?" The other party came to a stop in front of Red, and his gaze swept over Red, making Red feel like he was being pierced, which was not very comfortable.

"Yes." Red nodded slightly.

"Nice sword intent, but not pure. However, gloomy blood can make up for some of the shortcomings in this regard. The other party said Rhett's situation in a few words.

Although, the indifferent tone and attitude are not very comfortable.

"I'm not grumpy enough to be judged by an unrelated person at the first meeting." Red closed the script, and the gentle temperament on his body suddenly changed to a sharp state, and the blood in his eyes looked a little gloomy.

If there are blood clans other than Azula who see Red in this state, they will basically tremble their knees and immediately kneel down and beg for mercy.

And the man in front of him just had a slight brightness in his eyes: "This looks a little more pleasing to the eye." ”

Red frowned slightly: "I'll apologize if I offend anything, I don't intend to add unnecessary conflicts." ”

"No, there's nothing wrong with you, it's just mine." The other party said, "I'm here to find the Demon Lord." ”

"He's just gone."

"Then it seems that I won't be able to wait for him for a while."

"Is there anything you're looking for him?"

"Challenge."

"Huh?"

Red was puzzled.

Challenge?

Is this word the result of a difference in the perception of the person in front of you, or is it the literal meaning of what Red understands?

In Rhett's understanding, this should not be a "challenge", but a "discussion" and "consultation".

Although it is very rude, even if the person in front of him is indeed strong, in Rhett's opinion, there is still a big gap with the demon lord.

Speaking of a challenge, Red can't see where the other party has the possibility of winning. With 100 years of experience, Red at least has some vision. If you want to take on the challenge, you should have some chance of winning.

"Do you have a bad relationship with the Demon Lord?" Red spoke out how he felt.

The man looked at him and was unmoved: "It's hard to say, but I hate him." ”

"Why?"

"You don't need to know." The man looked at him and said, "You have been instructed by him." ”

Red nodded.

"That's fine, I'll replace you."

"Please don't talk to yourself."

"You look very gentle, just to hide the beast in your blood." The other party said.

Red's eyes narrowed.

Obviously, in terms of eyesight alone, the other party is not bad at all.

"Well, it doesn't seem like all the people in the play are so easy to get along with." Red went to the bookshelf and placed the Demon Lord's script.

The two then walked together into the backstage of the theater.

"Have you ever gone all out in the theater?" Halfway, the other party asked out loud.

"Nope."

"That's right, so I'll take this opportunity to tell you. In the theater, you can do whatever you want, because all of us are immortal here. No matter how many times your body is shattered, you can get back up in the blink of an eye. The man said.

Red listened, but didn't reply.

But he really didn't know that.

"In addition, the backstage of the theater can change the scene according to our thoughts, although the real area will not be as large as it appears, but it can also imitate some special terrain or environment."

As he spoke, the man's fingers flicked, the air flow fluctuated, and a small force hit an inconspicuous lanyard in the air.

With the pull of the rope, the gloomy environment suddenly changed and became an empty street.

Rhett was surprised by the change and said, "Thanks for informing." ”

"No thanks, I just want you not to be too restrained for a while, otherwise it will end up boring."

The two stood still some distance apart.

"My name is Fokong." The man seemed to remember to introduce himself.

"Rhett Fidstone." Red also gave his name.

Then, he reached out and plunged directly into his flank, pulling out a crimson sword from his flesh, with a black hilt, entwined with ominous brambles, and adorned with blood-colored gems.

Fukong, on the other hand, is to spread the feet back and forth, one hand on the waist, the other hand raised forward, palm up.

The next moment, both of them disappeared at the same time.