Chapter Twenty-Three: The Demon Kiln? Rice tank?
"Qi Mansion? Over here? ”
In a few flickers, Wang Zijia stopped in front of a wealthy compound.
This is a standard classical courtyard, which seems to occupy a huge area, with a pair of stone lions in front of the door, arching and guarding the double open gate, showing the mundane tradition, like a royal palace.
Standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the gate, Wang Zijia clearly felt that the fluctuations that made him irritable were spreading from here, as if they were driving him away, or driving him away from this [kind] existence.
And because of the contact with this place, the inner qi becomes very active, and the sense of pleasure rises from the bottom of the heart.
The two contradictory emotions were entangled at the same time, making Wang Zijia frown.
After looking at it for a while, Wang Zijia was about to climb into the courtyard to investigate, but he only took a few steps forward, as if something had been triggered.
"Squeak!"
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and a middle-aged doorman walked out, with a blank face and no expression.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia immediately took two steps forward and accosted: "This fellow Daoist, your mansion has been ······ in the past two days."
The middle-aged doorman who opened the door also seemed to be walking towards Wang Zijia, and he spoke almost at the same time as Wang Zijia: "Evil barrier, get out of here, this is not the place you should come!" ”
Wang Zijia was stunned when he was reprimanded, and his mind became a little more irritable, and the intention of driving away was almost solid.
Evil creature?
Say me?
Is this treating me like a polluter?
Before he could argue, as Wang Zijia and the two approached, Wang Zijia's internal qi became more and more active. And because of this reprimand, it seems that something has been activated, and the internal qi beats slightly, and the body automatically protects itself.
With the vigorous true qi, a cold aura was seduced out of the guard's body by the true qi, and it sank into Wang Zijia's body like lightning.
"Bump!"
The doorman, who was still menacing a moment ago, fell directly down with his breath out of his body, extremely suddenly.
"What the hell!"
"This man is also a polluter? No, wasn't it possible to extract the seeds of the living before? ”
The sudden change did not make Wang Zijia stunned.
The experience of these two nights has made him form an instinct, once he senses something wrong entering his body, he will immediately hide in the sea of knowledge to take a look first.
Weight: Evil Yuan
Status: Contaminating
Value: 11
Introduction: When the newborn [Sin] Demon is conceived, there will be a certain amount of evil element that will automatically spread, erode, enslave the surrounding mortals, and implicitly drive away the same kind, quietly forming a strange domain.
Looking at the weight in front of him, Wang Zijia was stunned.
Isn't it the evil seed from before?
A newborn demon?
That sheepshead two nights ago?
There's still one in town that's in the making?
The thought flashed, and Wang Zijia, who wanted to run away, looked at the words [when pregnant], and his eyes flashed.
"Let's see if there's a cheap pick-up, but if it's wrong, run away. Anyway, pollution is food for me! ”
After making a decision, Wang Zijia exchanged the weight for cultivation and withdrew from Zhihai.
took two steps forward, carefully checked the doorman, and finally understood why the true qi could extract the other party's pollution!
I saw the doorman on the ground, the other side was pale at the moment, his whole body was stiff, and there were even hidden corpse spots, obviously he had been dead for at least two days!
But Wang Zijia remembered very clearly that the other party was a living person just now, and there was nothing abnormal except for some Mu Ran.
Evil Yuan?
Looking up at the half-open gate in front of him, he didn't hesitate any longer, and cautiously walked towards the courtyard.
After entering the gate, Wang Zijia found that this courtyard was not like a palace at all, it was a replica of the layout of the ordinary palace.
Before he could go deeper, another doorman suddenly appeared in front of Wang Zijia.
"Hindrance, leave ······"
This time, because Wang Zijia was cautious, he had been actively stimulating his true qi, and before the other party finished speaking, the evil yuan who maintained his actions took the initiative to rush towards Wang Zijia.
It seems that after two nights, a cycle of enchantment and whitewashing, Wang Zijia's true anger has become more and more wrong. Like a gentleman with deep addiction (harmony), he longs to fall into the devil and become evil.
And this kind of aura also has an attraction to sin, and you may even think that he is the same kind. It has the taste of a traitorous (and) husband (harmonious) woman.
Moreover, this evil element pollution is even more terrifying than the previous evil seed pollution, and his innate true qi is more positive, and he almost takes the initiative to give him a hug.
Wang Zijia skillfully exchanged the weights, and looked at the corpse of the doorman who fell to the ground without effort, with a strange expression.
It seems that he didn't enter the magic kiln, but fell into the rice vat?
After a little hesitation, he jumped onto the roof of a room not far away and looked at the entire mansion.
I saw the figures in the courtyard swimming, the maids carrying lanterns, the patrolling guards, and the busy servants, all of which constituted a very harmonious night scene of the mortal palace, without the slightest abnormality.
But after experiencing the strangeness of the two doormen, Wang Zijia looked carefully for a while and found a problem.
The people of the entire palace compound are all running according to the established pattern. It looks normal, but if you look at it for a quarter of an hour, you know that it's all in a loop.
It's like a fixed scene, a dynamic painting, or a playground.
That's right, it's a game scene!
It's like those online games in the previous life, and those scenes that didn't have players to enter, which probably works like this.
And the two guards just now suddenly took the initiative to drive him away because Wang Zijia triggered a certain mechanism!
"Is it in the making? In that case, let's try to attract blame? ”
Looking at the moving dolls, Wang Zijia thought for a moment and began to act.
Floated down, walked towards the depths of the courtyard, and at the same time exerted his true qi with all his might, forming a slight wave of qi on the surface of his body, and trying his best to let himself 'show off his flowers'!
"Evil Obstacle ······"
As Wang Zijia attracted the first wave of guards, seven or eight teams of guards in the entire park moved at the same time, rushing towards Wang Zijia, so scared that Wang Zijia almost turned his head and ran away.
"Knock... Knock..."
Fortunately, all the guards, within five meters of him, would have a cold aura flying out of their bodies, and then they all fell down softly and became a dead man.
In a moment, the guards of the entire courtyard all fell beside Wang Zijia, forming a small pile of corpses.
Wang Zijia hid in the sea of knowledge, looking at the growing weights, and felt a little strange in his heart.
It's wrong to farm dungeons like this, right?
Weight: Evil Yuan Demon Qi
Status: Contaminating
Value: 343
Introduction: Everyone [life] is the same kind of you, but you bully the dog-legged guards who have not yet become a baby, and the developing babies are robbed, you are really ambitious!
Looking at the hundreds of values that were inexplicably picked up for nothing, Wang Zijia was overjoyed!
After all, to make money, it is enough to make a small number of cards, and the five hundred value piled up to Dacheng will only increase the success rate of more than one percent, which is not cost-effective!
And the True Qi Cultivation can not only add the power of self-preservation now, but also can be replaced with Mana Cultivation when you have a spiritual root later.
Cultivation for: Congenital (538/?) )
Exercise: Latent
Martial arts: Nineteen slashes with a dragon short knife
Spell: Rune Paper Making (Xiaocheng 516/1000)
More than 500 years of skill!
Wang Zijia felt the surging true qi in his body, and with a happy face, he withdrew from Zhihai.