Dingdingding......

The sound of hammers striking metal echoed in the shed.

The bellows were pulled and whirred, and the blazing flames whistled and rose again and again, erupting into a scorching breath and scattering in all directions.

Shirtless adult villagers stood in front of the anvil, striking the metal embryo in front of them so hard that every time the hammer fell, a large canopy of sparks burst out.

The gray-haired old man walked slowly through the shed with his hands behind his back, constantly pointing out the fallacies of someone's movements.

At this time, Zhou Zhen held a hammer in his left hand and a brick in his right hand, looking at the cold anvil in front of him, and kept trying to recall it in his heart.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't remember what I was going to do next, except for striking iron.

He gradually frowned, this feeling is very familiar!

It's like you've been through it many times!

After being dazed for a moment, Zhou Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked to the side.

Standing next to him was an adult villager covered in sweat, who was thin and yellow-skinned, and looked like he had been malnourished for a long time, but at the moment his face was red and his eyes were shining, and he looked very excited.

He raised a heavy hammer high and smashed it against a piece of embryonic ware resembling a hoe on the anvil.

The prototype that resembles a hoe is only in its initial shape, and its final form cannot be fully determined, its texture looks very unique, first of all, it must be metal, but if you look closely, you can see that it is not ordinary metal.

The overall appearance is matte silvery-white, but it is not silver, and the surface has inconspicuous fine patterns, which looks dense and calm.

Zhou Zhen's eyes were immediately attracted by this special material, and after carefully distinguishing it, he quickly recognized that this metal ...... It is a special alloy for riot mechs!

How could this simple, almost primitive blacksmith shop be able to make such an alloy?!

Zhou Zhen's brows furrowed even tighter, he couldn't remember why he was here now.

But the knowledge about the compatible, I haven't forgotten at all.

This particular alloy is not a product of this era at all!

At this time, the gray-haired old man had already turned the entire shed, turned around, and suddenly saw Zhou Zhen standing in front of the anvil in a daze, without moving, the old man immediately urged: "Bo Yan, what are you doing?" ”

"Hurry up!"

The old man's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it were some kind of high-priority order, which made it impossible to disobey or resist.

The moment Zhou Zhen heard these words, his thinking suddenly became confused, his eyes were scattered, and he picked up the brick and put it on the anvil in a bit of a daze......

Clang!!!

There was a crisp sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Zhou Zhen's head suddenly felt a violent colic.

In an instant, all the lost, obscurant, and neglected memories came back to his mind like a flood of bursting banks.

He remembered that he followed the "Nine-Tailed Fox" from Qingquan Valley to enter the space-time tunnel......

I remembered that I had crossed into a child in ragged clothes and hungry, lying in a thin-skinned coffin......

Halfway through, it seems that someone knocked on his coffin outside......

He still remembered that he had put the bricks in his pillow in order to see the situation outside...... No, he pulled the skull out of his head and held it out of the coffin to observe.

And then......

And also......

It was cold inside the coffin, as if in an ice cellar; The outside of the coffin, colder!

It wasn't until he ran to the village chief's house, smashed the village chief's youngest son Ji Li, knocked him to the ground, stuffed his skull into Ji Li's head, and used the other party's body, that he recovered part of his "digital energy......

Next......

And then ......

In addition, when he came to the blacksmith shop just now, he met "Ares", the other party wanted something in his hand, he thought it was a worthless brick, but in fact, the other party wanted his skull!

Including now, he is practicing striking iron, and so is hammering......

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen woke up suddenly, he looked intently, and found that he was being placed on a dusty, cold anvil, and the whole person seemed to be imprisoned by a powerful invisible force, unable to move at all.

In front of him stood a child dressed in tatters, whose thin arms protruded from his rotten sleeves, his skin was frozen and blue, his young face was now wrinkled, and his whole head was shriveled down as if it had no bones, and in the orange firelight, it was like the fruit left in the treetops of the persimmon tree in the courtyard of the village chief's house.

This kid is none other than "Bo Ya"!

He has been using the body since he entered here!

At this moment, Bo Yan held a hammer in his hand, slammed it into the air, and was smashing it down on the top of his head.

Clang!

The hammer slammed into Zhou Zhen's head, and he suddenly felt another sting pain in his head.

Fortunately, the part of the "digital energy" he recovered helped him offset most of the impact.

In addition, Bo Qian's own strength is not great, although this blow was painful, it did not make Zhou Zhen directly lose consciousness, and he could still think normally.

Zhou Zhen's heart shook violently, and he immediately mobilized his eyes to observe the surroundings.

Since he was only a skull now, his field of vision was very limited, and he could only see a few adult villagers next to him who were also striking iron.

These villagers were all reflected in the firelight, red, plated with a layer of false blood, and their bodies, which looked normal just now, were all deeply shriveled at this moment, as if they were a frozen pear in the Northeast that had been sucked dry, and the human skin without bone support was twisted into shape.

They themselves didn't seem to feel anything wrong at all, and continued to hammer the iron.

Dingdingding...... Dingdingding......

The sound of dense banging, accompanied by the splashing sparks of the canopy, scurried all over the shed.

On the anvil in front of them, what was placed was not the alloy that Zhou Zhen had just seen, but the bones of these people themselves.

Skull, leg bones, hip bones, hip bones, ......

The bones of each part are quietly placed on the anvil, forcibly fixed by iron tongs, waiting for the ruthless fall of the hammer.

Clang!

At this time, the hammer hit Zhou Zhen's head for the third time.

The familiar sharp pain came again, and Zhou Zhen felt that his "digital energy" had bottomed out in an instant, and a hair-like crack immediately appeared on the pale skull.

A strong anger suddenly appeared in Zhou Zhen's heart, and at the same time, dense numbers began to flow from the crack on his skull.

The numbers converged and piled up, like a pitch-black liquid, and after quickly overflowing cracks, they did not drip towards the anvil and the ground like ordinary liquid, but climbed up the entire skull in defiance of gravity, quickly covering the skull completely, as if a new and strange skin was quickly generated on top of this bone.

Clang!!!

The child, whose head was shriveled and was like a persimmon reflected by the blazing fire, raised his hammer and hit Zhou Zhen's skull for the fourth time.

The cracks in the skull widened further, and countless numbers surged out in an instant, as if the floodgates had been opened.

The child raised the hammer again and smashed it into Zhou Zhen's skull for the fifth time.

Bang!

This time, as soon as the hammer fell, it was firmly blocked in mid-air by an arm that was completely composed of numbers!

This digital arm, condensed with an unknown number of wriggling figures, is full of thrilling and terrifying energy, and the other end of the arm comes from the crack in the skull, which looks grotesque and terrifying.

In the cracks of the skull, numbers are still flowing.

The figures completely covered the skull, and then rolled down the skull, and in the blink of an eye, the numbers outlined a body and quickly gave birth to limbs centered on the torso.

With just a snap of his fingers, a humanoid silhouette composed entirely of numbers stood up from the anvil.

Click!

Zhou Zhen's arm blocking the hammer exerted a slight force, and instantly pinched the entire hammer into powder.

"The energy is finally all restored!"

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Yue's blacksmith shop.

Squeak!

The courtyard door opened, and the cymbals sent No. 127 out.

No. 127 carried a large, half-worn basket full of all kinds of brand-new farm tools, hoes, sickles, and nail rakes...... Each one of them is cold and sharp.

They filled this big basket like a good harvest.

"Yue cymbals, thank you very much." No. 127 stood at the gate of the courtyard and said to Yue Cymbals, "The account is owed first, and I will send you the things I said will be sent to you when I go back." ”

Yue cymbal nodded indifferently: "Folks, just send it when you are free, and take it in three or five days." ”

The two exchanged a few words, and No. 127 walked out of the courtyard, and before he took two steps, he heard the movement of Yue cymbals closing the courtyard door behind him.

He didn't look back, but walked forward quickly, preparing to find Team Liao and other colleagues as soon as possible, and immediately divide these equipment to increase the combat effectiveness of the official ghost team.

Click, click, click......

There was no one in the village now, No. 127 was carrying a big basket on his back, walking alone in the empty alleys, and as he walked, he suddenly felt that the farm tools on his back were getting lighter and lighter, as if they didn't exist at all.

No. 127 suddenly felt a little strange, he didn't have "digital energy" now, and he used a body that was in a very bad state, carrying such a basket of farm tools, normally, it should be very physically demanding.

But now, after walking so many ways, you don't feel tired at all?

As he was thinking, Number 127 suddenly stumbled and seemed to have tripped over something, but he quickly stabilized his body on all four legs.

At the same time, he looked back at the ground he had just walked on, and although there were some footprints and ruts from the wheelbarrow, the solid mud was generally smooth, and there were no craggy potholes.

No. 127 frowned suddenly, and his seventeen eyes scanned around without finding any problems.

He crossed his hands over his chest, thinking seriously about what had just happened.

At the same moment, he stretched out three more arms, scratched his back, and then stretched out another palm and scratched his head.

127's human form was very blurred, and all the farm tools he had just bought from the blacksmith shop were gone, and in his place, he had grown countless hands and legs.

Soon, No. 127 figured out the situation.

He should not have tripped over something on the road just now, but when he was walking, his fourth leg was carelessly blocking the third leg, so his body almost lost his balance......

Thinking of this, No. 127 didn't feel anything wrong anymore, and immediately walked towards the village chief's house.

The village is so poor that they basically can't eat meat.

From adults to children, they have been in famine for many years.

Now that he has so many extra arms and legs, he can chop a few and make a soup to make up for the children in the village......

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The viscous mist resembles overlapping cobwebs.

The black-clothed messenger and observer rushed into the thatched hut of the village chief's house with all their might, and before they had time to see what was inside, they immediately closed the door with their backhands and tied the latch to the door!

Feeling the door firmly closed, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and they didn't care about wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads, and their eyes quickly swept over the entire room.

Glancing at the furnishings of the main house, the observer quickly said, "There doesn't seem to be anyone in the house!" ”

The black-clothed messenger nodded, and said at the same speed: "Inside this coffin shop, you can only move forward, and there is no other direction to move. ”

"After the three official 'ghosts' have eliminated the people of the 'Twelve Sages', they will definitely come to us immediately!"

"Let's see if there's a back door, or a window."

"Let's go through the back door or window!"

"Be quick!"

As he spoke, the black-clothed messenger immediately walked towards the side room on the left hand side of the main room, opposite the kitchen, and the observer hurriedly followed.

Squeak!

The two of them pushed open the door of the side room and walked in quickly.

The side room, like the outside, was dead silent, and seemed to have no life.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a cloud of dust fell from the ceiling, and it fluttered in the dim light.

This side room is not large, only seven or eight square meters, there is a window on the wall diagonally facing the door, the window is very small, and there are a few clumps of thatch stuffed inside to block the wind, and in the gaps, the cold is still pouring in, so that the temperature in the room is almost no different from the temperature outside.

I don't know if it's for the sake of wind, but the position of the windows is particularly high, even for adults.

In the corner was a low bed, somewhat like a footrest, covered with straw and a tattered futon with two figures lying on their backs.

They closed their eyes and were very quiet, and their faces were none other than the village chief Chu Hu and his wife Shu Tao.

The two of them did not react at all to the black-clothed messenger and observer who suddenly broke in, as if they were sleeping deeply.

The black-clothed envoy and observer didn't notice the existence of the village chief and his wife before they came in, and their muscles tensed up in an instant, and they watched with bated breath for a moment, making sure that Chu Hu and Shu Tao didn't mean to wake up, and then they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Bang!

At this time, a dull crash suddenly came from outside the door of the thatched house.

The three official "ghosts" have chased after them!

The black-clad emissary and observer frowned, and the observer immediately stepped forward, fully entered the side room, and closed the door of the side room with his backhand.

The two of them were about to go straight to the small window, when they suddenly found that the side room had become extremely crowded.

They tried to move towards the window, but they couldn't move at all, like small flying insects wrapped in amber.

The black-clothed messenger and observer immediately felt that something was wrong, and the entire dark and cold side room, I don't know when, turned into a thin-skinned coffin leaking with wind!

At this moment, both of them were lying in this coffin, and the lid of the coffin had just been closed by their own hands.

Underneath the coffin, there were two yellowed dry bones.

The flesh and blood of the two dry bones have melted, and they can't see the appearance of their lives, but they are wearing sewn and mended clothes, which are the two Chu Hu and Shu Tao in the side room just now!

(End of chapter)