Shadows twist and frenzy like a rainstorm.

I have to say that looking at such a strange scene, Chen Qing felt that his reason was falling down.

But fortunately, it is destined to be only for a short time.

After a few minutes, two stone slabs and carving knives quietly emerged.

There is no doubt that this is a contraindication.

Looking at the stone slab in front of him, Chen Qing bowed slightly: "Sure enough, they do have something to record." ”

One of the two stone slabs sent by Qi Lu was blank, probably used to burn Chen Qing. On the other side of the slate, there are all kinds of strange characters.

Although these two stone slabs looked no more than the size of a palm, when he really looked over, Chen Qing found that he could see a lot of things.

That's probably the effect of this taboo - it can show far more words than it can do.

After looking through it, Chen Qing found that the characters on the slate seemed to be a variant of simplified characters.

This also made him more and more sure of a fact.

That's the other world, and it's definitely related to the real world!

Putting aside this densely recorded slate, Chen Qing began to add material to the other slate.

Stretching out his hand, Chen Qing scooped up the stone slab and carving knife.

The slate was cool to the hand, and the carving knife shone with a sharp cold light in his hand, giving people a phantom pain like the tip of the knife dotting the center of the eyebrows.

This is a good knife, rubbing the hilt, Chen Qing thought in his heart.

However, he didn't expect that Qi Lu's side would even send the knife together.

Originally, he also planned to prevaricate them with the phrase "if there is nothing to rely on, knowledge cannot be engraved and cannot be understood", and then he will fool around and fight for the burned knives.

Well, those guys are pretty good.

Waving his hand and flipping a knife flower in the air, Chen Qing stared at the two taboos in front of him: "Okay, then it's time to get to work." ”

He'd worked with carving knives in the past, so he was unexpectedly comfortable holding them in his hands. Just the ease and freehand between the strokes made Chen Qing subconsciously show a satisfied smile.

It's really a good knife, a thought popped up in Chen Qing's mind.

While looking at the screen of his mobile phone, Chen Qing began to burn on the stone slab: "Clan...... Garlic...... Crucifix...... Silver ......"

These are all materials that Chen Qing found on the Internet.

After simplifying and arranging, he inscribed it all on the stone slab in a relatively simple way.

And in the process of burning.

Chen Qing suddenly frowned.

He looked at the knife in his hand thoughtfully.

Then he clicked a button next to it and continued to burn.

This process is not too long, at least when Qi Lu in the mirror is still praying, Chen Qing has already done all this.

When the last drawing of words was also put into writing, Chen Qing wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and then examined it up and down.

Yes, his craft has not yet fallen, and the words are elegant and timeless, which is very much in line with the style of a great being.

"Then the next thing is to get this thing in."

He muttered to himself.

At the same time, his hand holding the knife became harder and harder.

It's really a good knife.

He thought to himself, and his heart became more and more satisfied.

The next thing is how to get this thing in.

Pressing the slate against the mirror, Chen Qing watched as the slate fell into the opposite side of the mirror.

As with the previous gold coin, the taboo slab entered the mirror in a similar way. The only thing that can be called a change is probably the text on it.

When one end first entered the mirror, Chen Qing was still able to see the content depicted on the stone slab. However, when he was completely immersed in it, he saw that the lines he had sketched began to gradually twist and beat.

As if it were a black snake, the words "jumped" off the stone slab, floating in the air, stretching and cruising freely.

It may be very strange to use such words to describe words. But Chen Qing always feels that those words that enter it seem to really "come alive"!

They became something strange, as if ink was not dissolved in the clear water, which in turn defiled the clear and transparent water.

In the dim and transparent world, only the anomalous information writhed and danced wildly......

But it's just a blink of an eye.

After the slate completely submerged into the mirror, those dancing text tracks disappeared in front of Chen Qing.

And Chen Qing just pinched the knife expressionlessly.

It really was a good knife, and he stared at the blade, completely oblivious to the anomalies in the mirror.

Looking at the handle of the knife, Chen Qing tilted his head.

It's true...... It's a good knife!

He praised in his heart.

If you use such a sharp tip of a knife through your throat and use your own blood as ink, you will definitely be able to draw more beautiful words!

He stared at the silver blade, like it wasn't a knife, but a peerless beauty.

Swallowing silently, he raised his knife.

Little by little, it moved towards his throat.

Then, the next second.

"Jingle bells"!

The impatient alarm clock rang suddenly.

Along with the alarm clock, there was also a "drop" on Chen Qing's computer.

The pre-programmed program starts at the right moment, passing the signal to a small ball via a wire. Under the action of some electromagnetic force, the ball is propelled in a certain direction.

After a series of kinetic energy changes, the ball finally fell in front of a switch.

There was a "click" and the switch was pressed.

Immediately afterward, the faint candle flame burned quietly.

The moment the light of the candle flame enveloped Chen Qing, his hand holding the knife suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

Chen Qing, whose arms were covered with sweat, looked at the sharp carving knife in his hand and subconsciously gasped.

He directly pressed the switch next to him and turned off the oil lamp.

"Sure enough, none of the taboos are something to think about."

Putting the carving knife in his hand aside, Chen Qing ruffled his hair and fell into the sofa next to him.

"When I first pinched that knife, I always thought it was very beautiful. This emotion was not obvious at first, but as I used it, it increased dramatically. ”

Taking off his soaked coat, Chen Qing pulled his tie and sighed: "If I hadn't found something abnormal in the process and turned on the 'oil lamp emergency device' that I had designed before, I'm afraid I would really have been killed by this knife." ”

This oil lamp emergency device was one of Chen Qing's previous ideas.

Since the oil lamp can stabilize his state, if he is invaded and affected by forbidden objects, can he also temporarily resist the power of forbidden substances in the same way that he relieves his ALS?

After all, Chen Qing knows too little about oil lamps, and Colin has never been "online", so he can only explore it by himself.

And while holding the carving knife and feeling the violent rise of emotion, Chen Qing realized that he might be able to test the range of the oil lamp.

Of course, he couldn't just be so reckless.

In fact, he also designed an alarm mechanism, an ambulance mechanism, and a corresponding lethargy, separation mechanism, etc., and the oil lamp is only the first insurance.

Of course, if none of these insurances are useful......

Then Chen Qing felt that even if he was fully armed, he might have to die.

However, the results of the insurance show up quite well.

Obviously, the oil lamp does have the effect of suppressing other taboos, at least the emotion of the carving knife is suppressed by the oil lamp.

"But it's scary."

Looking at the knife, Chen Qing felt that the knife suddenly became a little terrifying: "I've never pinched a carving knife before." ”

This thing had instilled in him memories that he didn't even have at all, and he didn't even notice the deviation of such memories......

Hiss.

Chen Qing felt that the danger of this thing was probably far greater than that of oil lamps and gold coins.

After a moment of hesitation.

He opened the phone document and typed some text.

[Contraindication: Graver (tentative)

Effect: Alters the spirit, psychological suggestion, sharpness

Danger:】

He hesitated for a moment on the last line.

In the end, Chen Qing still entered a character.

[Danger: C]

[Note: When I used the carving knife, my brain gained a lot of aesthetic, biological and medical knowledge out of thin air, and maybe using this knife will squeeze a lot of things into my brain.] It's very, very sharp, and it's very, very pretty, though.]