man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 24 Frantic Pollution
The long-lost pain of death made Mr. Zheng straighten his back while lying on the master chair, with his toes curled up.

He opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

Not to mention the pain of suffocation and the pain of being wrung out of the neck, they are so-so.

The most uncomfortable thing for Mr. Zheng is that before he died, the huge figure of the strong man, the weird laughter, and the crazy red eyes made Zheng Xiu experience what a horror story is from the No.1 perspective. Master Zheng couldn't calm down for a long time.

Those terrifying eyes seemed to be seared in Mr. Zheng's memory, they floated in front of his eyes as soon as he closed them, and he couldn't get rid of them.

With lingering fears in his heart, Zheng Xiu stepped into the prison again.

Forget about the last death experience.

Zheng Xiu remembered that before he died, his dice made a passive judgment.

The avatar [Zheng Shan] still stood quietly on the table.

What has changed is that on the top of the avatar's head, there is a bunch of faint black lines extending outward, connecting with ghosts and creatures [White Carp Village·Second Act].

Look at the avatar properties again.

Zheng Xiu was surprised.

In the [Will] column of the avatar, there is an extra line of small blood red characters.

……

[Will (pollution)] 31 (32) (loyal, staunch, rock-solid)
……

Master Zheng is polluted!

He is not clean anymore!
He stared blankly at the [will] that was forcibly reduced by a little bit.

Mr. Zheng has never been clear about the high attribute that was shaken out at the beginning, so he occasionally increased it, but he didn't worry about it.

As soon as this "pollution" came out, Zheng Xiu finally understood the usefulness of the [Will] attribute.

only…

"Is it that serious?" Master Zheng was dumbfounded.

Doubt again if the village is on the run.

Isn't this an ordinary non-magic parallel time and space?

20 years ago?

Zheng Xiu was dubious.

He always felt that the style of painting was wrong.

"Could this be the reason why bandits dare not touch this village?"

Mr. Zheng still finds it unbelievable that what he is experiencing in the ghosts and ghosts now actually happened 20 years ago.

He would rather believe that this is the "Phantom of Memory" after the magic reform, and now let him come in.

Putting aside distracting thoughts for now, no matter what the truth of the matter is, Zheng Xiu decided to concentrate on attacking ghosts first.

Things gradually became clear.

Clear ghost monsters, gain benefits, transform into projections, and become stronger and stronger.

Then clear the new ghost creature.

This is the virtuous circle of the [Prisoner] approach.

This is Master Zheng's way of "cultivation"!
Zheng Xiu glanced at the moonlight, the night was light blue, the stars were dim, and it was almost dawn.

But he was not in a hurry to pass through the ghost beasts, and then entered Baili Village. Zheng Xiu wore the Bandit Knife and ran around the village at a sprint speed of [-] meters to check the terrain again.

Soon Wang Cangyun followed the sound and killed him.

From a distance, Zheng Xiu observed Commander Wang's movements.

These days, Zheng Xiu focused on the improvement of [Provocation], and other attributes have also been improved, but it is far less convenient than [Provocation].

The "Late Night Butcher" came and went, but once he died, he made Zheng Xiu understand that he couldn't beat him.

After learning from the painful experience, Mr. Zheng decided to continue to squeeze the surplus value of Commander Wang.

This time he really went all out.

If you can't beat it, keep practicing.

Whether it hurts or not, let’s talk.

If you want to see a rainbow, how can you not experience the wind and rain?

The sword glowed like lightning, and Commander Wang slashed at him with one move.

Zheng Xiu raised the saber, his movements were a bit rusty and clumsy.

But it happened to be this layman's saber technique, which put the saber across the trajectory of Wang Commander's saber light in advance, and stopped it abruptly.

[Through your unremitting efforts, you blocked the one-kill sword commanded by the king of guards with swords in front of the imperial court, and your muscle strength gained meager experience. 】

[You tried to dodge the famous stunt "Panlong Eighteen Slashes" commanded by the king of guards with swords in front of the imperial court, but you failed to dodge, and your footwork gained meager experience. 】

[The arm was chopped off by Commander Wang's "Panlong Eighteen Cuts", and you fell into "bleeding". 】

[You are forcibly enduring the "bleeding" state, and your physique has been meagerly experienced through continuous bloodletting. 】

[You, who are enduring the pain, have a firm will, and the experience you have gained is slightly equal to nothing. 】

Master Zheng also brushed these attributes before.

But almost all of them are "meager", the improvement is too slow, and it hurts, Master Zheng simply chose the most comfortable speed brushing method.

Now, Mr. Zheng decided to force himself to give full play to his businessman's professional instincts, and pull out all the wool from Wang Cangyun's body.

effort!struggle!Hard work!

Zheng Xiu let the broken arm bleed, he didn't cover it, his eyes were cold.

This resolute gesture made Wang Cangyun frowned, secretly thinking that this time he met a tough guy with iron clang.

"Eighteen Coiling Dragon Cuts?"

Zheng Xiu drank coldly.

Wang Cangyun sneered, he didn't answer or ask questions, and his murderous heart was violent.

[Through your rich knowledge, you recognized Wang Cangyun's famous stunt, the sword-wielding guard in front of the imperial court, and gained more experience in your knowledge. 】

Ah, that's okay too?
Master Zheng opened his eyes.

The pattern opens.

【You were cut into nineteen sections by the angry Wang Cangyun. 】

【die. 】

……

Not long ago.

The imperial city is as lively as ever.

The streets are bustling with pedestrians, and the whistle sounds up and down.

Sister Hua in the alley sits at sunrise, and street vendors rest at sunset.

Night falls, the moon is clear and the wind is cold.

The evening wind blows, and the clouds quietly cover the moon.

"It's been a dark and windy night for a month, it's better to go out and do good deeds."

In the south of the city, in the courtyard of an ordinary house, a rickshaw was leaning against the wall. Qing Shisan was sitting on a wooden pier with his legs crossed, smoking a dry cigarette, looking up with emotion.

After twitching for a while, Qing Shisan suddenly twitched the tip of his nose, suddenly looked at the eaves, and grinned.

"I said Sister Hongou, you came here as soon as you came, what are you doing sitting on my roof? Don't be afraid that your man will see it and mistakenly think that you go out to steal men in the middle of the night? I, Qingshisan, will not suffer from this crime."

Qing Shisan looked up and saw a beautiful woman in ordinary clothes with her hair in a bun sitting quietly on the roof.

Although no makeup was applied, the beautiful woman's skin seemed to be glowing in the dim light, as if she had been in her twenties, tender and fair.

After not seeing each other for many years, Qing Shisan called it ridiculous in his heart.He has known this red lotus root for more than ten years. She looked like this ten years ago, and she will still look like this ten years later.But when he thought about her man's emaciated posture, Qing Shisan knew it clearly.

The beautiful woman called "Red Lotus Root" fell to the ground silently like a cat, covered her mouth and chuckled lightly: "It's okay, before I go out, I will be so dazed by my family, I may not be able to get out of bed at noon tomorrow."

"Then..." Qing Shisan's eyes lit up.

"Then what! Now I am a serious woman. Tell me again, I ask myself that my concealment skills have not regressed. How did you find out, Qing Laogui?"

"When you smell the 'fragrance' on your body, it's almost more choking than my dry tobacco."

After smelling the red lotus root, she suddenly realized that it was the unique fragrance she used to stun her husband.

"If you can't get in, you have to climb the wall? If Qing is nervous for a while and hits up, wouldn't it hurt your feelings?"

Hong Lotus shook her head and sneered: "It's been a long time since I've been in this business, so I went to the roof to get a feel for it. Besides, if we don't do dirty errands, how can we enter through the main entrance?"

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
As soon as Hongou finished speaking, Qing Shisan was about to say that it made sense when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Qing Shisan and Hong Ou looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at each other, they both subconsciously stretched their hands into their bosoms.

Qing Shisan shook his head lightly, and opened a crack in the door.

boom!
A tall and strong man pushed the door open carelessly, pushing Qing Shisan back a few steps with too much force.

The visitor was more than seven feet tall, with a thick back and a greasy apron around his waist. He had a thick beard, but no grass grew on his head, as if his hair had grown in the wrong field.

While breaking in, the fierce man muttered, nodded and bowed, and apologized again and again.

"Don't blame me! I just got up to eat, and the silly baby at home was crying and crying, and the stinky woman refused to let me go out, saying that she should let me put the baby to sleep, and let me cry and make trouble all the time." When I hang myself, I said that I am lucky to get rich today, and I am going to gamble in the cornucopia to earn some extra money. I have to let the old lady moan and moan for a long time to believe me...Huh? You see me doing it like this what?"

(End of this chapter)