man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 273
Boom!Boom!Boom!
That gloomy, pale-complexioned, frightening severed foot, with strands of black fog permeating the severed end, was trapped by the "prisoner's chain", and the sole of the foot hit the wall in "desperation", as if there was some kind of Consciousness, knowing that he could not escape, banged into the pillars of the ruined temple.

First [Painter], followed by [Orchid], and now the "feet" in front of him. At this moment, Zheng Xiu has no doubts about the position of [Prisoner] above other methods, and after temporarily ignoring this strange thing that fell out of thin air. , Zheng Xiu asked the monk in bewilderment:
"This thing...how did you get it?"

Zheng Xiu used the word "hands-on".

The monk smiled honestly, touched his bald head, and told a sad story.

On his journey, the monk passes through a village.The village chief was kind and warmly entertained the monk who seemed to be dying of hunger. The monk noticed that there was a red "囍" sign posted on the dilapidated door of one of the village houses. There was a couple of young men and women who had been engaged for ten years and were about to get married soon. hour.It was a happy event, but the monk noticed that the soon-to-be newlyweds were full of sadness. The bride did not seem to be married, but seemed to be going to a funeral. The atmosphere in the village was gloomy.

The monks are not stupid, and they can see the clues.In order to repay the favor of a meal, the monk stayed in the village to inquire.On the third day, the monk asked the reason. It turned out that there was a famous flower picker nearby who picked neither wild flowers nor chicks.Seeing the injustice on the road, the monk raised his fist to help. On the wedding night, the evil flower picker really attacked.

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu was astonished, and couldn't help asking: "Isn't this Liao's surname Xiao, and his name is unfair?"

"Young monk doesn't know." The monk didn't hear the meaning of ridicule and memory in Zheng Xiu's words, and shook his head solemnly: "It's ashamed to say, but the little monk's practice is shallow, and he can't fight the wicked. Before he died, what did he look like?" Never saw clearly."

"Then how to punish this beast?"

Zheng Xiu was puzzled.

The monk smiled wryly and said: "When the little monk woke up, he found that the beast had already died, and only one foot was left to kick around. In the dark, that foot suddenly broke off. The little monk has quick eyes and quick hands, and there must be something strange in his heart. I must never let it go out to harm other women from good families, so I rushed forward and held it down." The monk seemed to remember the danger of fighting wits and courage with the severed foot at that time, touched his bald head, and said with lingering fear: "Later, the little monk Fulfilling his mission, he finally won it. The little monk wanted to burn it with fire, but this severed foot was not afraid of being cut by a knife and burned by fire. Go north, wait until we get together with Big Brother before making a decision."

The monk obviously didn't know that the severed foot, which was not afraid of being cut or burned, was the source and amplifier of thaumaturgy in the legend of the aliens - "strange thing".Such a monstrous monk, thinking of not letting this broken foot harm others, so he tied it with him all the way.

Zheng Xiu listened to the cause and effect of the monk's narration, but he heard a loneliness.He thought for a while, and asked cautiously, "Could it be the hands of your... demons?"

The monk heard the words and shook his head: "No. The monk asked 'them', and 'they' denied it. The monk thought that 'they' would not deceive the monk about this kind of thing."

Looking at the monk, Zheng Xiu knew that he couldn't ask more from the monk's mouth.Zheng Xiu put his attention back on the "broken foot". Suddenly, Zheng Xiu remembered what Maomao said casually in Lu Town before he was attacked by four orchids at night:

[Have you ever thought that the 'creepy things' you mentioned, they used to be people? 】

After being overjoyed, he calmed down. Thinking of cat words, Zheng Xiu felt a vague chill in his heart for no reason.

Were these strange monsters once, really human?

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, and once again recalled, in the world in the painting, the hundred years of day after day and year after year.

In the past hundred years, the more Gongsun Mo paints, the thinner his figure becomes, the more stooped, the more... like a pen.

What Zheng Xiu thought of at the time was just "acting". Now, combining Maomao's words and the real shape of several strange things he has seen, even if he can't accept Maomao's statement in his heart, it is difficult to refute it for a while.

"even so……"

Zheng Xiu's mood changed, and the "broken foot" trapped by the chain was still hitting the pillar to kill himself.No matter how that strange flower picker died, it was a bit aggrieved to die in front of the monk. If Duanzu was conscious, Zheng Xiu could vaguely understand the despair in his heart.

click!
With a crisp sound, the bone chains dragged, and the severed foot was forcibly pulled in front of Zheng Xiu.The void in front of Zheng Xiu's palm was distorted, rippling, and the broken foot didn't even struggle for a moment, so he was taken into the prison, and was locked in a dark corner of the prison together with the [painter].

Seeing that Zheng Xiu "takes away" the weird thing, the monk heaved a sigh of relief, stroked his chest lightly, and said with a grin: "As expected of Brother Zheng."

"I owe you a favor."

"Brother Zheng, you are doing justice for the heavens."

The monk waved his hands again and again, not daring to take credit.In his opinion, Zheng Xiu solved a hot mountain for him.Cut the hemp rope on the ankle with a knife, and the monk drank the remaining wild vegetable soup in a hurry.

While the monk was drinking the soup, Zheng Xiu opened the rift again.

This time Zheng Xiu didn't dare to enter the Fengbei Station, but chose the "Shi Yao Station".

In the dead of night, stretched by a strange feeling, Yin Qingqing, who was wearing thin clothes, blushed in the darkness and hummed, opened her eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed.She quietly watched Chi Wang get out of her quilt, lifted the gauze curtain, and quietly watched Chi Wang push the door out, and quickly closed the door, twisting the corner of the quilt with both hands, without saying a word the whole time .

After the Red King left, Yin Qingqing let out a long sigh of relief in the darkness.

She thought...

Can,
That's it?

There was a strange feeling in Yin Qingqing's heart. She didn't know whether it was loss, panic or dissatisfaction. In short, there was a faint sadness in her heart.

Back and forth, Zheng Xiu took advantage of the "Liuli Purification Body" to move around the various "posts" proficiently.

In the past, he didn't understand why a living person would be judged as a "post station". Only now did Zheng Xiu understand why a "foreign person" would be judged as a "post station".

Moving in and out of the station, coming and going freely, is addictive.

Not long after Zheng Xiu came back from the monk, he issued an urgent order.

"Quick! Master wants to eat supper!"

"What? Eat supper at this time?"

"Eat supper!"

"Master wants to have supper on his own initiative!"

"Very hungry!"

"Why?"

"Could it be?"

"It's a lot of consumption!"

"hiss……"

A large sound of gasping for air rose and fell in the dark corner of the Red Prince's Mansion, warming up this absurdly cool night.

There are people who are clever and understand a little in their hearts, but they don't point it out, and they don't say anything.

"Spread out! Master wants to eat roast chicken in the middle of the night!"

"The more it burns, the better!"

Someone got it.

As soon as the Red King moved, the whole house shook, and it was passed down layer by layer, and spread outside the Red King's mansion.

In just a quarter of an hour, a hot roast chicken was packaged and sent to the Red Palace.

Carrying the freshly baked roast chicken, Zheng Xiu opened the passage to the monk's station again, and he couldn't help but feel emotional.Even though he has gone through a few ways now, and the incarnation of the prisoner has various characteristics, he still can't make himself a roast chicken in a short time—unless he is painting a chicken to satisfy his hunger.Sure enough, the banknote ability is still the most unpretentious but practical ability among many abilities, allowing him to do whatever he wants.

Monk these days is indeed so hungry that his eyes turn blue and his face glows green. When he smells the roast chicken, he starts to salivate.

Soon a few catties of roast chicken were gnawed to the bone, Zheng Xiu proposed to let the monk go through the passage and return to the city quickly.

Ordinary people can't bear the corruption of filth, but aliens can to a certain extent.

Feng Bei didn't stay in the crack for long, and the burns on his body took a few days to heal.The monk is the [Ascetic Monk]. He once climbed up the snow-capped mountain barefoot with "Zheng Shan" on his back. After his feet were frozen, he could still grow white flesh, which shows that his healing ability is unique.If it's a monk, even if he doesn't have a glazed body, it shouldn't be a big problem to pass through the crack in a short period of time.

The monk heard the words, thought for a while, but shook his head: "Brother Zheng, the little monk has benefited a lot from what he has learned along the way. The little monk wants to use his own feet to complete this journey."

The monk's answer did not surprise Zheng Xiu at all, or this is the monk in his impression. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. The monk is still a monk and has not changed into anything else.Telling the monk to pay attention to safety, Zheng Xiu bid farewell to the monk and got out of Yin Qingqing's bed again.

Being pushed open by the crack again, Yin Qingqing gritted her teeth and remained silent. This time she didn't even open her eyes, thinking, Chi Wang, what are you doing, she obviously gave up resistance.

Zheng Xiu, however, was full of thoughts about the new monster, and when he returned to the room, the first thing he did was to close the door tightly and enter the prison.

In one corner of the heart prison, two things are respectively bound by chains, hanging in the corner and secretly poking at them.Zheng Xiu crossed his legs carelessly, looking at the broken foot of the evil door as if he had returned to his own home.

Taking a step back, the monster's predecessor may really be transformed by a "human", but now that the dead are like this, the monster is just a pure prop, or it can be regarded as a tool that can make a thaumaturgy become a stranger. Equipment, that's all.Besides, Zheng Xiu still has doubts about Mao Mao's statement. The "hand" of [painter] and the "feet" of an unknown method, it looks like a part of a human body, which is not bad.But what about the dead branch of [Orchid]?Which part of the human body is it?

He saw with his own eyes orchids growing from the back of the four servant girls, he was even hung up, smelling the fragrance of the flowers, tossing and tossing all night, it was definitely not a hallucination.

At the very least, Zheng Xiu felt that what Mao Mao said was not entirely correct.

Zheng Xiu stayed up all night, and the next day, the energetic Zheng Xiu whistled and summoned Qing Shisan.

Comparing the "Gate Diagram" that he and Feng Bei worked so hard to deduce, Zheng Xiu believes that the one that most closely matches the image of "Broken Foot" is most likely the "Walking Foot" way.

Among Zheng Xiu's trusted people, if anyone is the most suitable, Qing Shisan is the only one.

But what Zheng Xiu never expected was that when Zheng Xiu mysteriously slapped his severed foot on the table, Qing Shisan was silent for a long time, then stepped back a few steps, and he, who claimed to quit smoking, touched it without hesitation. The dry tobacco was lighted with a click, and smoked in large mouthfuls.

Zheng Xiu thought that Qingpi wanted to be quiet because of his excitement, but he quickly showed a look of disgust: "Qing doesn't want it!"

Ok?
Qing Shisan's reaction prevented Zheng Xiu from turning the corner for a while, but in the smog, Qing Shisan's old face full of vicissitudes was written "I don't want" to the naked eye, which didn't seem to be a joke or meaning It means to shirk one or two and pretend to accept it reluctantly.

"You don't want it? Why? This is a great opportunity to become a stranger in one fell swoop."

Zheng Xiu persuaded.

Qing Shisan smiled, calm and calm: "Master, don't torment us, you don't know how little we think. In the early years, Qing was tired of fighting and killing, and occasionally It's okay to go out and help the master to have some fun, but if you really become a stranger... Tsk tsk, let's go, if you really want to, Qing won't choose to be a "traveler". "

"Moreover,"

As soon as Qing Shisan changed his voice, he pushed open a gap in the window, knocked out the soot, sighed helplessly, and said again: "There is something wrong with Qing's way of walking, and he went astray."

Zheng Xiu looked solemn: "Going wrong?"

"Yeah," Qing Shisan grinned, showing his yellow teeth, "It's a little bit off, but it's not necessarily all bad."

After a pause, Qing Shisan winked at Zheng Xiu mysteriously: "Qing believes that the master may need this thing more than Qing."

He seemed to know something.

Zheng Xiu has never shown his cards to his family that he can use his avatar to go through many ways.But Zheng Xiu inadvertently showed all kinds of abilities, big horses and small horses, Qing Shisan vaguely guessed Zheng Xiu's special features.After all, painter and kendo, these two points alone are definitely not thaumaturgy performances that can be covered by the same method.

As soon as the words fell, Qing Shisan was afraid that Zheng Xiu would force him with the foot on the table, so he ran away without a trace.

Even using thaumaturgy to escape, it can be seen that Qing Shisan is really disgusted deep in his heart.

It’s over.

Zheng Xiu looked at the empty room, the severed foot on the table was lying quietly, motionless, the training was quite effective all night.But Zheng Xiu was thinking at the moment: This is really hot!

You know, taking a path is not as simple as "ding" to fill it up directly, just go as you say.What Zheng Xiu has gone the deepest now is the path of [painter], and only Zheng Xiu understands the ups and downs.He and Feng Bei fell into the cannibal painting, lived in the painting as Gongsun Mo for nearly 200 years, endured the scourge of time, almost lost his heart, the danger was unpredictable, and his mind was exhausted.

Moreover, Zheng Xiu's several incarnations now have their own practice directions.Zheng Shan is the [painter], although the villain has not seen the door, but the [Physical] breaks the rules, and realizes the "glass pure body", can wander in the filth of the cracks, and everything is not broken, barely stepping into the [walking foot] is not a problem, but Zheng Xiu always finds it weird and doesn't fit well; Zheng Baimei's [learning] breaks the rules and becomes [comprehension], and enters the Tao with a sword, and the rules are even more incompatible with [travelling]...

This hot mountain made Zheng Xiu embarrassed, and secretly had a headache.

There are too many monsters, which is also an annoyance.

Who else is suitable?

For a while, Zheng Xiu thought about it among the people he trusted, but he couldn't think of anyone who was suitable to be a stranger.

Besides, what if it's not a traveler?
It's a bit of a coincidence that the four maidservants became different people from [Orchid Flower].Zheng Xiu didn't know what side effects would happen if a mortal and a strange thing were forcibly combined and there was a situation where they didn't "fit".

After all, weird things are not without risk.

"and many more."

Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank, and he hastily locked the door of the study room, and after hanging up the sign "Do Not Disturb in Red King's Retreat", Shen Nian entered the prison.

With a wave of his hand, the scroll of parchment hangs in the void, followed by a blank scroll of parchment.

The last time a new door was opened, [Prisoner] was promoted, and Zheng Xiu got a blank character card. Because he didn't think about it at the time, he had been shelving it and hadn't used it yet.

"What if I create a...'new alien' out of thin air?"

Staring at the blank character card, Zheng Xiu muttered to himself, with inspiration gushing out.

(End of this chapter)