Two or three things in the copy

Chapter 330 Weird Tales (Thirteen)
"It's already this time, I've already eaten lunch, and the sun is gone, so you don't plan to go to work?"

Wu Mingkong walked with a lantern in his hand, looking at the world where there were only dots of shining stars in the dark sky, and Wu Mingkong also found that the number of these stars was decreasing.

At the beginning, one or two Wu Mingkongs were missing, but the number suddenly increased, and a large number of them disappeared.

This gave Wu Mingkong a bad feeling.

Along the way, he had stuffed five more strange things into the lantern. They could be used for anything anyway, from combs to gold bricks, from dead beetles to silt.

But none of these strange things will have a weird domain ability, such as silt will make the internal organs breed silt, a comb will make scratches on people's body for no reason, and as time goes by, the scratches will gradually deepen, etc. A range of wacky range abilities.

Wu Mingkong still doesn't know these principles, as if they should exist without any principles.

Now the lantern Wu Mingkong is carrying is already a natural disaster for walking, and eight grotesque domains are always shrouded in the center of the lantern in Wu Mingkong's hand, with a radius of nearly one mile.

But Wu Mingkong doesn't care, he ignores these abilities, and he can even eat a wave, although the taste is not very good, but it will pass after a little patience.

These eight strange things are also very honest in the lantern, very honest as fuel.

"This won't work. I'm like a stack of murder books. An ordinary person can't get close to it. It's stacked up to eight layers. Doesn't it mean who comes and who dies?"

Wu Mingkong felt a little embarrassed, so let's put it somewhere, he was afraid that when he went back to get it, all the eight things would go away.

Regardless of the fact that these eight things look dead, Wu Mingkong can be sure that as long as they get away from him, they will immediately show their hideousness.

"These things were all summoned? I saw the little black tree come down with my own eyes. How did the stones and carrion come here? I don't remember that these things have rituals?"

"My moon worship ceremony? Not quite right."

Wu Mingkong was a little puzzled. Wu Mingkong didn't know about the five things he picked up later, but the little black tree was much worse than the stone and the carrion.

"Unless the stone and the carrion itself exist."

He immediately thought of Nanqishan Yaofu and Heishan Yinyu.

It is very likely that these two things themselves were suppressed, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why the fox crystallized and the ghost king gave birth to maggots in the first place.

There is a clear distinction between the two, and Wu Mingkong didn't notice it at first, but now that he thinks about it, maybe it's because of this reason.

"If this is the conjecture, then the theory that the Black Mountain Ghost King and Grandma Fox somehow opened up the Underworld and the Demon Mansion is likely to be true."

"It wasn't they who developed it, but it was developed by suppressing these things, and these suppressed things are related to them."

That's right, Wu Mingkong couldn't explain why they opened up the underworld of the Yaofu, it can only be said that it was destined.

"In this way, the underworld of the demon mansion in the world, and maybe even the blessed land of the human race, are in the same situation."

How many demon mansions, underworlds, and blessed lands are there in the world?
Wu Mingkong didn't know either, but from the memories of Grandma Fox, Black Mountain Old Demon and Luo Qiu, there were countless.

No one has counted this. Not everyone is alive like Grandma Fox or the Black Mountain Ghost King, and some people are cautious and unaware.

There are quite a few people in this group, and most of them follow the principle of not revealing their wealth.

"Little brother, where are you going?" An old voice sounded from not far away.

An old man suddenly appeared in front of Wu Mingkong.

"Walking." Wu Mingkong looked at the old man in front of him curiously, and then smiled strangely.

The appearance of Wu Mingkong's smile made the old man a little creepy, but he glanced at the lantern in Wu Mingkong's hand greedily and then said: "It's getting late, or go home with the old man to have some hot tea."

"Success, but don't run away." After Wu Mingkong finished speaking, he disappeared.

The expression on the old man's face changed, and his whole body collapsed.

"Why are you running? It's rare to meet someone who can only talk." Wu Mingkong put one hand on the shoulder of an old man covered in corpse spots.

The old man struggled, but did not break free.

Then he directly abandoned the shoulder that was draped by Wu Mingkong, and ran forward in a strange posture.

Wu Mingkong held the shoulder without haste, and appeared behind the old man in an instant, grabbed the opponent's leg with one hand, and directly caused the opponent to fall into the mud.

"By the way, what is the reason why you can talk? Why do I catch all the dead ones?" In order to prevent this thing from escaping again, Wu Mingkong crippled the other party's limbs while raising the knife and hanging him up. .

"Is it because you are able to parasitize?" Wu Mingkong saw at a glance that the old man was just a shell, but the real existence was the corpse spots on the old man.

But now, no matter how Wu Mingkong asked, he refused to speak.

Wu Mingkong tried to read the other party's memory or search for the soul, but after trying, he didn't get anything, but there was no goal at all, as if Wu Mingkong was facing a stone without any thinking and memory.

This matter is a bit embarrassing, they are simply a bunch of bastards who got out of their shells.

"Don't you want to say it? Or can't you say it?" Wu Mingkong was a little curious. What are these things?

Is there something even more wonderful behind it?

During this period, no matter how Wu Mingkong asked, the newcomer refused to open his mouth. Wu Mingkong only knew that the eight items in his lantern seemed to be very attractive to this thing.

Maybe it was because he wanted to eat it, or he had other thoughts, Wu Mingkong didn't know about it.

"Forget it, since you don't want to say it, let's go in together, I hope you can be regenerated." Wu Mingkong was a little helpless, why everyone was so stubborn.

In this regard, Wu Mingkong could only stuff the thing into the lantern, and he hadn't forgotten to be thrown in together by his bald limbs.

Although the thing looks like a person, in fact, the real body is not big, and it is more of a host.

Once inside the lantern, the host was burned instantly, leaving only strange corpse spots.

"It can be regenerated, it is a good thing."

Wu Mingkong looked helplessly at the lantern in his hand, which was another layer of murder book.

Perhaps if it is added up again, there will be no people or animals within a radius of one mile, and the vegetation will die.

(End of this chapter)