final catastrophe

Chapter 318 2. Strange
demon.

That figure ran for an unknown amount of time before arriving at the location marked on the map.

This is also the benefit of the weird map, which is confirmed by overlapping coordinates, rather than relying on visual inspection.

So when two flashing bright red dots overlapped on the human skin map, Xia Ji stopped in his tracks.

It was surprisingly quiet here, even after stopping for a long time, no ghosts came.

"Maybe it's the gate of the underworld hidden in the dark that brings deterrence." Xia Ji said to himself, his eyes swept around, here is a plain, a narrow black stream rushing to the west, and there are edematous people in it from time to time The head of the person flew by, and when Xia Ji turned around, he stared straight at it and let out a creepy smile.

The laughter was drowned out by the sound of the wind and the stream, and it turned into howling ghosts and howling wolves, which was extremely gloomy.

"Big brother, big brother. Do you like red or blue?" Xia Ji suddenly felt someone tugging on his clothes and asked a strange question.

Xia Ji turned his head and saw a faceless little girl, wearing a red plum embroidered wide-sleeved kimono, facing him.

So he enthusiastically replied: "I like red."

The little girl's entire blank face suddenly wrinkled, her wide sleeves flicked, and then a pair of equally wrinkled hands stretched out, the air seemed to be frozen, making it suffocating.

Xia Ji felt an extremely weak force that wanted to stabilize his body, and tried to peel off his skin.

If they were replaced by real human beings at this time, no matter how powerful they were, they would surely die, and the death would be miserable.

So, he added: "Sometimes I also like blue."

The little girl's wrinkled hands stopped suddenly, and she seemed to be staring at the person in front of her "curiously". The next moment, the blank face suddenly squirmed, wrinkled, and then split, turning into a toothless old lady-like face. With his bloody mouth, he bit Xia Ji.

But the big mouth couldn't be bitten down, because the upper and lower jaws were supported by two fingers.

Xia Jiqi said: "You haven't explained yet, how about I choose red and blue?"

The little girl was stunned and wanted to bite, but if the bloody mouth was fixed, she couldn't move no matter what.

Seeing that she was pitiful, Xia Ji let go of her hand.

The little girl's naked face wrinkled and split again, and her big mouth bit her up again.

Xia Ji sighed, he was such a simple and good boy, he couldn't even chat if he wanted to, he insisted on talking by himself.

So, this time, he also opened his mouth.

After a while, he had a full belch. The man still dressed in white was sitting bored by the jet-black stream, leaning against a dead tree full of dried corpses, watching all kinds of strange body parts flow through the water.

From time to time, he picked up the unknown object at hand, and made a fuss from afar.

As the water floated, all kinds of weird shrill laughter and roars came at the same time.

It was already night, and the voice of a woman crying could be heard in the distance. The voice was extremely sad. Seeing that no one cared about it, it soon turned into an ancient drama, singing a section of "The Heartbroken West Chamber".

The sweetness and shyness at the beginning, the acquaintance and love, the promise for life, and then the unfeeling after that.

woman's voice is crying
At first it was just wandering around, but soon the voice became clearer and clearer, obviously coming in this direction.

If ordinary people were here, they would definitely run away, terrified in their hearts, but Xia Ji was snoring.

And suddenly, the voice singing the drama stopped abruptly.

There was an eerie silence all around.

Xia Ji opened his mouth.

After a while.

The surroundings truly fell into dead silence.

This sleep was very comfortable, but in the early hours of the morning, Xia Ji was woken up by "frozen". When he opened his eyes, he saw turbid yellow dust protruding from the sky, mixed with unknown black insect corpses and gray snowflakes. Form a tornado, like a black and gray whip.

Wherever it went, everything turned into nothingness, as if it had been eaten abruptly.

No matter which side's existence, or space, time, seems to be wiped out by the black and gray tornado.

There is a crazy depression in the air, it is obviously a tornado, but there is no movement at all.

The dead leaves froze, the corpses froze, and even the stream lost its sound.

And when Xia Ji saw the tornado pass by the stream with his own eyes, a section of water completely disappeared, but the water was still flowing westward.

The appearance of the tornado made the ghosts that were already few in number no longer appear.

Xia Ji's eyes lit up, he took a few steps, and within a blink of his body, he had already reached a black-gray tornado, then he opened his mouth, and sucked the tornado directly into his mouth like sucking up noodles.

It's a bit icy and spicy.

Stimulate!

Xia Ji made an evaluation on the taste.

After chasing these gray-black tornadoes and sucking all such existences in his sight into the world in his belly, Xia Ji sat down with peace of mind.

It was still early in the morning, but maybe it was because there was more of this gray-black unknown existence in the belly, and there was no strange and creepy thing coming to recognize relatives inexplicably, calling out "little brother", and there was no crazy woman who showed her talents in the middle of the night up.

And even if they were sitting by the jet-black stream, those heads who had been staring at him and giggling a moment ago shrank back to the other side of the stream in fear.

Well, the effect is outstanding, give a good review.

Xia Ji nodded secretly.

Then sleep until the next evening.

Feeling that the gate of the underworld in the void has not yet fluctuated, he spent one night building a simple wooden house, and then made a wooden bed, wooden table, and wooden chairs.

On the third day, because he was bored, he made another wooden fence. The air-dried wooden strips were cut into simple points, pierced by iron strips, stapled, and then surrounded the small wooden house standing in the center of the ghost.

On the fourth day, he deliberately went to a distant place, picked a few animal skins from the flying skins, devoured the ghosts hidden in the skins, and then made a simple roof with animal skins and iron nails.

As for where the iron nails come from, Xia Ji's mythical skill "Durica" ​​obtained by devouring catastrophe is not a vegetarian. Heaven" and plastic at will.

Therefore, in the next few days, he was not satisfied with the quality of the log cabin, and started to actually build the house.

A few days later, the wooden house became an iron house.

The iron house was too monotonous, so he started to carve patterns on the house again, as for what to carve.
Xia Ji thought for a while, and flattened the little pet from his previous life, that is, the "crazy cat with three heads and one hundred eyes" according to semiotics, and then sculpted it.

Then use the "Duratron" to draw out the gold and silver between the heaven and the earth, melt it with fire, pour it into the wall carvings, and then cool it with Fengshui.

Humming a little tune, busy before and after, tired, there is food all over the place anyway, so it can be regarded as fulfilling and happy.

The most important thing is that unlike the aimless one in the previous life, Xia Ji intuitively felt that this time he came with a mission.

Hmm. For love!

This is the smallest, most fragile, yet most lingering luxury.

Xia is very good at playing with everything, and he has seen many people who keep saying they are in love with each other. In order to understand this, he even caught many couples and played experimental games.

It's just that in the "previous life", the breath of all things receding from the body is too strong, and I have never had the opportunity to try it myself.

This time, he himself became "mortal", which is really great.

After thinking about it carefully, I felt that my identity as "Xia Ji" who was "the former head teacher of Wudang" and now "the first sword god" seemed to be in love.

"Oh, love and reproduction are different. It's really strange." Xia Ji looked up at the gray sky, and said to himself.

"Let's go to find some related love guides. I don't know if Ellie has such a stock. Forget it, let's go to Yin Jiuchang to have a look. After all, Ellie is out of date. These fashionable things still rely on Yin. A young man like Jiu Chang can do it."

Just do it.

Xia Ji closed his eyes, fell into a dream, followed the long river of dreams, and went straight to the other world excitedly.

(End of this chapter)