final catastrophe

Chapter 346 29. Mole of Tears
After a burst of light, a new puppet appeared.

It is a monkey with fierce eyes.The hands are extremely long, almost hanging to the ground, standing beside its owner.

Xia Ji felt that he needed a notebook, so he took a huge stone at random, and used his hair as a pen, and slowly wrote on it to make records.

Experiment [-] soon turned into a metal seal of truth, which was used on Experiment [-].

Then, the third test object soon "born" a giant ape puppet, which looked mighty, but it was far less terrifying than Xia Mo's bug.

Including the seemingly ferocious superimposed bull devil puppet not far away, it is far inferior.

Then although the result requires speculation and demonstration, it can also give vague and temporary answers.

First, the Ghost Carving, which initially uses high-quality materials, will produce a second puppet instead of strengthening the original puppet when it is used again.

Second, different ghost carvings will produce certain types of puppets according to their own "talents". For example, Wang Tu got a bull-shaped puppet, Experiment [-] got an ape-like puppet, and Xia Mo was a bug puppet.

After reaching a plausible conclusion, Xia Ji didn't bother to verify it. It is estimated that it is not bad, and I will talk about it when I have a chance.

"Then. Now it's time to further promote the research." Xia Ji's eyes flashed coldly.

The original engraving of truth was just a sacrifice to ghosts. This time, he decided to offer a sacrifice that had broken through to the fourth seal.

Soon, Disciple Wang and Test Subject Three were sacrificed.

This time the engraving and devouring of the truth took a little longer, but the resulting luster was brighter, and the material was dotted with dots, like a lonely starry sky, like broken crystals in the light.

Xia Ji just hesitated for a moment, then used the two engravings on the experimental sister again.

This time, the Indian soldiers brought by the topaz and the sapphire of the lunar eclipse continued to mix in her bones. The black bones forked on the back became more like thick ink, and the bone spurs forked for the second time. The black dry bones grow out like the wings of a bone-like creature. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it with bone dragon wings.

But it's not over yet.

That thin body is still greedily thirsting for it.

Xia Ji deeply felt that the "Xia" surname of his experimental sister was not for nothing.

"As expected of our family."

"Catch six more."

"Yes, son!"

"Catch six more."

"Follow your orders, son!"

Xia Ji proudly looked at his body, like a bottomless black hole, absorbing and absorbing, constantly devouring these truths
During this period, he changed several materials, such as black hole pig iron, shock gold, raw jade, and even took out the silent coins to carve on a whim.

It's just that the silent coin can't engrave anything. After trying a few times, I can only give up.

Xia Mo's body lying on the experimental table became more and more "full", her hair began to grow longer and thicker, and slowly receded like biological tentacles, like countless poisonous snakes dancing in the darkness.

The withered black bones on her back seemed to have become real wings. When they spread out to both sides, countless bone spurs stretched out, and each bone spur carried a mysterious and terrifying taste.

Ye Yan imitated human emotions and applauded from the sidelines.

Xia Ji gave her a strange look, not knowing what the dried salted fish in the sixth dimension of death wanted to do.

Ye Yan suddenly felt an emotion called "embarrassment".

Xia Ji looked at the slate that had already been densely recorded. This can be said to be the follow-up detailed test data made in the notebook.

He didn't seem to be satisfied yet, and wanted to try the process of "dissecting ghosts and obtaining the truth".

Just do what you say, although he still doesn't know how to do it, but at least he has a knife, and then he will put those evil spirits on the ground and dissect them one by one with the knife
Well, it should be considered an analysis.

Human beings have a saying, "If you read a hundred times, you will see its meaning." What it says is that you don't care about anything, do it with your heart, and you will understand it when you do a lot.

Therefore, Xia Ji decided to try dissecting [-] evil spirits first.

He was ready to go out with a knife in his hand.

At this moment, the sound of Qingling's footsteps suddenly came from a distance, da da da.
Very light, very fast, as if floating.

That is a horse.

Xia Ji quickly made a judgment.

Through the turning eye of the roof, he saw again that it was a white horse.

However, in this eerie ghost, who else can walk on a horse besides himself?

Do not!
Not one, but two!

Two horses, one in front and one behind, one is clear and the other is heavy.

It's like plucking the strings and beating a drum.

And these are approaching the "land of truth".

They are surrounded by an extremely thick strange mist, and even the magic eyes can't see clearly.

Who is it?
No matter what, Xia Ji definitely welcomes guests coming from afar.

The Kingdom of Truth needs such talents.

So he still pushed open the door, one person and one knife merged into the wind of the world, turning into a quiet and soft light, and swept towards the direction of the horse's hoof.

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The kingdom of truth is twenty miles away.

The long road winds like a snake, and the dense mist covers the sky.

Just after walking in the tree, the uncomfortably heavy rain in midsummer began to fall suddenly, swirling but cold, falling like bean-sized hailstones.

Xia Ji didn't deliberately stop him, and let the rain wash away, with his black hair on his forehead sticking to his skin, his eyes slightly squinted, and a long knife on his waist.

Finally, he saw the two horses and the two people on them.

The white horse is not a horse, just like a crazy white elephant, whose head was cut off and replaced with a horse's head, and a burly man sat on it.

The big man was wearing a green bamboo hat woven from Hsinchu, with a strange ghost face on his face. Except for the empty eye sockets, his nose and mouth were not exposed. It was hard to imagine how he breathed.

He was wrapped in a scarlet cloak, as if he was afraid of the cold. The cloak was tightly wrapped, not revealing any of his skin.

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The rain fell, but it couldn't touch his body at all. It was like dripping on the hottest iron plate, and it instantly turned into a neat and pervasive rise, making him shrouded in a haze, mysterious and eerie.

The black horse looked very normal. Compared with the "giant horse" beside it, it couldn't be more normal, as if it was a healthy horse on the street that could take away a few dozen taels of silver.

It's just that its normality is incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere, and the strong contrast forms another kind of weirdness.

Xia Ji raised his head slowly, and the black horse was the woman, she was wrapped in a morning glow-colored robe, and a sea-blue knife was pinned to her waist, the arc of the knife was almost like a demon moon, just like the light spots on the woman's cheeks. eyebrows.

His eyes are smiling, curved like a crescent moon, looking at everything with almost compassion and pity, and under the left eye is a conspicuous tear mole.

Delicate and graceful, it gives people the taste of crying with a smile.

(End of this chapter)