Chapter 193
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Tick-tock, the time quietly came to 10 o'clock in the evening.
Wang Ping got out of bed and put on his slippers.
Just as Wang Ping was putting on his slippers, a pair of eyes opened under the dim bed, staring at Wang Ping's feet approaching the bed.
At this time, Wang Ping was playing with his phone and did not seem to notice that a defeated ghost hand stretched out from under the bed, trying to grab his ankle.
Just as the ghost hand was about to grab Wang Ping's ankle, Wang Ping moved, stood up and stepped down, hitting the ghost hand, and walked towards the light without paying any attention.
Hiss!
A slight gasp of cold air was heard.
Ghost Hand:"！！！"
Ding! The ghost under the bed was stepped on by the host and wanted to scream"It hurts!" Attribute +1
At this time, the ghost under the bed had bloodshot eyes due to pain. He didn't feel like he was stepped on by a person, but rather like he was crushed by an excavator.
With a swish, the ghost under the bed retracted his hand.
After turning off the lights, Wang Ping was still playing with his phone while breathing oxygen, and he didn't seem to notice the wisps of smoke overflowing from under the bed.
Time passed by, one minute, ten minutes, half an hour, one hour...
During this period of time, the room was silent, without any sound, and it was terrifyingly quiet.
At this time, the smoke in the room was as thick as the smog in Kyoto.
Ding! The ghost under the bed was a little confused, huh? Where's the cough? Attribute +1 In such an environment, why didn't the person cough? Could it be that he slept too deeply? But that's not right. Even if he slept too deeply, he would cough in such an environment.
Two hours... cough!
Finally, a cough was heard.
Ding! The ghost under the bed was surprised. He finally coughed. Damn, how come this person is so resistant to smoke and dust? Attribute +1.
Before the ghost under the bed could be happy for three seconds, the cough sound passed and the room became quiet again.
"……"
Three hours.
Three full hours passed, and except for a cough, there was no other sound in the room.
Ding! The ghost under the bed was confused. Something was wrong. You, Ma'er, are you coughing? Host, why haven't you been choked to death yet? Attribute +1
For this reason, he prepared to crawl out to see what was going on.
He crawled out quietly, and when he looked at the bed, the ghost under the bed was stunned.
Wang Ping was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the ghost under the bed who had crawled out, and the two looked into each other's eyes.
Time seemed to stand still, the air seemed to solidify, and the man and the ghost just stared at each other.
After a long while... looking at Wang Ping sitting in the smoke-filled room, the ghost under the bed finally spoke.
"You...how come you didn't get choked to death by the smoke."
Ding! The ghost under the bed is weird, watching the host breathing in the smoke, full of disbelief, attribute +1
"Why did I choke to death?"
"Uh... because this is a thick smoke, people should be choked to death."
Hearing this, Wang Ping showed disdain:"Compared with Kyoto, this little smoke is nothing."
The ghost under the bed:"……"
At this time, Wang Ping said
"Are you a local ghost? Have you never been to Kyoto?"
The ghost under the bed was stunned by this question, looking confused. What's wrong with Kyoto? He subconsciously shook his head and replied
"Never been"
"No wonder you don't know that the reason why I was not choked to death by the smoke is because I am from Kyoto, and I have been baptized by the world of Kyoto, and I am no longer afraid of the smoke and dust in the world."
Ding! The ghost under the bed didn't know what the host was saying, but felt that it was mysterious and powerful, and the attribute +1.
Before the ghost under the bed asked why, Wang Ping said
"Do you know what the furthest distance in the world is?"
The ghost under the bed was confused and replied,"The distance between life and death?"
"Wrong! The furthest distance in the world is when you are holding hands with your girlfriend on the streets of Kyoto, but you can't see her face. In Kyoto, every inch is a world, and you can't see the world an inch away at all!"
Ding! The ghost under the bed was shocked. Damn, is Kyoto so foggy?! Attribute +1 said, Wang Ping asked again
"Do you know how criminals were executed in Kyoto in ancient times?"
"Beheading at Caishikou?"
"Wrong! In ancient times, people in Kyoto did not need to behead people when they were executed. Instead, they just had to take the prisoner to the market and wait for the time. When the time came, they would shout"It is three quarters past noon, execution," and finally the executioner would tear off the prisoner's mask, and the prisoner would die."
Ding! The ghost under the bed was shocked, hiss! Kyoto is so scary! Attribute +1
Before the ghost under the bed was shocked, Wang Ping asked again
"Do you know why Kyoto traffic police can’t catch anyone running a red light?"
"Because Kyoto has good security and everyone obeys traffic rules?"The ghost under the bed replied
"Wrong! Because of the heavy fog in Kyoto, the traffic police can't see the license plate number of the car that runs the red light. Even if it runs four or five red lights, the traffic police can't see the license plate. The traffic cameras are all blurry."
At this point, Wang Ping smiled and said
"Now you know why I am not afraid of your smoke. All Kyoto people are gifted. They have long been baptized by the world of Kyoto with extremely low visibility. They have trained their eyes to be strong and immune to all poisons under the mist."
Ding!" The ghost under the bed was shocked. He didn't know why he was in awe of the people of Kyoto. They were all warriors. Attribute +1.
Although the ghost under the bed didn't know whether what Wang Ping said was true, he gradually believed Wang Ping's words when he saw that Wang Ping was not afraid of his smoke.
At this time, the ghost under the bed had only one idea, that is, he couldn't attack the people of Kyoto because he couldn't kill them.
At the same time, he admired the people of Kyoto even more. Those who could survive from the world of Kyoto were all strong!
Wang Ping stood up and walked in this smoky room, strolling leisurely, His eyes were like torches, and he didn't think at all that the smoke was too thick to see the road.
His steps were steady, and his vision was not affected by the smoke at all.
The ghost under the bed saw this and his face changed drastically.
In front of the ghost under the bed, Wang Ping walked with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely, breathing steadily, and didn't seem to be choked by the thick smoke at all.
Ding! The ghost under the bed was shocked. Is this the Kyoto person? Attribute +1
The light turned on, and the scene in the room was revealed.
In the billowing thick smoke, Wang Ping's vague figure could be seen, but his face could not be seen.
Wang Ping walked towards the ghost under the bed and spoke slowly.
"Do you know what the spirit of Kyoto is?"
The ghost under the bed did not speak, and the meaning was self-evident. He did not know.
Wang Ping glanced at the ghost under the bed and said,"After five thousand years of Chinese history and the breathing of Kyoto people every day and night, Kyoto people have come up with a new spiritual language,"Virtue carries the fog, self-improvement does not absorb, work hard in the haze, and create a new gray and yellow""
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ping slapped the ghost under the bed.
As he waved his hand, thick smoke rolled around and rippled, giving a strong sense of déjà vu with its own special effects.
Boom!
A burst of righteousness.
The pupils of the ghost under the bed shrank suddenly, and Wang Ping killed him with a palm strike.
Ding! The ghost under the bed was afraid before dying, such a terrible righteousness... Could it be that the people of Kyoto have cultivated righteousness in the haze? Attribute +1
As the ghost under the bed died, Wang Ping looked at the dissipated smoke, and then looked at the 10 bottles of oxygen that he had sucked 3 bottles of oxygen. He picked up a bottle and took a sip of oxygen.
"The fog is expensive to inhale."
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(This chapter is just a joke. It is not a regional black, not a regional black, not a regional black. Important things should be said three times.)_
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