Chapter 3 Help

Chapter 3 Help

Chapter 3 Help
Li Wuxiang suddenly woke up, his body tensed, and he didn't know if what he heard was just talking in a dream.

The room was silent, but after a while, the voice appeared again. This time, Li Wuxiang could hear it clearly - a female voice, not too old, lowering her voice: "Hey! Wake up! He's not here now, hurry up!"

Several thoughts flashed through his mind.

Maybe he was also trapped somewhere. But isn't it a bit too coincidental to hear him speak right after I behaved strangely? No, if it was a trick of "God", he should have considered this. No, no, maybe he considered this...

Li Wuxiang still sat up. Even if it was a trick, it was exactly what he wanted. A "god" who tried to communicate with him was easier to deal with than a silent observer who didn't know whether he was happy or angry.

"Who are you?" He stopped pretending and whispered while looking at the small piece of iron plate on the wall.

Almost immediately the female voice asked, "Where does the moon rise?"

Li Wuxiang was slightly stunned, then immediately understood. The original owner had no concept of "moon". The other party wanted to know whether he was no longer the original owner of the body. But he was not sure if this was the world he came from, nor was he sure if the moon here rose in the east and set in the west, so he just whispered: "Anyway, it's almost the same as the sun. Who are you?"

This answer did not seem to satisfy the woman, so she asked again: "Tell me something I don't know. Anything is fine."

This sentence called "waixie" popped up in Li Wuxiang's mind again. What does waixie mean? A time traveler? There are often time travelers like me in this world? They are called waixie? So she asked me to tell her something she didn't know so that she could prove my identity?
No. The identity of a "traveler" would not make the "god" as nervous and fearful as before. "External evil" must mean something else that people are afraid of... There really is a supernatural power in this world.

Li Wuxiang thought for a moment and changed his tone to one of displeasure: "You are quite courageous."

After a while, the female voice spoke again, with the first few words in a slightly higher tone, as if she was trying to suppress her excitement: "Are you really an outsider? I... My name is Zhao Xi, don't be angry, ah, anyway, you have nothing to be afraid of now, you are no different from me now, you may not know as much as I do! I... Do you want to escape? I can help you!"

Don't believe a word she says, but you have to follow her. Li Wuxiang said to himself.

"How to escape?"

"You have to find a way to kill him! He also knows that you are an evil spirit...so you don't need to pretend to be the same person anymore. Something was wrong with you more than ten days ago, and he discovered it a long time ago, but you still scared him just now. He will definitely not come to your place tonight. You must have a way, right? But you can't see him over there, but he will definitely not attack you first. You are his treasure now..."

Her words were incoherent. But this made Li Wuxiang feel that she was a little more credible. He interrupted her: "Stop. Who is he? Why did you lock me up here?"

Zhao Xi hesitated for a while: "I will tell you only if you kill him. I will tell you how to get out only if you kill him..."

Her voice suddenly paused, and then lowered even lower: "He is coming, remember--"

Li Wuxiang immediately asked: "How do I kill him?"

"You spit on him...ah..." After a cry of surprise, Zhao Xi's voice suddenly stopped. Li Wuxiang immediately turned over to the bedside, grabbed the wooden thorn on the board in his hand, and hid it under his tattered robe sleeve.

There was no sound coming from behind the iron plate. Li Wuxiang waited for a moment, took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the door, and gently lifted the iron plate. Blood immediately flowed down the wall from behind the iron plate and onto the ground. He was slightly startled, but did not let go of the iron plate, and stared at the blood. After a dozen breaths, the blood stopped flowing from above.

He then put down the iron plate and reached out to dip a little blood on the ground to taste it. That's right, it was blood... "God" found Zhao Xi talking to him and killed her?

But at this point, Li Wuxiang felt less and less afraid. The trapped woman, the murder—these were not good things, but at least they were within his understanding. And if it was really the "god" who found out that Zhao Xi was talking to him and killed her, it would mean that he was a human, not a god!
He no longer hesitated, and tore off the tattered dragon robe, quickly tore it into pieces, and then wrapped his feet and palms with it to make simple shoes and gloves. When doing all this, he felt that his movements were quite skilled, but he just couldn't remember how he learned these things before.

Then he walked out of the room holding the wooden thorn, and first went to the doors of the two bedrooms where the "officials" lived and looked inside. After his resurrection, he had been strictly following everything the original owner of the body did, so his impression of this room was only from a long time ago. Now, when he looked at it carefully with his own eyes, he could not see any difference - similar to his "bedroom", it was like a square stone house carved out of the mountain, with a grain outlet, a water reservoir, and no doors or windows.

So he quickly retreated to the "Golden Palace" and walked behind the two rows of "officials". In the row on the left side of the throne, the third from the last was relatively tall, and the robes on the skeleton were relatively well preserved. Most importantly, he was at the edge of the light range of the eternal lamp on the stone wall, so it was difficult to see him clearly.

Li Wuxiang took off his clothes, piled his bones on top of his robe, and then dragged the heavy bag into the fourth room - the toilet.

The toilet, which had been used by 101 people, no longer had a noticeable odor. Only two rows of squatting toilets were left along the walls. In the original owner's memory, the bottom of the toilet was bottomless, almost meaning the end of the world. Li Wuxiang had also thought about escaping from here.

Now he dragged the bones in, picked up the skull first, threw it from a squat, and listened.

After a while, just when he thought he might have missed some sound, he heard a slight "thump". This meant that there was indeed no bottom below and he could not escape from here.

So he threw the remaining bones in, then put the robe on himself, walked back to the throne room, and stood where the bones had originally been.

There was really no perfect plan in the current situation. If what Zhao Xi said was true, then the previous eleven days were entirely due to the curiosity and indecision of the "god", so he had enough time to recover his sanity. If Zhao Xi was also part of some trick or trap, then there was no need to pretend now.

Li Wuxiang waited patiently, gradually adjusting his breathing and heartbeat so that the sound of his breathing would gradually become consistent with the sound of air flowing through the cracks in the wall.

Ten or so breaths passed like this, and the Golden Throne Hall was still as quiet as usual, but the smell had changed. That very faint smell of bamboo appeared again.

Li Wuxiang knew that the "god" was coming. This time, the god deliberately concealed his footsteps. His scent first appeared behind Li Wuxiang, as if it had quietly passed through the stone wall. Then, the scent passed by the two rows of "officials" and went straight to the "bedroom".

He was very fast and there was no sound of footsteps to locate him, so Li Wuxiang couldn't find a suitable opportunity to catch or knock him down, so he could only continue to wait and estimate his opponent's reaction.

He counted six times in his mind before the scent of the god completely disappeared, which meant he had walked into the bedroom. After another five counts, the scent of bamboo came from far away and passed by him quickly - it must have discovered that there was no one in the bedroom and immediately went to check the other two rooms.

Then, after another three counts, Li Wuxiang heard the undisguised sound of footsteps, as if thin paper was falling to the ground, and went straight to the toilet.

The "god" did not find anyone in the other three rooms and thought that the "emperor" might have jumped down from the toilet. Now, Li Wuxiang felt that he could roughly figure out his location - the speed of the "god" when moving was no different from that of a normal person, which meant that he might be a "person" whose body was hidden by some kind of spell.

Li Wuxiang is now located just opposite the toilet, with a row of dry bones between him and the "God". He takes a slow, deep breath, letting the smell of bamboo penetrate deeper into his nostrils, while counting the other party's footsteps, and then, pounces forward!

The dry bones between him and God were knocked down by him, and the dry bones crackled and scattered forward, hitting something in mid-air. A thought flashed through Li Wuxiang's mind, with a hint of joy - he could really be touched!
Then he bumped into the other person, but the touch was strange. The god's body was not as heavy as he had imagined, but light and quite soft.

He originally wanted to hug the other person with his arms, fall down together, and then quickly stab him a few times on the ground. However, the first step was successful - he accurately hugged the body of the god, but the second step went wrong - when he was about to fall down with the other person, the god suddenly became extremely slender and slipped out of his body lightly. At this moment, Li Wuxiang wanted to reach out and grab the other person's arms or legs, but his weak body could not keep up with his reaction. He just stretched out his right hand and could only touch the air.

He immediately rolled on the ground, trying to locate the other party based on smell and footsteps, but the bones were still rolling on the stone ground, and the stench of decay was emanating. His ears and nose completely failed at this moment.

So he immediately reached out and grabbed the dry bones on the ground - first some short broken bones, he threw them around, but didn't hit anything. Then he grabbed a leg bone, and at this time he had already propped himself up and half squatted, and he used this leg bone to draw a circle around, but it didn't hit anything either.

A thought popped into my mind: "God" ran away.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt his left arm cool, as if a breeze had blown past it. From the chaotic memories in his mind that had been messed up by the original owner, an extremely clear thought popped up again - this was a scratch from a very thin blade, the opponent's movements were extremely fast, but not far away from him!

The instinct from deep in his memory took over his body at this moment. He quickly twisted his hips and turned around, first using the leg bone held in his left hand to block the opponent's possible second attack, then exerted force with his right leg and stabbed the opponent's chest with the wooden thorn held in his right hand.

But it failed, there was nothing there.

Li Wuxiang immediately rushed forward, turned around, and leaned his back against the stone wall. Several thoughts flashed through his mind - something was wrong, the attack just now should not have missed. He still couldn't remember what he had done before, but his reaction just now was extremely fast. Even if a person had prepared in advance and then performed those actions, the speed would not be much faster. According to his observation and estimation of the "God" these days, he would never retreat so quickly.

It seems that this time we can only let him get away. But at least we know that he is not...

His neck suddenly felt cold, and then his right chest. This time the "god" was closer! Li Wuxiang immediately rushed forward to hug him, but he still rushed to nothing and touched nothing.

He immediately shrank back and pressed against the wall. It seemed that the other party had no intention of leaving and was even playing a trick on him. He quickly glanced at the three wounds on his body and found that the cuts were extremely smooth, and only then did they begin to bleed slowly.

Is he a human? Li Wuxiang recalled the feeling when he touched him just now... light, soft, like a ball...

His neck felt cold again, and then his shoulders. But at this moment, Li Wuxiang threw away the leg bone and wooden thorn in his hand, jumped up, and grabbed with both arms -

Holding the slender and light object, the feeling was exactly the same as the first time I touched "God"!
He's overhead!
This time Li Wuxiang did not give him a chance to slip away. He used both hands to tightly grasp the part he had grabbed, and pulled it off violently, then bent over, fell to the ground, and rolled over, wrapping the thing tightly around himself.

His torso immediately felt painful and itchy, and he could feel something - like extremely sharp claws with several blades - scratching his back and the back of his thighs frantically.

He completely ignored the damage he was suffering and focused all his attention on the thing he was holding, feeling its lightness, softness, and any movement that tried to slip away, and then adjusting his strength in time to make sure he held on to it tightly, while at the same time rolling towards the wall until his back slammed hard into the stone wall - the severe pain in his back disappeared, probably because he and the wall were holding each other back.

But the situation did not become more optimistic... With the flow of blood, Li Wuxiang felt that he was getting weaker and weaker. Although the "god" he caught was light and soft, its skin was extremely tough. Even if he used his fingernails to scratch it, it would only make his fingers hurt. If this continued for a while, he would lose control due to exhaustion and let himself be slaughtered.

Then he remembered what Zhao Xi said -

"You spit on him!"

He was not sure whether it was the meaning he understood, or whether it was the other three words, but now he had no time to think -

Pooh!
He spat fiercely on the thing he was holding.

　Today's chapter has two updates and I will just update one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)