Chapter 4 The True Form

Chapter 4 The True Form

Chapter 4 The True Form
A ball of color suddenly spread out in front of him, and the "God" appeared.

The moment he saw his face, Li Wuxiang almost let go of his hand - the "god" looked like an extremely distorted person, entangled with him like an extremely thick python. His face had been completely stretched and deformed, and his eyes and mouth were wriggling and trembling at the same time, as if it was an extremely abstract painting.

Li Wuxiang spat on the left cheek of "God" - his saliva was like deadly acid to "God". This silent thing immediately screamed, and its entire face began to melt, dripping onto the ground in a sticky liquid.

it works!

Li Wuxiang immediately grabbed him and started spitting wildly. After spitting a few times, he felt that his mouth was completely dry, so he simply bit the other person and started to tear him apart. At the same time, he felt a chill and itch on his back, which must have been caused by something sharp scratching him repeatedly.

His blood flowed rapidly with the violent movement. This made his vision blurry and his ears roar, as if he was immersed in deep water. He didn't know how long he had been biting the "God" before it gradually stopped struggling and making no more sounds. But when he came to his senses and lay on the ground powerlessly, he realized that his mouth was full of sticky and astringent things.

He turned his head and took out the contents of his mouth, only to find that they were all saliva-soaked, stained paper scraps.

Under his body, a distorted paper figure had been flattened and torn beyond recognition, with blood on the edges of the torn paper. Li Wuxiang took a deep breath and smelled a faint bamboo fragrance from the paper... This was bamboo paper.

"God" is a paper man.

Or maybe this paper man is the incarnation of "God".

But no matter which one it was, Li Wuxiang no longer had the strength to move. He could only lie on the ground, gasping for breath, waiting for someone to suddenly appear and pick him up from the ground or kill him. After waiting for a while, he passed out.

……

When he woke up again, he was still in the "Golden Throne Hall", lying on the stone floor, and there was silence all around him.

Because the wound was not too deep, the bleeding stopped, but the slightest movement caused severe pain. But for Li Wuxiang, being able to lie here was the best news. He slowly propped himself up and then moved to the side. Judging from the scab on the wound, at least two hours had passed, but no one came down.

It is possible that “God” really is this paper man.

He carefully examined the thing on the ground that was soaked in his blood - it was made of several layers of thick bamboo paper, with eyebrows and eyes painted on the surface. It looked lifelike, but because it was crumpled, it looked very distorted.

What the hell is this, painted skin?
He thought for a while, picked up the thing from the ground, rolled it up, and threw it into the toilet.

Then he stripped a robe from a dead body and put it on himself, slowly moving back to the "bedroom". The blood flowing from the wall dried into a black patch. Li Wuxiang lifted the iron plate and shouted to the narrow stone path where the dumpling rolled out: "Zhao Xi? Zhao Xi?"

There was no reply.

Li Wuxiang walked to the pool nearby, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and then began to grope and push along the wall, bit by bit.

There must be a door that can bring in 101 living people and a paper man. The most likely possibility is the toilet... There is a passage under the toilet that can be used to bring people in and then block it off... No, if the entrance is there, why would it be necessary to build a toilet there? Before I crossed over, these 101 children had been completely domesticated, so there was no need to hide the entrance and exit under the toilet.

He was thinking as he explored. The four rooms were not very big, but it took him half an hour to reach the left side of the Golden Throne Hall. Considering that the paper man had floated above his head in the previous fight, there was another possibility that the exit was on the roof.

If it really is on the roof, and Zhao Xi has been killed, and the "God" has also been killed by me, Li Wuxiang thought breathlessly, then I have to really try jumping down from the toilet.

When he reached the south side of the Golden Palace, the wall opposite the Nine Dragon Throne, his legs began to tremble. If this was really a small palace, then this should be the location of the real door. But now, when Li Wuxiang pressed his hands hard, he found——

His body suddenly leaned forward. With a slight sound of stone friction, his hands pressed into nothingness - the stone door slid open and he fell outside.

Outside the door was a small compartment, still with stone walls, a narrow stone staircase leading up, and a long-burning lamp at the corner. Li Wuxiang stood up with the help of the wall, remained motionless, and listened attentively - there was no sound.

So he leaned against the wall and walked slowly along the stairs. After a turn, a light gradually appeared above the stairs. It should be the light of another eternal lamp, but there was another door.

It was no longer a rough and cold stone door, but a double wooden door, which made Li Wuxiang feel the breath of a living person all of a sudden. He walked to the door with trembling legs and tried to push it.

The door opened.

There is a stone chamber behind the door.

The same stone walls, the same eternal lamps, but the difference is that there is only one large room here - in the middle of the room, there is a stove whose surface is blackened by smoke and fire, with flame-shaped ears on both sides. Judging from the exposed shiny metal material, it should be a copper furnace, about half a person's height, but the surface is uneven, it seems that the workmanship is quite rough, and it seems that it is deliberately made to have ups and downs.

Next to the furnace was a small wooden bench, which was painted, but now most of it had peeled off. Behind the bench, two full sacks were stacked against the wall, and there were more empty sacks lying around. On the other side of these sacks was a pile of broken charcoal.

These can be illuminated by the eternal lamp in the room. At the edge of the light range, Li Wuxiang can see something like a screen dividing the stone room into two parts, front and back. He adjusted his breathing and sniffed attentively, smelling the smoke and the thick smell of blood emanating from the alchemy furnace.

"Zhao Xi?" He walked to the alchemy furnace and picked up a small stool, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you still alive?"

No one spoke. Li Wuxiang held the bench and slowly walked to the edge of the screen. He paused for a moment, quickly poked his head out, then retracted it, and then walked out from behind the screen.

I saw Zhao Xi. The furnishings behind the screen were also very simple. Next to the screen was a long cabinet table filled with sundries. Against the opposite stone wall was a wooden couch, and Zhao Xi was lying beside the couch. She was wearing a white short coat, with a long wound on her chest. The blood had stained half of her body red. She tilted her head and faced Li Wuxiang.

She was still alive, her eyes were open, her eyelids and lips were trembling slightly, but she looked like she had no strength to speak.

Li Wuxiang's eyes fell to the other side - four or five steps away from Zhao Xi, another person was sitting against the wall, with his head slightly lowered. This man looked to be about 40 or 50 years old, with a naked upper body, short and skinny, with a knife deeply stabbed in the chest. The blood from the wound also soaked half of his body, and white spots appeared on his eyeballs, obviously dead.

Behind the body was a half-opened iron plate. It seemed that the blood flowing out of the hole was his, not Zhao Xi's. Zhao Xi suddenly sighed slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Li Wuxiang looked over and felt that her eyeballs were shaking and twitching at first, but then realized that she was trying to look in one direction - the counter behind the screen.

Li Wuxiang first walked to the man's body, kicked him on the head, then grabbed the handle of the knife on his chest and twisted it vigorously, then pulled it down with force. It must have been stuck on the sternum, and the blade only slightly cut a not-so-deep cut downwards, and it couldn't be pulled anymore. But the cut was filled with blood and flesh, and it could be seen that it was indeed a person, not a paper man.

Only then did he walk to the counter.

There were a lot of things scattered on the table. There were small black bones, dried branches and leaves, several piles of mineral slag of different colors, several empty bamboo and pottery jars, plates filled with various colors of paint, and several brushes. Among the miscellaneous items, a white big-bellied porcelain bottle was quite conspicuous. It was plugged with a wooden stopper wrapped in red cloth and was about the size of a fist.

Li Wuxiang picked it up and looked at Zhao Xi: "This?"

Zhao Xi's eyeballs stopped trembling immediately.

Li Wuxiang uncorked the bottle, fanned it with his hand, and smelled a strong medicinal aroma. He tilted the bottle mouth on the table, and five pills of black and red, round, and each pill was about the size of the tip of a little finger.

As soon as he saw this thing, a thought jumped out from the depths of his memory - "Fuyuan Baosheng Dan", an external pill that was specially used to treat internal and external injuries. It was not particularly precious, but it was definitely not a common item.

It's really strange, Li Wuxiang couldn't help thinking, how come I know everything? What did I do in the past?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, disjointed fragments of memory jumped into his mind, like a person who has just woken up from a deep sleep and begins to remember what happened before falling asleep, making his eyes ache and veins on his forehead throb.

But now is not the time. He exhaled, not thinking about those vague memories for the time being, and picked up a pill, but did not rush to feed it to Zhao Xi, but leaned back and sat on the chair beside the table.

His eyes had completely adapted to the dim light in the back room, so he could see a few pieces of clothing hanging on the wall behind the wooden couch. Most of them were men's clothes, and they were just the right size for the person on the ground. There were also two women's clothes, which also fit Zhao Xi, but they looked very worn.

Then, he should be the "god" who drives the paper man below. And Zhao Xi...may have the same fate as the more than 100 people below, being imprisoned, but for other purposes, so Zhao Xi also learned more from the "god" and behaved more like a normal person.

But he still had to wait before giving her the medicine.

The difference between immediately putting the pill into her mouth and sitting upright on the chair like now, looking down at her as if thinking and considering, is that the former will make him look like just an ordinary person, while the latter will make him look more cold and more like the "external evil" she mentioned.

After three breaths, Li Wuxiang turned his gaze back to Zhao Xi. She was panting rapidly, blinking convulsively, and staring at the pill in his hand.

So Li Wuxiang walked up to Zhao Xi, bent down, pried open her mouth, put the pill into her mouth, and then lifted up her upper body.

Zhao Xi's throat moved slowly, and after a long while she managed to swallow the pill. Li Wuxiang carried her to the wooden couch, opened her mouth again, and confirmed that the pill was not in her mouth. He then took a pill himself, pulled out the dagger from the corpse's chest, and sat next to Zhao Xi holding the knife.

After a few breaths, the drug took effect. He first felt a warm current coming out of his stomach, as if he had drunk strong liquor. Then the heat slowly spread throughout his body, just like drinking a cup of hot water in the coldest days of winter, and the warm current steamed up all the pores in his body. There were originally countless small wounds on his back and thighs, which had long been unbearable. Now that the warm current arrived, although there was still pain, the pain began to subside, and the wounds produced a slight itchy feeling.

Li Wuxiang slightly gripped the hilt of the knife, not letting his face show any changes due to the pain and itchiness, and just stared at Zhao Xi's face calmly.

The pill should have taken effect in her body. At first, her chest was almost flat, then she began to wheeze and gasp, and then her upper body suddenly tensed up, she tilted her head and spat out a mouthful of black blood, and her breathing became smooth all of a sudden.

Li Wuxiang turned sideways and slowly lifted her upper body with one arm, which made it easier for her to breathe and for him to stab her in the heart.

After a while, she coughed twice, and tried to open her eyes and look at Li Wuxiang: "...You are the external evil?"

Li Wuxiang neither nodded nor shook his head, but only asked: "Is that the one over there the one who locked me up?"

"Yes……"

"Did you kill him?"

"Yes……"

"Were you talking to me before?"

"Yes... I also asked you about the moon--"

"How to get out?"

He had observed it just now and found that there were still no doors or windows here, only stone walls, and only a small room in the corner that was used as a toilet.

Zhao Xi was stunned and blinked, as if he thought his question was very strange: "... Go out? Where to?"

My guess should be correct. Zhao Xi was also imprisoned here since she was a child. Although she looks no different from ordinary people, her worldview must be different. She can't understand the concept of "getting out"?
But before Li Wuxiang could explain to her, Zhao Xi exclaimed again: "You...you are an external evil, don't you know it?"

"what?"

"The world is destroyed... It has been destroyed a long time ago..." She blinked and said with difficulty, "Outside, the world has long been a sea of ​​fire and ruins... Now there are only two of us alive in the world."

　Today I am combining two chapters into one.

　　
　
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