Chapter 6 The Crow and the Stigmata

Chapter 6 The Crow and the Stigmata

"Ah... days can't be passed..."

Huai Shi sat on the garden, her clothes were disheveled, her face was pale, thinking of what had happened in the past two days, she couldn't help but howled up to the sky and burst into tears.

This is not just the danger of being so poor that it is about to go bankrupt, but that it has been discovered to be interviewed as a cowherd and then lost its reputation, and then encountered a dead body inexplicably, and was pointed at by a long gun and short cannon and brought into it. Going to a strange agency, and in the end the heart was hit again...

From the inside out, from the spirit to the wallet, it is no longer possible to support such a bitter and painful life.

Especially the record in that book just now, Huai Shi wanted to die every time she read it, but her family was so poor that she couldn't even afford a rope, and the natural gas had been out for half a year.

There is no way to seek death, and no way to survive.

"Forget about dead ball!"

He slammed the note aside, impotently furious, and the panda wept. After the rage and tears were over, he obediently picked up the note, wiped off the dirt on it, then sighed and continued to look at the bare garden in a daze.

It will pass, Huai Shi, it will pass...Maybe I will forget about it after a while?

He secretly prayed in his heart, and then began to have a headache where to earn the next living expenses.

"It's good if you can really think so. But if you count the time, those guys should be eyeing you..."

He heard a strange voice beside him, like a woman, hoarse and charming, with a trace of indescribable mockery. She said, "Young man, you are going to die."

"You are going to die!"

Huai Shi stared back angrily, then froze in place.

There was no one beside him.

This is the backyard of his house, and no one would come here, let alone talk to him inexplicably.

Who can speak?

On the fence he saw a crow preening its wings lazily.

"Don't be stupid, yes, it's me."

In his bewildered expression, the crow said calmly: "It's the crow who talked to you, that's right, you are not having a nightmare."

As she spoke, she seemed to be hiccupping.

"You can talk?"

Huai Shi was stunned, and immediately woke up: "No, what the hell are you!"

The crow laughed softly, and his tone became aggrieved and narrow-minded: "Wow, when I stared at him every day without blinking, I regarded him as a little kiss, now I call him a ghost?"

"You, you, you... are you that broken book?"

Huai Shi reacted and opened the cover of the notebook. On the title page... the silhouette of a crow had disappeared without a trace, as if it had really turned into a living thing and flew out of the page.

"Roughly the same."

The crow sighed, and glanced at the notes in his arms: "Although they are both wreckage, the current me is just a record on it.

However, it would be too ridiculous to confuse me with the 'Kingdom of Heaven'. "

Speaking of words that Huai Shi could not understand, she changed the subject, and stared at Huai Shi with her red eyes: "However, it has nothing to do with who I am, the problem is——

——Do you really think I framed you just now? "

She asked softly, "Haven't you experienced all the records of those people before they died?"

Huai Shi thought of her continuous nightmare last night, she shivered subconsciously, her tone became dry: "Are they really... all dead?"

"Ah, that's right."

The crow nodded: "Except for you, everyone who has seen that box is dead.

There are really a lot of good things in there. After sleeping for so many years, it is rare to be able to replenish so much source quality. Although it is a bit messy, but after calculation, it is worth about eight or nine hundred people, right? "

She clicked her lips unsatisfied, and looked at Huai Shi happily: "For the sake of those meeting gifts, do you need my help, young man?"

"40 grams of copper, 57 grams of silver, 12 grams of tin powder...a set of crucible and gas stove, and the rest of the lead will be given away..."

In the evening, Huai Shi, who had been running around the city for a day, finally returned home, threw the plastic bag in her hand on the table, and picked up tons of mineral water left over from drinking the day before yesterday, regardless of whether she was healthy or not.

"My Huabei Borrowing has been emptied, and I am heavily in debt. What is the use of buying these things?"

"Alchemy."

The crow plucked his feathers and said calmly: "It's not easy to create a stigmata that ordinary people like you can use."

"Stigmata?" Huai Shi laughed, "Do you want me to be a cleaner who splits in the air?"

"What is this? A modern joke?"

"No, it's just a trick for garbage game manufacturers to cheat money."

Thinking of those students in the class whose eyes were red with krypton gold and krypton, Huai Shi felt... so envious from the bottom of her heart.

"It's different, Huai Shi. Although the names are the same, the stigmata I'm talking about are not ridiculous things."

The crow explained calmly: "If the essence of the soul possessed by the ascendant is the prototype of theocracy, then the stigmata are the result of analyzing the legacy of the gods.

By tracing back the traces of miracles to find the way to the sacred, imitating the gods, investigating the authority and remaining traces of the gods, what is researched is the existence of the stigmata. A mystery made of metal and incense, a tiny miracle created in imitation of a gigantic miracle.

This is the stigmata. "

"……god?"

Huai Shi was stunned, "Is there really a god in this world?"

"There have been."

The crow was silent for a moment, "It's just that they are all dead. The things abandoned by the times have nothing to worry about in today's world. I'm afraid that in a short time, even the value of remembering will be gone."

Crow didn't want to say more about this, but urged Huai Shi to set up the crucible and start this refinement as soon as possible.

"Is it enough to just use these?"

When the temperature of the flame was enough, Huai Shi followed the instructions of the crow, put on a mask, ground those lead lumps into powder, and mixed with her own blood, carefully wrote inscriptions that she didn't know at all on the extremely thin metal. The structure of the inscription is extremely simple, but it does not allow any deviation.

The crow's eyes were venomous and terrifying. Even if it was a little bit off, he had to erase and rewrite it. After wasting a lot of CC's blood, he finally got this simple job done.

"These are just auxiliary materials. Even the simplest stigmata are not the result of smelting with mortal fire and metal. Now they are just the simplest emergency supplies. When you want to make more advanced stigmata in the future , and even need the blood of phantom beasts and a lot of sacrifices, even..."

It paused, didn't say anything, just said lightly: "Ten minutes of rest, starting at a quarter past eleven, remember, there is only one chance, if you miss it, but I think you don't have that much money to start again, yes Bar?"

When money was mentioned, Huai Shi became more and more nervous, holding a note in his hand, repeatedly confirming the order that the crow had dictated to him, and rehearsing it in his mind.

But the raven stood by the cauldron, gazing into the flames.

In an instant, the crimson fire suddenly turned into pure white, and in the end, countless streamers emerged from it, magnificent and gorgeous.

But the figure of the crow became thinner and thinner.

"what is that?"

"Origin, the source that is ignited." The crow glanced at him, and before he could ask again, he explained: "The source is the substance that makes up the soul, the spirit preserved in the substance...you understand it as the soul." Pieces will do.

You don't have enough materials, so you can only work on the flames, and now you have to burn one soul every second. Ah, don't worry about the source, these are stock in that box. "

Huai Shi gulped, not knowing what to say.

What is more terrifying than burning a person every second is that what is contained in that box, according to the crow, is the source quality of nearly a thousand people...

What the hell is that?

"Don't think so much about what you have and what you don't have, let's start, Huai Shi."

The crow took one last look at Huai Shi. The lead liquid in the cauldron was completely boiling, but it couldn't smell the stench or other smells. Instead, it showed a hint of golden yellow under the torment of the pure white flame.

Like gold dust rippling in a pale gray.

Huai Shi didn't have time to think about it, she grabbed the things that were arranged in order at hand, and threw them into the crucible one by one. First tin, then copper, and finally silver...

Every time it is thrown in, the metal solution in the crucible does not see any ripples, and the foreign matter is completely melted in an instant.

Pure white flames rose suddenly, countless streamers were greedily sucked into the crucible, and the intense light hurt Huai Shi's eyes.

At the last moment, Huai Shi heard the crow's sigh.

"I hope this time the bet is really right, Huai Shi."

Muttering softly, she who was already as thin as a phantom suddenly spread her wings, flapped her wings and flew up, throwing herself into the cauldron.

boom!

With a low muffled sound, the flame went out, and the liquid in the crucible rose up, drawing complicated outlines in the air, and finally, it collapsed layer by layer.

While Huai Shi was staring in astonishment, it gradually condensed into substance and slowly fell from the air.

That is a feather.

Metal feathers.

Every fork on the feather, as if made of sterling silver, was slender and perfect, without any flaws. The light flowed on the mirror-like film, as if reflecting the whole world, and various strange scenes kept flashing by.

The feather fell into Huai Shi's hand.

"This is my main body now, a special type of stigmata without a pedigree—a branch of events."

The crow's voice sounded from the ear, full of exhaustion: "With that notebook and the branch in hand, even before the turmoil, you are qualified to serve as a reserve clerk."

Huai Shi stared at the windless automatic, endlessly scrolling thick notes in her hand in amazement, and felt dizzy for a while. It was obviously countless flowing handwriting, but she seemed to be looking at another self in the mirror.

Another self that exists only in written records.

"What the hell is this...?"

"Well, what I want to say... is probably the last afterimage of the kingdom of heaven on earth." The crow sighed softly, "You can call it the book of destiny."

At that moment, the countless flowing handwriting suddenly gathered, and as the crow on the title page disappeared without a trace, new lines of handwriting appeared.

Huai poetry (stress period)

Title: None

Stigmata: None

Mark of Miracle: None

Possessed skills: general knowledge LV3, art·performance·cello LV6, premonition of death LV0.

...

"Look, now you are the master recognized by him." The crow said wearily: "You will figure out the specific method of use later, I want to sleep for a while..."

"Wait a minute, what the hell is 'Death Premonition'? Why is it so vague?"

Huai Shi pressed her face to the title page, and only then did she see the handwriting that was so faint that it was almost unreadable.

"It's just a premonition of death. No matter what it is, after experiencing dozens of deaths in a row, you will have some experience and experience? The dimness means that you have already started, but it has not yet reached the level of being called a skill. It's just that I haven't Thinking that there will be an LV6 cello performance, you guy, maybe you are really a genius..."

The voice gradually drifted away, and in the end, its voice could no longer be heard.

It might actually have fallen asleep.

Only the dumbfounded Huai Shi grabbed the pen and notebook, not knowing what to use them for.

Holding the quill pen called 'Branch of Events', the corresponding operations and applications naturally emerged in my mind. In addition to operating some text-type utensils, the biggest function is that I can write in the air, freely Change colors freely...

"That's good, at least you can save the printing fee by randomly posting small advertisements in the future..."

Huai Shi looked at the pen with a wry smile, and finally looked at the book in her hand. But after he looked through it carefully, he found that there didn't seem to be any changes in it, only a few of the extra files at the end faintly glowed.

Huai Shi hesitated for a long time, then raised her pen and pointed at them.

In an instant, the pages of the book shone brightly.

The light engulfed him.

[Makes people cry! What she said to the boy]

Continue to ask for recommendations and favorites, and I think I should set up a starting point shock department to help me think about subtitles...