2-The Old Man with the Clock
"This name is good." Ye Liangchen nodded and praised, feeling a little relieved.
"It is good." Zhao Ritian also agreed.
"What is good about it? How come I don't know?" Green-haired Shaqima scratched her hair, and several hairs fell between her fingers, which frightened Shaqima and made her feel that she was about to go bald.
"Hahahaha, anyway, if you say it is good, it is good..." He was very open-minded. If he couldn't figure it out, he would not think about it. He laughed nervously again, took out a deck of cards, threw it on the bed, and asked:
"New Langmie, do you want to play cards? Ten points a game."
"No points." Si Qingyan refused decisively.
"You can buy on credit." Zhao Ritian suggested, as if he really cared about Si Qingyan.
"Okay then." Si Qingyan was a person who didn't want to cheat, but he had no points.
Start from scratch, starting from this moment.
"Have you played cards before?" Zhao Ritian smiled gently, even a little innocent.
"I have played, but I'm not very familiar with it." Si Qingyan never remembered the cards when playing cards before, and liked to play randomly, and professionally pit teammates. So he smiled a little stiffly and didn't look confident.
Zhao Ritian felt that Si Qingyan didn't look like someone who could play cards. Such a person should be obsessed with becoming stronger. Usually, he only knows how to fight and kill. How can he have any entertainment skills? The prisoners in the Black Court have all kinds of backgrounds. Si Qingyan has a cold and hard temperament, like an ice cube. It's obvious that he doesn't know these.
"Langmie, don't be polite to me. I'll lend you as much as you want." Zhao Ritian was very generous, exuding the temperament of a local tycoon.
"I have it too." Ye Liangchen looked very reliable.
The brothers here are very friendly, speak well, and invite Si Qingyan to play cards.
Si Qingyan seemed to feel a little warm.
Green-haired Shaqima began to shuffle the cards on her own initiative. Her fingers danced quickly, and the cards spun and flew on her fingertips. There were many patterns, like a butterfly, which was very beautiful.
For a while, everyone was happy, and the whole 4th dormitory exuded a happy atmosphere, as if they had completely forgotten the butterfly. Butterfly. Knife that just flew in.
The card game began.
At the beginning, everyone maintained a harmonious, friendly and enthusiastic scene, which was very warm.
In the first game, Si Qingyan won.
He was just lucky and got a good hand.
Others thought in their hearts.
But soon, the atmosphere became more and more solemn.
Because several people found that Si Qingyan had never lost a game!
Their points were getting less and less.
Si Qingyan was not polite to them at all. The four of them played cards and won ten games.
The rule here is that after a game, the winner gets 30 points and the loser each pays 10 points. Si Qingyan didn't let them take advantage of them at all.
"It's too late, wash up and go to bed." Ye Liangchen threw the cards, expressionless, and took the lead in withdrawing from the game.
"Let's wash together, I'll rub your back." Zhao Ritian didn't have much facial change, still smiling gently, but followed Ye Liangchen into the bathroom with extremely natural steps.
Si Qingyan was slightly stunned, looking at the backs of the two people, with complicated eyes, difficult to describe.
Anyway, it's not envy.
At this moment, Zhao Ritian suddenly turned back and smiled, throwing him a wink, very charming and uncomfortable.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." Green-haired Shaqima screamed, put away the cards, and didn't know where to put them. The thin prison uniform didn't show where a deck of cards was hidden.
"I'm not happy, I didn't win, Shaqima needs to sleep well today, so that I can grow taller." He pouted and rolled on the bed like a child. He slept on the upper bunk of Si Qingyan, and when he rolled, Si Qingyan's bed also creaked and shook.
"Don't move." Si Qingyan pressed down on the bed board and took the initiative to remind.
"I don't want to! I want to roll..." Shaqima not only didn't stop, but also intensified, like a fish thrown on the shore, constantly turning over.
The whole bed began to shake violently, making a sound of being overwhelmed, as if it would fall apart in the next moment, and even mysterious dust fell on Si Qingyan's bed.
If Shaqima was still a baby, she might... maybe... be a little cute.
But he was a strong adult man with flowing green hair and well-developed limbs. When he rolled over, the bed creaked. It was very scary to watch with the screen.
Si Qingyan had to get up from the bed, jumped up, and tied up Shaqima with her bed sheet.
"Ah~ What are you going to do to the baby..."
"Why are you tying me up? It hurts, my wrists are rubbed red, stinky brother..."
Si Qingyan couldn't bear to look directly at it, and couldn't help turning her head away.
This kind of weird thing can't be seen too much.
If you look at it too much, your eyes will burn and your vision will decrease.
He had to use a corner of the bed sheet to stuff Shaqima's mouth.
After the resurrection of spiritual energy, many people have awakened their innate abilities. In addition, their personal physical fitness has also been greatly improved. Shaqima's strength is not great, only ordinary, and Si Qingyan easily subdued her.
Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen, who were taking a bath in the bathroom, looked at each other, and Ye Liangchen whispered:
"A fellow traveler?"
"Not necessarily." Zhao Ritian shook his head.
The two were really just rubbing each other's backs.
They had been bathing together for a long time. At first, it was to tease Green Hair, who always liked to peek at them bathing... Other things, let's not talk about them.
They both felt that boring life might become interesting.
Living together for a long time, the novelty was gone, Green Hair hadn't peeped at them bathing for a long time.
After the two came back from the bath, they lay on the bed.
"Why do you need to use a replacement?" Si Qingyan asked.
Ye Liangchen lay on his back on the bed, crossed his legs, in a good mood, and explained to Si Qingyan:
"Afraid of forgetting who you are. Real names are not allowed here, never. Only numbers can be used. If you are willing to become a series of numbers, you don't have to use the substitution number."
"Once you enter the Black Court, you can never leave unless you kill a hundred thousand enemies."
"Everyone who enters the Black Court has ghost vines parasitizing their bodies. The numbers on the back of our hands are the juice of the ghost vines. Those who escape will be sucked dry by the ghost vines in an instant."
"This thing cannot be removed. It is the essence of the Demon King, unless he becomes a king. Then again, if he really becomes a king, who will be caught in the Black Court."
Ye Liangchen laughed as he spoke, with a mocking smile on his lips.
"What is a king?" Si Qingyan seemed to have heard someone say this unintentionally.
"The king is the most powerful being in Kyushu. On the Aqua Blue Star, there are the most kings in Kyushu."
Si Qingyan seemed to know nothing, and Ye Liangchen asked curiously:
"Mie'er, where did you hang out before and how come you don't have any common sense?"
"Laboratory." Si Qingyan resisted the urge to retort to Ye Liangchen. What the hell was Mie'er called? He felt uncomfortable all over.
Fortunately, it was just a random name.
"According to the evolutionary level, it is simply divided into six levels: A, B, C, D, E, and F. Regardless of talent or strength, they are divided according to this standard. Level A is the pinnacle that most evolvers can reach. A small number of people can become S-level above A-level. Most of these powerful people are the masters of a region and can use the power of the law. On top of this, there are SS poles and the masters of a state. They can form a powerful army. Domain, for example, the leader of the ice system can freeze for thousands of miles at any time. Only when you are SSS level can you be called a king. I don’t know how strong it is. The black court is a cage built by several kings from Kyushu. You can Use your imagination to think about the process of escape, I can think of hundreds of ways in a minute.”
After Ye Liangchen finished speaking, he whistled.
"Thank you for telling me this." Si Qingyan was calm.
This world is really nice.
He was calm as never before, and after experiencing the storm, his days in jail became more comfortable.
He has always carried the Flower God Sword and Liuguang with him. They are saved by the system and can be accessed at any time. Some of the other things fell in Cangya, and some were swept to unknown places by the turbulence of time and space. The afterlife order takes Si Qingyan through time and space during use, and it is difficult to retrieve things that fall into it.
It is forbidden to carry controlled knives in the black court, but the sky is the limit, as long as you don't get caught.
Shaqima must have a special way of hiding things. When he was collecting the playing cards, Si Qingyan noticed weak spatial fluctuations.
Si Qingyan left the Flower God Sword in the space and put Liu Guang on his wrist again.
Liuguang has already entered a state of slumber. When the Cangya stars fell, it absorbed a lot of power with different attributes to replenish its original source. It is almost waking up. By then, it will be protected by Liuguang's protection.
Si Qingyan himself still retains many doomsday-specific abilities, such as red butterfly parasitism, greatly enhanced freezing ability, puppets, and blood plague. Some abilities he didn't intend to use, but some were very convenient.
Although the retained abilities are all weakened versions, they do not have the out-of-control nature of Doomsday and simply become something similar to super powers. Having too many abilities always gives Si Qingyan a headache. What move should he use when taking action?
"clang--"
A dull bell rang.
"Don't talk after the third bell rings. Lie down, close your eyes, and don't make any noise." Zhao Ritian hurriedly lay down on the bed and lowered his voice.
"Dang——dang——" the second bell rang.
No noise can be heard from the outside world.
It seemed that at this moment, everything was silent.
"Dang—dang—dang—" the third bell rang.
Si Qingyan lay flat on the bed, picturing the scene outside House 4 in her mind.
A stooped old man carrying an ancient bronze bell slowly walked out of a black door at the end. His steps were heavy, and the sound of each step was very clear.
The old man's facial features were slightly different from those of today's people, more like ancient figurines that had been buried underground for thousands of years.
His eyelids were drooped, he was not breathing, and there was no heartbeat.
Slowly go up from the bottom floor and pass by the door of each dormitory in turn.
Si Qingyan did not take the initiative to offend the old man, but only observed silently. Even Si Qingyan noticed a trace of palpitations in his heart. It was a rule-type existence, and those who violated the rules would be directly obliterated.
Finally someone couldn't help but fart.
The old man who held the bell instantly appeared outside the fart dormitory and knocked on the door.
Three knocks.
The sound was very close to everyone, almost close to their ears. You could even hear the sudden quickening breathing of the people inside after the door opened automatically.
People who fart still dare not make a sound.
He trembled slightly and did not dare to open his eyes.
The old man holding the bell stood at the head of his bed, leaning forward with his face close, as if observing.
He didn't seem to notice anything, so he turned around and walked out.
Everyone in that dormitory breathed a sigh of relief.
Still didn't dare to make any noise.
After the old man who holds the clock goes out, the door will be closed automatically.
"What's wrong with me just saying something!"
The words rang out loud in the silence.
The old man who held the bell appeared on that floor again and went to knock on the door as usual.
After he entered, he accurately found the person who made the sound, put his hand on the person's face, and pressed it down.
The person who made the sound seemed to have been sucked dry, leaving only a thin piece of human skin.
When the old man went out with the bell, everything was as usual.
The old man holding the clock did not change in appearance, but the clock in his hand had a certain blurred pattern that became clearer.
It seems that this old man was created to raise the clock with his flesh, blood and soul.
That person should be a newcomer today. He did not listen to his roommate and went to paradise early.
Most of the people who entered the Black Court were not good people. It was just that during the war, combat power was precious, and the punishment was postponed a little, so that they could survive in the Black Court.
After the inspection, the old man holding the clock returned to the black gate.
There were some sounds, but no one spoke.
Even if someone went to the toilet in the middle of the night, they did not dare to have fun completely. They could only strangle it, slowly and quietly, and did not dare to make too loud a sound.
In this quiet night, Si Qingyan slept unexpectedly well.
The next day, Si Qingyan opened his eyes after receiving the three butterfly knives shot down from the bed.
This green-haired Shaqima had no killing intention when she swung the knife. It was like she was playing, making it hard to defend against. Fortunately, Si Qingyan was very sensitive to spatial fluctuations, and he woke up as soon as the knife was taken out.
He calmly put away the butterfly knife.
Weapons are very precious things in this place, and they can be sold privately to others in exchange for points, so that you can order more dishes when you eat.
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