Help

Chapter 3 Help

Li Wuxiang suddenly woke up, his body tense, and he didn't know if what he heard was murmurs in his sleep.

There was silence in the room, but after a while, the voice appeared again, and this time Li Wuxiang heard it clearly - a female voice, not too old, speaking in a low voice: "Hey! Wake up! He's not here now, hurry up !”

Several thoughts quickly ran through his mind.

Probably someone trapped somewhere too. But is it too much of a coincidence to hear this person talking immediately after he behaved strangely? No, if it was a trick of "God", this should also be taken into consideration. No, no, maybe he had this in mind...

Li Wuxiang still sat up. Even if it was a trick, it was exactly the result he wanted. A "god" trying to communicate with oneself is easier to deal with than a silent observer who knows neither joy nor anger.

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

Almost immediately the female voice asked, "Which side does the moon rise from?"

Li Wuxiang was stunned for a moment and understood immediately. There is no such thing as "moon" in the original owner's concept. The other party wants to know whether he is no longer the original owner of the body. But he wasn't sure if this was the world he came from, and he wasn't sure if the moon here rose in the east and set in the west, so he just whispered: "It's almost like the sun anyway. Who are you?"

This answer did not seem to satisfy the female voice, and she asked again: "You can tell me something I don't know, anything."

The word "external evil" popped out of Li Wuxiang's head again. What does external evil mean? Time traveler? Are there often time-travelers like me in this world? Being called an external evil? So she asked me to tell her something she didn't know so she could confirm my identity?

wrong. The identity of "traveler" will not make "god" as nervous as before, almost fearful. "External evil" must mean something else that people are afraid of... There is indeed a supernatural power in this world.

Li Wuxiang thought for a moment, then changed into an unhappy tone: "You are quite courageous."

After a while, the female voice spoke again. The first few words were in a slightly higher tone, as if she was trying to suppress her excitement: "Are you really an evil spirit!? My... my name is Zhao Xi, don't be angry, ah, anyway, you There is 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? "

You can't believe a word she says, but you still have to follow her words. Li Wu 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. He had discovered it a long time ago, but you still pretended to be the same person just now. He is scared. He will definitely not come to your place tonight. You must have something to do, right? But you can't see him there, but he will definitely not attack you first. You are his baby now. …”

Incoherent. But this made Li Wuxiang think she was a little more credible. He interrupted her: "Stop. Who is he? Why do you keep me here?"

Zhao Xi hesitated for a moment: "I won't tell you until you kill him, and I won't tell you how to get out until you kill him..."

Her voice suddenly paused and then dropped even lower: "He's coming, remember-"

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

"You spit him out... ah..." After an exclamation, Zhao Xi's voice stopped abruptly. Li Wuxiang immediately turned over to the bedside, held the wooden thorn on the wooden board in his hand, and hid it under the tattered sleeves of his robe.

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

He then put down the iron plate and dipped his hand into some blood on the ground to taste it. Yes, it's blood... "God" found out that Zhao Xi was talking to him and killed her?

But at this time, Li Wuxiang felt less and less afraid. Trapped woman, murder - these are not good things, but at least they are within the scope of what he can understand. And if the "god" really discovered that Zhao Xi was talking to him and killed her, it would mean that he was a human and not a god!

He no longer hesitated, tore off the tattered dragon robe, quickly tore it into pieces, and then wrapped his soles and palms to make simple shoes and gloves. When doing all this, he felt that his movements were quite skillful, but he just couldn't remember how he learned these things in the past.

Then he walked out of the room holding the wooden thorn in his hand, and first went to the doors of the two bedrooms where the "hundred officials" lived to look inside. After his resurrection, he has been strictly following everything the original owner of his body did, so his impression of this room is limited to a long time ago. Now that he looks carefully with his own eyes, he can't see any difference - it is different from his "bedroom" They are all similar to square stone houses carved into the mountain, with a grain outlet and a water reservoir, and no doors or windows.

So he quickly retreated to the "Jinluan Hall" and walked behind the two rows of "Hundred Officials". In the row to the left of the throne, the third to last person is taller, and the robes on the bones are also well preserved. The most important thing is that he is on the edge of the bright light on the stone wall, so it is difficult to see clearly. .

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

The toilet that was used by 101 people no longer had a noticeable odor, and only two rows of squat 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, and Li Wuxiang had once thought of escaping from here.

Now he dragged the dead bones in, picked up the skull first, threw it into a squat toilet, and then listened quietly.

After a while, until he thought he might have missed some sound, there was a slight "dong" sound. This meant that the bottom was indeed bottomless and he could not escape from here.

So he threw the remaining bones in, then put on his robe, walked back to the Golden Palace, and stood where the bones were originally.

In the current situation, there is really no foolproof plan. If what Zhao Xi said was true, then the previous eleven days were entirely due to the curiosity and indecision of the "god", so that he had enough time to recover his mind. If Zhao Xi was also part of a trick or a trap, then there was no need to disguise himself now.

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

Just like that, more than ten breaths passed, and the Golden Palace was still as quiet as usual, but the smell had changed.

The very faint smell of bamboo appeared again.

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

He was very fast, and there was no footsteps to locate him, so Li Wuxiang did not find a suitable opportunity to catch or knock him down, so he could only continue to wait and estimate the other party's reaction.

He counted six times in his mind before the smell of the god completely disappeared, which meant that he had entered the bedroom. After another five counts, the smell of bamboo came from far away and passed by him quickly - it must have found 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 footsteps that sounded like thin paper falling to the ground, going straight to the toilet.

The "god" did not find anyone in the other three rooms, and thought that the "emperor" might have jumped out of the toilet. Now, Li Wuxiang felt that he could roughly figure out his position - 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's current position was just opposite the toilet, and there was a row of dry bones between him and the "god". He took a slow deep breath to let the smell of bamboo penetrate deeper into his nose, while counting the other party's footsteps, and then pounced!

The dry bones between him and the god were pounced on by him, and the dry bones crackled forward and hit something in mid-air. A thought flashed through Li Wuxiang's mind, with a hint of joy - he could be touched!

Then he bumped into the other party, but the touch was strange. The body of the god was not as heavy as imagined, it was light and quite soft.

He originally wanted to hug the other party with his arms, fall together, and then quickly stab him a few times on the ground. However, the first step was successful - he hugged the body of the god accurately, but the second step went wrong - when he was about to fall with the other party, 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 party'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 by smell and footsteps, but the bones were still rolling on the stone ground, and the rotten smell was also emitted. His ears and nose completely failed at this moment.

So he immediately reached out and grabbed the dry bones on the ground - the first ones he grabbed were some short broken bones, which he threw around, but didn't hit anything. The next one he grabbed was a leg bone, which he had already propped up and half-squatted, and he used this leg bone to draw a circle around, but didn't touch anything either.

A thought jumped into his mind: "God" ran away.

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

The instinct from the depths of his memory took over his body at this moment, and 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 using his right leg to force, and stabbed the opponent's chest with the wooden thorn held in his right hand -

But it missed, 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 quickly - 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 performed those actions, the speed would not be much faster. According to his observation and estimation of "God" these days, he would never retreat so quickly.

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

The neck suddenly felt cold, followed by the right chest. This time the "god" was closer! Li Wuxiang immediately rushed forward to hug the other party, but he still rushed to nothing and touched nothing.

He immediately shrank back and pressed against the wall. It seemed that the other party did not intend to leave, and was even playing tricks on him. He quickly glanced at the three wounds on his body and found that the cuts were extremely smooth. Only then did blood begin to slowly ooze out.

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

The neck felt cold again, followed by both shoulders. But at this time, Li Wuxiang threw the leg bone and wooden thorn in his hand, jumped up, and grabbed with both arms-

Holding the slender and light thing, the touch was exactly the same as the first time he touched the "god"!

He was above his head!

This time Li Wuxiang did not give him a chance to slip away again. He used both hands to tightly grasp the part he was holding, and pulled it off violently, then bent over, fell to the ground, and rolled over, wrapping the thing tightly around himself.

His torso immediately became 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, sensing its lightness, softness, and any movement that tried to slip away, and then adjusted his strength in time to ensure that he held it tightly, while rolling towards the wall until his back hit the stone wall hard - the severe pain in his back disappeared, probably because he and the wall were holding it together.

But the situation did not become more optimistic... With the flow of blood, Li Wuxiang felt that he was getting weaker and weaker. And the "god" he was holding, although light and soft, had extremely tough skin, and even if he used his nails to scratch it, it would only make his fingers hurt. If this continues for a little longer, he will 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 what he understood, or whether it was another three words, but now he had no time to think -

Pah!

He spat fiercely on the thing he was holding.

Today's chapter is two chapters and one chapter.