Original Form

Chapter 4 The True Form

A ball of color suddenly bloomed 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 twisted person, entangled with himself like an extremely thick python. His face has been completely elongated and deformed, and his eyes and mouth are squirming and trembling at the same time, as if it is an extremely abstract painting.

Li Wuxiang spat on the left side of the "god's" face - his spit seemed to be deadly acid to the "god". This silent thing immediately screamed at this moment, and at the same time the whole picture His face also began to melt, and sticky drops dripped to the ground.

it works!

Li Wuxiang immediately grabbed him tightly and started spitting crazily again. After spitting for a few mouthfuls, he felt that his mouth was completely dry, so he simply bit the other person and started tearing it apart. At the same time, he felt a chill and itchiness on his back, which must have been scratched repeatedly by something sharp.

His blood flowed rapidly with the violent movements. This made his vision blurred and his ears roaring, as if his whole body was immersed in deep water. He didn't know how long he chewed on the "god" before he gradually stopped struggling and made no sound. But when he came to his senses and lay weakly on the ground, he realized that his mouth was full of sticky and astringent things.

He turned around and took out what was in his mouth, only to find that it was all stained scraps of paper soaked in saliva.

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

"God" is a paper man.

Or this paper man is the clone of "god".

But no matter which way, Li Wuxiang has no strength to move now. He could only lie on the ground panting, waiting for someone to suddenly appear, 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 "Jinluan Palace", still lying on the stone ground, surrounded by silence.

Because the wound was not too deep, the blood flow stopped, but even the slightest movement of the body hurt like hell. But for Li Wuxiang, just being able to lie here is the best news. He slowly pushed himself up to sit up, then moved to the side. Judging from the extent of the scabs on the wounds, at least two hours had passed, but no one came down.

It's possible that "god" really is this paper man.

He carefully looked at the thing on the ground that was soaked with his own blood - it was made of several layers of thick bamboo paper, with eyebrows and eyes painted on the surface with paint. It was lifelike, but because it was wrinkled, it looked distorted. Very.

What the hell is this, painted skin?

He thought for a while, picked it up from the ground, rolled it up, and threw it into the pit of the toilet.

Then he took off a robe from a withered skeleton, put it on himself, and slowly moved back to the "bedroom". The blood flowing out from the wall dried into a dark patch. Li Wuxiang lifted the iron plate and shouted towards the narrow stone path where the dumplings rolled out: "Zhao Xi? Zhao Xi?"

There was no reply.

Li Wuxiang walked to the side of the pool, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and then started groping and pushing along the wall bit by bit.

There must be a door that can bring in one hundred and one living people and one paper man. The biggest possibility is the toilet... There is some kind of passage under the toilet, which is blocked after people are sent in... No, if the entrance is there, why build a toilet there? Before he traveled through time, these one hundred and one children were completely domesticated, and there was no need to hide the entrance and exit under the toilet.

He thought and groped. The four rooms are not big, but it took him half an hour to just touch the left side of the Golden Palace. Considering that the paper man had floated above his head in the previous fight, there was another The possibility is that the exit is on the roof.

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

When he groped for the wall directly opposite the Kowloon Throne to the south of the Golden Palace, his legs began to tremble. If this is really a small palace, then this should be the location of the real door. But now, when Li Wuxiang pressed his hands hard, he...

His body suddenly leaned forward. With a slight sound of stone friction, his hands were empty - the stone door slid open and he fell out.

Outside the door is a small compartment with still stone walls. There is a narrow stone staircase leading up, and a long light is burning at the corner. Li Wuxiang stood up holding the wall, remained still, and listened quietly - there was no sound.

So he leaned against the wall and walked slowly along the steps. After a turning point, light gradually appeared above the steps. It should be the light of another ever-burning lamp, but there was also a door.

It was no longer a rough and cold stone door, but a wooden door that opened oppositely. This made Li Wuxiang feel the breath of a living person at once. He walked to the door on trembling legs and tried to push it.

The door opened.

Behind the door is a stone room.

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

Next to the alchemy furnace is a small wooden bench, which should have been painted, but now most of it has peeled off. Behind the bench, two full sacks are stacked against the wall, and there are more empty ones next to them, thrown messily aside. On the other side of these sacks, there is 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 strong smell of blood emanating from the furnace.

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

No one spoke. Li Wuxiang held the stool and slowly walked to the edge of the screen. After a pause, he quickly poked his head out, shrank back, and then walked out from behind the screen.

He saw Zhao Xi. The furnishings behind the screen were also very simple. Next to the screen was a long cabinet table full of sundries, and against the opposite stone wall was a wooden couch, and Zhao Xi fell beside the wooden couch. She was wearing a white short coat, with a long wound on her chest. The blood that flowed out dyed half of her body red. She tilted her head and faced Li Wuxiang.

Her life was not cut off. She opened her eyes, her eyelids and lips trembled slightly, but she looked completely powerless 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 thin, and a knife deeply stabbed in his 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-open iron plate. It seemed that the blood flowing out of the hole was his, not Zhao Xi's.

Zhao Xi suddenly let out a slight sigh, as if he wanted to say something. Li Wuxiang looked over and felt that her eyeballs were shaking and spasming at first, but then realized that she was trying to look in one direction - the cabinet behind the screen.

Li Wuxiang first walked to the man's body, kicked him on the head, and then held the handle of the knife on his chest and stirred it hard, and pulled it down hard. It should be stuck in the sternum, and the blade only slightly cut a not-so-deep cut downwards, and it could not be pulled anymore. But the flesh and blood in the cut was rolling, and it was obvious that it was indeed a person, not a paper man.

He then walked to the counter.

There were many 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 jars and pottery jars, plates filled with various colors of paint, and several brushes. Among the pile of miscellaneous items, a white big-bellied porcelain bottle was more conspicuous, with a wooden stopper wrapped in red cloth, about the size of a fist.

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

Zhao Xi's eyes stopped shaking immediately.

Li Wuxiang pulled out the stopper, fanned it with his hand, and smelled a strong medicinal fragrance. He tilted the bottle mouth on the table and poured out five pills of pills, black and red, round, each pill was about the size of the belly of the little finger.

As soon as he saw this thing, a thought jumped out from the depths of his memory again - "Fuyuan Baosheng Pill", an external pill that specializes in treating internal and external injuries. It is not particularly precious, but it is definitely not a common item.

It's really strange, Li Wuxiang couldn't help thinking, how can I know everything? What did I do before?

As soon as this thought came out, fragments of memory jumped into his mind, like a person who just woke up from a deep sleep and began to remember what happened before going to bed, making his eyes swell and his forehead veins jump.

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 have completely adapted to the dim light in the back room, so he saw that there were still a few clothes hanging on the wall behind the wooden couch. Most of them are men's clothes, the size and length are just right for the person on the ground, and there are two women's clothes, which also fit Zhao Xi's body, but they look 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 feeding her the medicine.

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

After three breaths, Li Wuxiang turned his eyes back to Zhao Xi. She panted quickly, blinked convulsively, and stared at the pill in his hand.

So Li Wuxiang walked to Zhao Xi, leaned over, opened her mouth, put the pill into her mouth, and then lifted her upper body up.

Zhao Xi's throat moved slowly, and it took a long time before she could barely 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. Then he took a pill for himself, pulled out the short knife from the chest of the corpse, 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 to his whole body, and it was like drinking a cup of hot water in the coldest days of winter. The warm current steamed all the pores in his body. There were countless small wounds on his back and thighs, and they were already painful. At this time, when the warm current arrived, although there was still pain, the pain began to converge, and the wounds produced a slight itchy feeling.

Li Wuxiang slightly grasped the handle of the knife, not letting his face change because of the pain and itchiness, but just staring at Zhao Xi's face calmly-

The pill should also take effect in her body. At first, her chest barely rose and fell, then she was able to gasp, then her upper body suddenly tensed, 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: "...Are you the foreign evil?"

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

"Yes..."

"You killed him?"

"Yes..."

"Were you talking to me before?"

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

"How to get out?"

He had already observed that there were still no doors or windows here, all 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: "...Get out? Where to?"

His guess should be correct, Zhao Xi was also imprisoned here since he 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 human world has long been a sea of ​​fire and ruins... Now there are only two of us alive in the world."

Today is also two chapters combined into one chapter.