Chapter 123 [A Copy Between Reality and Illusion] (23)
The eyes of the colorful tiger shone brightly, as if the empty room was electrified, and two rays of light burst out.
“???”
Seeing this, the owner of the Vajra Hall couldn’t help but be horrified.
This is not a challenger. He is clearly a ferocious tiger.
The professional "Vicious Butcher" skill - "Death by a Thousand Cuts"!
The next moment, when the big boss was stunned, the huge tiger actually straightened up.
“Nah!”
With a body length of just over five meters, what does it look like when you stand up?
The King Kong Hall Master felt a dark cloud hanging over his head.
He, BOSS, is 3.5 meters tall. Facing the evil tiger who has grown up, both sides look like oversized piggies in comparison, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.
Then, the tiger waved its claws, leaving afterimages in the air.
One second, dozens of times, so fast that the horse racing owner couldn't react.
The skill effect stopped and the two tiger claws stopped.
“You”
Before the big boss at the end of the level finished speaking, his five big and three thick bodies were broken like building blocks. Pieces of meat mixed with blood and broken bones were scattered all over the floor.
The appearance of death is tragic.
“Ouch!”
Gan Sheng straightened up his tiger body, his two eyes like copper bells showing shock.
The last time I used the "Thousand Cuts" with a meat cleaver, I was surprised that I couldn't do anything to the King Kong Hall Master. Now, hitting him with the tiger's claws really chopped the opponent into pieces alive.
""Sacrifice", "Down Kick", "Shunpo", that's not right. I also have melee combat, foot combat, and throwing skills. I am a tiger, and I can only use woolen swordsmanship and hidden weapons."
In short, when loading the "Tiger Monster" profession, being able to use the skills of other professions is already a huge surprise. Let's take the already powerful and outstanding profession to the next level.
“Ouch, oh, oh, oh, oh!” I learned the idioms before, but now I experience them all personally, and it’s really not that satisfying. The only hope is that idioms such as cutting into pieces and cutting into pieces will not come true.
"Ouch, oh, oh, oh, oh (knowledge always gushes out inadvertently)."
After finishing his words, he exited the copy.
"Comfortable."
Now that he is getting stronger and stronger, the strong sense of urgency of death that he had when he first came to this world has almost subsided.
“I still miss the time when I could liver until I died. Compared with hundreds of thousands of livers every night, the rhythm of fifty thousand times a day is simply too comfortable, and I’m a bit unaccustomed to it.”
He Sheng a few months ago: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
"I remember there is another reward that I haven't seen yet."
After saying that, he reached out and pushed open the hanging flower door.
【Which scene do players need to play? 】
【Before permanent opening/after permanent opening. 】
“After the permanent opening.”
The next moment, the world was spinning.
"Shaobing~Shaobing~~~"
"River fish, fresh river fish, just fished out from the Qinghe River in the morning."
"Rouge gouache, Zheng Ba Jing'er came from the southern county "
A bustling street, with the sounds of vendors selling on both sides, surrounded by townspeople, occasionally stopping to buy some daily necessities, or seasonal fruits, etc. Compared with the previous two copies, the whole world seemed to have come alive.
"Uncle, don't you take a look at fortune telling, fortune telling, and calligraphy?"
"Blind Zhang?"
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The fortune teller stared with big eyes and looked like he wanted to scold his mother. Which one of us is blind?
He Sheng slapped his forehead and smiled sheepishly.
When he saw the other person, he couldn't be said to be exactly the same as the fortune teller Zhang Xiazi in the town in the real world. He had to be at least 60 to 70% similar. Plus, his face was younger, so he blurted out.
"Uncle, although the younger one's surname is Zhang, his name is Zhang Cheng and he is not blind." The fortune teller looked at Gan Sheng in his gorgeous clothes and did not curse out his words after all.
These days, the easiest way to judge whether someone is easy to mess with is to observe their clothing and skin.
The former is easy to understand, the latter is easier to understand.
Which young master has dark skin and calluses on his hands?
Look at the person named He, with thin skin and tender flesh, the exposed skin is even more delicate than that of a woman, with a pretty face. Coupled with the fact that he was wearing a robe that looked very valuable, how could Zhang Cheng dare to curse.
“Interesting.”
He could tell that fortune teller Zhang was moving in his mind.
“This world is so real, almost like the real thing.” The power of the Weeping Flower Gate is immeasurable. After that, he left the stall minding his own business.
Lao Zhang looked at his back with a strange expression on his face.
"He looked like a rich man, but turned out to be crazy. The world is not real, how can it be fake?"
Three days passed in a flash.
He Sheng also explored most of Qinghe Town in the dungeon world.
He discovered that people in the entire town always lived according to a set trajectory. Most of the time, it was calm. In the middle, there may be small conflicts, but they will not be life-and-death fights.
Moreover, there are now three martial arts schools in the town.
As for the Huang family?
Still occupied by fox demons.
However, he did not take the initiative to provoke.
People who live according to a predetermined trajectory every day are not NPCs without wisdom. For example, he once had breakfast in front of a stall.
Go back the next day and people will recognize you immediately.
He has observed a martial arts student at close range. The general movement route of the student every day is: home → martial arts gym → home, two points and one line. However, occasionally I would go to a restaurant to have a meal with my fellow students.
I would also get up late the next day because of my hangover, delaying my morning practice at the boxing gym, and I would be scolded by the senior brother who taught me boxing techniques.
In short, this world is real and a bit illusory.
The reality is that they live like people in the real world. There are some surprises in their lives, and they deal with things just like people in the real world. There is no dullness at all.
What is false is that their lives are prescribed within a framework. The small vendors hawk their goods honestly every day, the boxing gym disciples practice boxing down-to-earth, and all walks of life live according to their status and profession.
"It would be great if the first dungeon was here. When I'm tired from practicing martial arts every day, I can still find someone to talk to and have a drink with." We walked and walked all the way to the east of the town.
“Hey!”
He looked at the special well not far away with a slightly surprised expression.
“Unexpectedly, the chain Longjing has been restored.”
There is a well in the east of the town, covered with a huge bloody stone, and wrapped with chains as thick as an ordinary person’s thigh. The chains all have huge iron nails, nailed to the ground three feet away.
The iron chain has been weathered and rusty. However, if you look carefully, you can vaguely see some ghostly glyph-like fonts engraved on it.
I heard from the old man in the town that there is a demon dragon locked in the well.
When I was a child, my old gambling man even told the original owner not to touch the boulder. Once the stone is pushed away, the demon dragon in the well will escape and eat the entire people of Qinghe Town.
So the next day, the original owner took a group of friends and began to move the stones.
Of course, it ultimately failed.
It's not that the stone is too big for a few kids to push. Instead, a group of children's biological fathers came to kill them, and the cries of children could be heard in every house that night.
Asking for a monthly ticket.
(End of this chapter)