"Skeleton frame." Mu Chen repeated oddly as he looked at the mummy slowly poking out from the rose bushes.
"It's a tenacious soul. It can still possess someone after being locked up for hundreds of years. Don't be afraid of it. It's just a noob." Yunchuan waved his hand indifferently.
"I'm not afraid, I just want to..." Mu Chen paused, as if it was difficult to speak, "Is it okay for you to do this?"
"Huh?"
"Golden thread." Mu Chen recalled the previous feeling and mobilized the energy dormant in his body, while pointing at the golden thread that had been folded into a thick cocoon.
"Ah... it's not a big problem. Just hide your superpower. From the outside, this place is just a piece of grass. Besides, the B-level copies don't dare to care about me." The black young man stared at a pair of obsidian eyes and smiled extraordinarily. Pure and good.
"..." Mu Chen's mind automatically filled his mind with a pair of brilliant golden eyes.
"Oh..." A low growl sounded.
The mummy that was forgotten among the flowers seemed extremely dissatisfied. He roared and climbed out with more effort.
"Damn nobles... I curse you with my soul, and you will not have a good death!" The shriveled skin has lost its elasticity due to excessive intake of roses.
"I'm going to kill you... use your bones as brushes... use your blood as paint..."
As the mouth opened and closed, large areas of skin on the chef's face peeled off, revealing atrophied muscles and pale bones.
Obviously, Qiangwei had sucked all the blood out of his body.
"Brush...paint...are you a painter?" Mu Chen keenly thought of something, "Are you the painter of that painting?"
"Kill you...I'm going to kill you..." The mummy got up crookedly, waving the kitchen knife it got from nowhere and slashing at Mu Chen.
"I'm not a noble, I'm just a commoner..." The man did not directly attack the 'cook' with reckless force, but controlled the black mist to restrain his limbs.
"I don't believe it..." The 'chef''s shriveled eyeballs swayed up and down with a strange red light, and he struggled desperately under the constraints of the black mist.
I can refute...it seems like there is still room for negotiation.
"I am really a commoner. The clothes we wear are all bought by the Duke. The Duke wants to take advantage of us, and we are resisting." Mu Chen stepped forward and spread his hands, showing his calloused palms to the 'chef'.
"Look, no nobleman has so many calluses on his hands."
"This..." 'Chef' Bai Sensen's jaw opened and closed, and he didn't speak for a long time.
"Really?" After a few minutes, his voice weakened a bit, "You can't lie to me!"
‘The soul occupying this body seems to be young. ’ Mu Chen’s mind suddenly flashed back to Ning Yu, who had purple hair and grinned happily.
"Of course it's true." He unbuttoned his sleeves, revealing his scar-covered arms.
"Okay, then let me go! Uh-huh... my hand is broken!" As the 'chef' struggled, there was another crunching sound, and the withered corpse's forearm was broken, and bones were broken.
The exposed bones were hollow, and the marrow had been sucked out by the thick roots of the rose.
"..." Mu Chen removed the mist and placed the nearly broken skeleton on the ground. He secretly glanced back at Yun Chuan, who was sitting on a tree playing with leaves, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
No matter how you look at it, this thing doesn't have much fighting power. He should be able to subdue it even without using the shadow's power. Why would he mobilize so many people to wrap up this place like a cocoon...
It's better to be careful, as the black air that loosens the bones floats in the air, seemingly undisciplined but actually ready to attack at any time.
Ever since he used the mist to kill the male servant, Mu Chen seemed to have received some kind of inheritance and suddenly learned how to control the mist.
"Are you a male wizard? Are there still civilian wizards now?" 'Chef' grabbed his severed hand and sat on the ground blankly, as if he had just noticed something was wrong, and his hoarse voice was filled with murderous intent. .
"No." Mu Chen quickly denied. "I was made like this by the Duke, I..." He made it up casually.
"Oh..." The skeleton actually believed it.
"My name is Sly, and I am a painter." Sly moved forward. "Since you also hate the Duke, then we are in the same group!"
He snorted and began to curse the Duke.
"How old are you?" Mu Chen knelt down and looked level with Sly.
"Emm, I don't remember, but I was probably twelve or thirteen years old." Sly scratched the side of his face and rubbed off a large piece of skin.
No wonder his behavior still reveals a hint of childishness even though he is possessed by an adult's body. He is still a child at the age of twelve or thirteen.
"You are curious about how I died!" Sly, who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, seemed to have broken free from some kind of restraint. The red light in his eyes flashed and he began to talk non-stop.
"I have loved painting since I was a child. The Duke sent someone to my house and said that he wanted me to paint a picture of a nightingale for him! The reward was a box of silver. Of course I agreed. But after the painting was completed, the Duke not only did not give it to me The reward was to kill me! When I woke up again, I was locked in the painting! What day is it now? How many years have I been locked up? When I come out, I must kill the Duke with my own hands. ! ”
"Were you the one who painted all that painting?" Mu Chen held down the howling Sly.
"Yes...yes! But you didn't let me draw the eyes."
The nightingale in the painting has eyes... "Did you write the time in the painting?"
"It's...I wrote it." Sly stepped back.
"Then let me ask you, when did the Duke light the eyes of the nightingale."
"After I die." Sly answered very simply this time. "On the thirteenth day after I finished the painting, he took a book and asked me to go over and put some eyes on him. Who knew that damn thing killed me directly!! Before I died, I saw him taking my heart blood to put some eyes on the nightingale. ""..." Fortunately, I didn't enter the password directly. The Duke lit the nightingale's eyes, thus participating in the painting process.
Then the real password should be thirteen days from the original date.
But there is no way to verify whether this Sly is telling the truth... It would be nice to have a polygraph watch with glasses.
"...After locking me up for so long, I finally came out! Hey, you haven't introduced yourself yet! I want to change my body. This body is too broken! Let's kill the Duke together..."
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Sly on the side was still chattering.
[Mu Chen. ]
Yun Chuan's message suddenly sounded in Mu Chen's mind.
[Put your hand on his forehead and follow his veins with energy. Move gently and don't let him notice. ]
Follow the context?
Although Mu Chen didn't know what he wanted to do, he still obeyed.
Sly was still yelling and cursing on the side, and he didn't even notice a black mist sneaking in along his hollow broken bones.
The moment the mist entered the skeleton, Sly suddenly became transparent in Mu Chen's eyes.
His whole body was dim, but only his head was glowing with white light.
[What color?]
‘White. ’ Mu Chen thought silently in his heart.
[Not lying. ]
[That's his soul, which turns black when people lie. Sly is now possessed by that bone, so he will have poor perception of energy intrusion into his body. ]
[Now try to touch that light. ]
Touch that light?
Hiss…
As soon as the black mist touched the light group, it was instantly dragged away from Mu Chen's control and rushed towards it with bared teeth and claws.
"Ah..." Sly froze suddenly, and then let out bursts of screams. He struggled to roll on the grass, and soon the bones were scattered all over the ground.
"Sly!" Mu Chen was startled and ran over quickly.
But the head lying on the ground was motionless, and the two shriveled eyeballs lay in the mud-covered eye sockets like two raisins.
Phew...
Black mist flowed out from the seven orifices of his head, like a full child crawling back into Mu Chen's palm.
The man clearly felt that the energy was stronger than before it left his body.
"The control over energy needs to be improved." Yun Chuan flashed directly to him from the tree.
"What happened? This mist ate Sly's soul?" Mu Chen was a little unbelievable.
"Swallow. The mist can swallow everything, and a pure soul is a delicious meal. Search the soul, use energy to penetrate the soul, and you can see the memories of his life." Yunchuan stretched out his finger and touched Mu Chen's palm, not yet completely The running black mist immediately changed direction and chased his finger.
"These fogs are hungry, and your control is not strong enough, so soul searching directly turns into devouring. Don't worry...this is the only way for novices to master supernatural powers."
"Why... if you can't attack players, why can't you attack monsters?" Yun Chuan suddenly moved closer to Mu Chen, his lips almost touching his ears.
"You're going to need it in the future. Even if you don't want to."
‘…so close again. ’ Mu Chen subconsciously pushed Yun Chuan away, and his heart that was beating steadily began to beat again. "I didn't... I just thought I could dig something out of his mouth." He was not yet emotionally attached to a skeleton.
"He is useless. Even a pure soul cannot last long. If you really cooperate with him, he will covet your body like a nightingale in the future~ But as a practitioner, he is a good prospect."
"Is he considered your colleague like Thisl?" Mu Chen asked as he watched Yunchuan retract the golden cocoon and opened the paper crane to contact the glasses with the box.
"It's just things that are automatically generated by the copy. Don't confuse them with us. You will see many of my colleagues in the future." Yunchuan showed a disdainful expression.
——
‘What’s holding you back…’
‘What drags me down...why don’t you die...if it weren’t for you, how could I go back and touch that disgustingly dirty bottle...’
‘Why should I give you half of the props I got...’
‘Why…’
‘Go, die, die, die, die, die, die, die…’
Ning Ning looked at the girl in front of her who was groping forward like a man possessed.
The two of them were standing on the stairs leading to the warehouse. The stairs were suspended from the wall of the manor, and the guardrails on the sides only reached their waists.
‘If you push it... you will die. ’
‘If I push it on... no one can drag me down...’
Eyes
Black mist filled the air, gradually covering the girl's brilliance.
Ning Ning's face was pale and she slowly raised her hands.
‘Ning Ning?’ An An, who was exploring in front, noticed something was wrong, and she turned around with some doubts.
"Ah!"
(End of chapter)
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