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 just took this into consideration...
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.
The female voice asked almost immediately: "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 "gods" as nervous as before, and "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 and then changed into an unhappy tone: "You are quite courageous."
After a while, the female voice spoke again, and 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 are I locked up 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 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 top of his robe, and then dragged the big bundle into the fourth room, the toilet.
The toilet that was once used by 101 people has long since lost its obvious smell, leaving only two rows of squatting seats along both sides of the wall. In the memory of the original owner, the bottom of the toilet was so deep that it almost meant the end of the world. Li Wuxiang also had the idea of escape from here.
Now he dragged the bones in, picked up the skull first, dropped it from a crouching position, and listened.
After a while, until he felt that he might have missed some sound, there was a slight "thunk" sound. This means that there is indeed no bottom down here, and it is impossible for him to escape from here.
So he threw the remaining bones in, put the robe on himself, walked back to the Golden Palace, and stood in the original position of the bones.
In the current situation, there is really no foolproof solution. If what Zhao Xi said was true, then in the previous eleven days, it was entirely because of "God's" curiosity and hesitation that he had enough time to regain his sanity. If Zhao Xi was also part of a trick or a trap, then there would be no need to pretend now.
Li Wuxiang waited patiently, gradually adjusting his breathing and heartbeat, making his breathing sound gradually consistent with the sound of air flowing in the gaps in the wall.
Just like this, more than ten breaths of time passed, and the Jinluan Palace was still as silent as usual, but the smell had changed. That very light bamboo smell appeared again.
Li Wuxiang knew that the "god" was coming. This time, the god deliberately concealed the sound of his footsteps, and his scent first appeared behind Li Wuxiang, as if walking in silently from the stone wall. Then, the smell passed by the two rows of "hundred officials" and went straight to the "bedroom".
His speed was very fast, and there was no sound of footsteps to locate him. Li Wuxiang did not find a suitable opportunity to catch or knock him down, so he could only continue to wait and estimate the opponent's reaction.
He counted six times in his mind before the smell of God completely disappeared, which meant that he had entered the palace. Five more numbers later, the smell of bamboo hurriedly passed by him from far to near - it was time to find that no one was in the palace, so he immediately went to check the other two rooms.
Then, after three more counts, Li Wuxiang heard the undisguised sound of footsteps that sounded like tissue paper falling to the ground, and went straight to the toilet.
"God" found no one in the other three rooms and thought that "Emperor" might have jumped from the toilet. Now, Li Wuxiang felt that he could roughly figure out his location - the speed when the "god" moved was no different from that of a normal person, which meant that he might be a "person" whose figure was hidden by some kind of magic.
Li Wuxiang's current position was opposite the toilet, with a row of dead bones between him and the "god". He took a slow, deep breath, allowing the smell of bamboo to penetrate deeper into his nasal cavity. At the same time, he counted the footsteps of the other party carefully, and then, suddenly Pounce!
The dry bones between him and God were knocked down by him. 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 can indeed be touched!
Then he bumped into the other person, but the touch felt strange. God's body is not as heavy as expected, it is light and quite soft.
He had intended to wrap his arms around the man, throw him down together, and then stab him quickly on the ground. However, the first step was successful - he hugged the god's body accurately, but there was a problem with the second step - just when he was about to fall down with the other party, the god suddenly became extremely slender and floated lightly from him. slipped out of his body. At this moment, Li Wuxiang wanted to reach out and grab the opponent's arms or legs, but his weak body could not keep up with his reaction. As soon as he stretched out his right hand, he could only touch the air.
He immediately rolled on the ground, trying to locate the opponent by relying on smell and footsteps, but the bones were still rolling on the stone ground, the smell of decay was also emitted, and his ears and nose were completely disabled at this moment.
So he immediately reached out and grabbed the dead bones on the ground - the first thing he started with were some short broken bones, and he threw them around without hitting anything. What he started with again was a leg bone. At this time, he had already propped himself up and squatted down, and used the leg bone to draw a circle around it, but he didn't touch anything.
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A thought jumped into my mind: "God" has run away.
But the next moment, he suddenly felt his left arm getting cold, as if being blown by a gust of wind. From the chaotic memories in his mind that were messed up by the original owner, an extremely clear idea jumped out - this was a scratch by a very thin sharp blade. The other party moved very fast, but it was not far away from him!
The instinct from deep memory took over his body at this moment. He quickly twisted his hips and turned around. He first used the leg bone held in his left hand to block the opponent's possible second attack. Then he exerted force with his right leg and used the leg bone held in his right hand. The wooden thorn stabs the opponent's chest——
But in vain, there was nothing there.
Li Wuxiang immediately rushed forward, turned around, and pressed his back against the stone wall. Several thoughts flashed through his head - something was wrong, the blow just now should not have failed. He still couldn't remember what he did in the past, but his reaction just now was extremely fast. Even if a person is prepared in advance to make those actions, the speed is only that. According to his observations of "gods" these days, It is estimated that he will never retreat so quickly.
It seems that this time I can only let him run away. But at least you can know that he is not...
A sudden chill hit my neck, followed by my right chest. This time "God" is closer! Li Wuxiang immediately rushed forward to hug the opponent, but he still missed and hit nothing.
He immediately shrank back and pressed against the wall. It seems that the other party has no intention of leaving, and is even teasing him. He quickly glanced at the three wounds on his body and found that the incisions were extremely smooth, and only then did blood slowly begin to ooze out.
Is he a human being? Li Wuxiang recalled the feeling when he touched him just now... light and soft, like a ball...
Another chill felt on my neck, then on both sides of my shoulders. But at this moment, Li Wuxiang threw away the leg bones and wooden thorns in his hands, jumped up, and grabbed his arms——
Holding something slender and light, the feeling was exactly the same as when I first encountered "God"!
He's over the head!
This time Li Wuxiang didn't give him a chance to slip away again. With both hands, he tightly grasped the part he was holding on to, yanked it off, then bent over, fell to the ground, rolled over, and wrapped the thing tightly around himself.
His torso immediately became painful and itchy, and he could feel something—like extremely sharp claws holding several blades—cracking at his back and the back of his thighs.
He completely ignored the injury he was getting, and focused all his attention on the thing he was holding, sensing its lightness, softness, and any movement trying to slip away, and then adjusted his strength in time to ensure that he could hold it tightly. At the same time, he was still rolling towards the wall until he hit his back hard against the stone wall - the severe pain in his back disappeared, probably because he was blocked by the wall.
But the situation did not become more optimistic... As the blood flowed, Li Wuxiang felt that he was getting weaker and weaker. As for the "god" he caught, although it was light and soft, its skin was extremely tough. Even if he used his nails to pick it off, it would only cause pain to his fingers. If this continues for a short while, he will lose control due to exhaustion and let himself be slaughtered.
Then he remembered what Zhao Xi said——
"You spit on him!"
He has never been sure whether it meant what he understood, or whether it was the other three words, but now he has no time to think——
Pooh!
He spat hard on the thing he was holding.
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