Chapter 4 Prototype
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, and at the same time the whole picture His face also began to melt, and sticky things 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 being 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.
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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 in 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 of the wall dried into a dark patch. Li Wuxiang lifted the iron plate and shouted to 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 had been 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 too 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 with trembling legs and tried to push it.
The door opened.
Behind the door is a stone room.
The same stone walls, the same ever-burning 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 smoke-blackened surface, with flame-shaped ears on both sides. Judging from the exposed shiny metal material, it should be a copper alchemy furnace, about half a person tall, but the surface is uneven, and it seems to be quite rough in workmanship, and it seems to be deliberately made to look like undulations. .
There is a small wooden bench next to the alchemy furnace. It was supposed to be painted, but now most of it is peeling off. Behind the bench, two full sacks were stacked against the wall, and there were more empty sacks beside them, thrown aside in a mess. On the other side of these sacks was a pile of broken charcoal.
These can be illuminated by the permanent lights in the house. At the edge of the light range, Li Wuxiang could see something like a screen dividing the stone chamber into two parts, the front and back. He adjusted his breathing, sniffed attentively, and smelled the smoke and heavy smell of blood emanating from the alchemy furnace.
"Zhao Xi?" He walked to the alchemy furnace and picked up the small bench, and said in a deep voice, "Are you still alive?"
No one spoke. Li Wuxiang held the bench and slowly walked to the edge of the screen. He paused for a moment, quickly poked his head, then retracted, and then walked out from behind the screen.
I saw Zhao Xi. The layout of the furnishings behind the screen is also very simple. Next to the screen is a long cabinet table filled with miscellaneous items. Against the opposite stone wall is a wooden couch. Zhao Xi is lying next to the wooden couch. She was wearing a white short coat and had a long wound on her chest. The blood that flowed out stained half of her body red. She tilted her head and faced Li Wuxiang.
Her life was still alive, her eyes were open, her eyelids and lips were trembling slightly, but she seemed to have no energy to speak.
Li Wuxiang's eyes fell on the other side - four or five steps away from Zhao Xi, another person was sitting against the wall, his head slightly lowered. This was a man who looked to be about forty or fifty years old. He was naked from the waist up, short and skinny, and had a knife deeply embedded in his chest. The blood flowing out of the wound also soaked half of his body, and white spots appeared on his eyeballs. He was obviously dead.
Behind the corpse 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 at first he felt that her eyeballs were trembling and spasming, but then he realized that she was trying to look in one direction - the cabinet table behind the screen.
Li Wuxiang first walked to the man's body, kicked him on the head, then held the handle of the knife on his chest, stirred it hard, and pulled it down. It must have been stuck by the sternum. The blade only made a slight cut downwards, which was not a deep cut, and it couldn't be pulled anymore. But the flesh and blood in the mouth was curled up, and it could be seen that it was indeed a human being, not a paper man.
Only then did he walk to the cabinet table.
There are many things scattered on the table. There were small blackened bones, dried branches and leaves, piles of ore debris of various colors, several empty bamboo pots and clay pots, plates filled with various colors of paint, and several writing brushes. Among this pile of debris, a white pot-bellied porcelain vase was more conspicuous. It was plugged with a cork wrapped in red cloth and was about the size of a fist.
Li Wuxiang picked it up and looked at Zhao Xi: "This?"
Zhao Xi's eyeballs stopped trembling immediately.
Li Wuxiang uncorked the bottle, fanned it with his hand, and smelled a strong medicinal fragrance. He tilted the mouth of the bottle on the table and poured out five pills of elixir, which were black and red and round. Each pill was about the size of the belly of the tail finger.
As soon as he saw this thing, a thought jumped out from the depths of his memory - "Fu Yuan Baosheng Dan", an external elixir that specializes in treating internal and external injuries. It is not particularly precious, but it is by no means a commodity.
How strange, Li Wuxiang couldn't help but think, how come I know everything? What did I do before?
As soon as this idea came up, intermittent memory fragments jumped into his mind, like a person who had just woken up from a drowsy sleep and began to remember what happened before going to bed, which made his eyes swell and hurt, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
But now is not the time. He exhaled, ignoring those vague memories for the time being, and picked up a pill, but did not rush to feed it to Zhao Xi. Instead, he leaned back and sat on the chair next to the table.
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His eyes had completely adapted to the dim light in the back room, so he saw a few pieces of clothing hanging on the wall behind the wooden couch. Most of them are men's clothes, the size and length of which fit the figure on the ground. There are two pieces of women's clothes, which also fit Zhao Xi, but they also look shabby.
Then, he should be the "god" driving the paper man below. And Zhao Xi... may have the same fate as the more than a hundred people below. He was imprisoned for other purposes. Therefore, Zhao Xi also learned more things from "God" and behaved better. Like normal people.
But he still had to wait before giving her the medicine.
The difference between immediately putting the elixir into her mouth, and sitting upright in a chair, looking at her condescendingly, as if thinking about it, is that the former will make himself look like an ordinary person. , and the latter will make her appear colder, and should be more similar to the "external evil" in her mouth.
After three breaths, Li Wuxiang turned his attention to Zhao Xi again. She gasped rapidly, blinked convulsively, and stared at the elixir in his hand.
So Li Wuxiang walked up to Zhao Xi, leaned down, opened her mouth, put the elixir into her mouth, and then lifted her upper body up.
Zhao Xi's throat moved slowly, and it took a while before he managed to swallow the pill. Li Wuxiang carried her to the wooden couch, opened her mouth again, and confirmed that the pill was indeed not left in her mouth, then he took one for himself, and pulled out the short knife from the corpse's chest. He sat next to Zhao Xi holding the knife.
After a few breaths, the medicine started to take effect. He first felt a heat coming out of his stomach, as if he had drunk strong alcohol. After that, the heat spread slowly throughout the body, and it was like drinking a cup of hot water in the cold winter. The warm current steamed open all the pores in the body. Originally, there were numerous small wounds on the back and thighs, and the pain had long been unbearable. Now that the warmth came, although there was still pain, the pain began to subside, and the wounds began to feel itchy.
Li Wuxiang held the handle of the knife slightly, not letting his face change due to the pain and itching, and just stared at Zhao Xi's face calmly——
The elixir should also be taking effect in her body. From the beginning, there was almost no ups and downs in the chest, to gradually being able to breathe and gasping, to then suddenly tightening the upper body, tilting the head and spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and the whole person's breathing suddenly became smoother.
Li Wuxiang turned sideways and slowly lifted her upper body up with one arm, which not only made it easier for her to breathe, but also made it easier for him to insert the knife into her heart.
After a while, she coughed twice and tried to open her eyes to look at Li Wuxiang: "...Are you the external evil?"
Li Wuxiang didn't nod or shake his head, he just asked: "Is that person over there the one who imprisoned me?"
"Yes..."
"Did you kill him?"
"Yes..."
"Did you talk to me before?"
"Yes...I also asked you about the moon——"
"How to get out?"
He had just observed that there were still no doors or windows here, it was all stone walls, and there was 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: "...Go out? Where to go?"
My guess should be correct, Zhao Xi has also been imprisoned here since he was a child. Although she looks no different from ordinary people, her world view must be different. Can't she understand the concept of "going out"?
But before Li Wuxiang could explain to her, Zhao Xi shouted again: "You...you are an external evil, don't you know?"
"What?"
"The world has been destroyed... It has been destroyed a long time ago..." She blinked and said with difficulty, "Outside, the human world has long been a ruins of fire... Now there are only two of us alive in the world."
Today is also two chapters combined into one chapter.
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