Wanli Sealing Knife concealed his figure, as his power was quickly consumed,
his figure seemed to merge with the brown bark,In the dark night of the torrential rain, it is difficult to distinguish each
other.Bang, bang, bang.Wanli Fengdao's heart beat violently. He held his breath and looked not far
ahead. The dark shadow slowly straightened up, facing the sky, gently sniffing
the air.Through the occasional flash of thunder, the true face of the black shadow
flashed away.It was a very thin human figure with gray hair and disheveled hair.is covered with a layer of dark rags that are so messy that you can’t see the
original appearance,The pale skin on the bottom of the body was pulled downwards, and it had lost
its elasticity. It looked like the skin pulled down due to excessive weight
loss. It looked strange and scary.And the monster’s waist is tied with a long iron chain.The iron chain has the thickness of an arm, and the weight is extremely heavy.
It contrasts sharply with the scrawny humanoid monster.The iron chain looped around its waist twice, separating out eighteen thinner
chains-the thin chains were drawn to the ground, and the other end was still
in the stream.Thunder roared, the electric light flashed away, and one could faintly see
that the other end of the eighteen thin iron chains seemed to be tied to
something tall and heavy.That is, the human body.There are men and women, elderly people, babies, bone corpses, and fresh
corpses that are soaked in rain and soaked and white.Facing up to the sky, he stared at the rainy night with his hollow eyes.Sixteen human bodies are tied at the ends of eighteen iron chains.Xing Heshou is tied to the sixteenth chain.This tower-like man, his eyes closed tightly, his body covered in scars
constantly gushing blood, sinking in the stream and torrent, life and death
unknown."People, what"The humanoid monster raised his head, sniffed the air lightly, and muttered,
"The smell of strangers, why is it gone?Obviously, only the last two are missing. "It seemed to vent its emotions, waving its thin arms and slamming it on the
trunk beside it.The four of them hugged the thick and thin tree trunks. Under this blow, they
stopped and broke, and flew out directly, hitting the forest, shaking down
countless rain flowers.The Wanli Sealing Knife clung to the trunk with its back, letting the sawdust
splashed out of the tree break and shave his face, and did not dare to move at
all.He held the hilt firmly, his fingers were stretched pale due to excessive
force, but he could not pull the sword out of the scabbard anyway.This monster is too strong, and his breath alone has made him tremble with
fear, his muscles trembling involuntarily.Yes, leave here?As long as he moves his thoughts, he can send out this weird and outrageous
dream of the Southern King and return to the real world.Safe and stable, no one will know what happened here,No one would know, he left his companions behind.He can continue to be his bounty hunter. With the status of a non-staff
employee issued by the Special Affairs Bureau, he can be respected and sought
after by all parties wherever he goes.The identity of the player is a gift from heaven.Before becoming a player, Wanli Fengdao had an ordinary name.Zhang Wei.He lives in the city, but he does not belong to the city,His childhood memories are small towns, villages, urban-rural junctions, dry
and cracked land, sewage creeks, withered factories, foul-smelling poultry,
straw dust flying in the wheat fields, and thick smoke rising from the factory
chimneys. smoke.His father is a farmer, dumb and not good at expressing. The picture left to
him is always in the dim light, drinking inferior beer with red on his face.His mother is also a farmer, kind and cowardly, meek and patient, always
embroidering a sweater after the family dinner and her husband silently
drinking, and telling him the theory that I don’t know how many times.Study hard, only study hard can you leave here.At that time, he didn’t understand this,He likes the fireflies flying in the mountains and forests, he likes to pass
the firewood into the stove, watch the fire rising, like to chase chickens and
dogs, laugh and play with his companions, and even like the broken TV that is
always inoperable and the second-hand cousin's house. Game console.He didn’t understand why his parents worked so hard, hoping that he could
change the destiny of his grandfathers, and walk out of the loess and
mountains that spread unclearly.Until he went to middle school, left the country, walked into the city, and
came to the reinforced concrete fortress.He discovered for the first time that the world is so gorgeous and prosperous,His future is not the only way of repetitive work like his father’s, day after
day without end.However, mediocre, ordinary, ordinary,Like gravity, firmly grasping his ankles and throwing him to the ground.After graduating from a vocational college, he was unwilling to return to
Dashan. He lived a long and numb life that could be seen at a glance and chose
to stay in the city.He became the builder of the city, or a construction worker.This job is no different from the farm work done by my parents. It is numb,
mechanical, repetitive, day in and day out, like a rotten and rusty machine,
burning fuel and moving forward in silence, without honor.On the high hanging tower, he saw the prosperity of the city with a safety
rope, and he was even the creator of this prosperity.Unfortunately, that prosperity has nothing to do with him, he is just a tool.But, even as a tool, he still wants to stay in this cold and unfamiliar steel
jungle, enjoying the Internet, games, movies, mobile phones, feasting and
feasting, everything that would not be available in these numb villages.Even, he can read two books in his spare time-learning knowledge is painful,
not to say that books are obscure and profound, but in the process of reading
books, he can always understand something slowly.comprehend some truths that are as cold as steel and ice.There is a destiny in this world, and there are class barriers that cannot be
overcome by humans. He has served as fuelwood for the prosperity of the city,
but the fuelwood that burns out the flames will eventually be abandoned, just
like the degrading ancestral village.He does not belong here.In the great age, his understanding and pain are worthless and no one cares.The unknown person buried in the mine, the worker whose finger was swung by
the machine, the old and numb, the peasant who was sitting on the bank counter
holding the old coins and waiting to send the money. In the countryside, he
lost his ability to work. Bedridden elderly with no livelihood securityThis is the fate of his fellows.Until, he was selected by the killing game and became a player.Dingling Dangling——The iron chains collided with each other, rubbing the fallen leaves.Pale humanoid monster, muttering something, walking forward, fifteen corpses
were dragged up from the bottom of the river, and together with Xing Heshou,
who did not know his life or death, they slowly dragged past Wanli Fengdao.God chose me,The Wanli Sealing Knife gripped the hilt tightly, and his body slowly
tightened.I refuse, accept the destinyHe exhaled a stale breath, and the airflow was clearly visible in the icy
forest.I want to change the world"Ok?"The pale monster seemed to be aware of something, and turned around and looked
somewhere in the dim forest.I want to be a hero.The Wanli Sealed Knife showed a terrifying face, pulled the sword out of its
sheath, and under the vast thunder light, the frost blade was cold and gloomy.Three feet of autumn water, when killing monsters.
