Once upon a time, the old lady conquered the world with just a kitchen knife, but her shadow suffered all the consequences of her lack of education when she was young.
The girl's eyes looked very innocent when she wasn't killing anyone. While she was asking questions, she reminded the boy: "My dear grandson, don't be greedy. There must be something fishy going on."
"Need I tell you?" The young man was speechless.
"When you chose the thief mission, all you got was a body transformation. A single skill plus the steel pipe is clearly not enough for you." As if he couldn't hear the conversation between the two, Wen Shi said slowly, "Increasing your strength is urgent, and doing good deeds every day is the easiest way."
At least there is a clear path to advancement in [Kingdom].
Wen Shi is always good at controlling shadows. When it comes to strengthening himself, the boy cannot remain indifferent.
But Shadow was no pushover and immediately said, "Don't forget I'm trapped in Shangsangmen Temple, unable to move."
He wanted to try to escape from here with the help of his original body.
Throughout the entire process, the young man was not prepared to take any risks. He only made requests, and the other party took the risks.
While they were talking, the system prompt sound suddenly rang.
"The main mission - Face God has been completed."
"Thank you for participating in the test."
Wen Shi opened his mouth and let out an "Ah". He clearly hadn't had time to do anything yet, so how could he have been issued a clearance document?
Where is God? Where is God?
When did the main quest begin?
As Wen Shi tried to comprehend the situation, the young man suddenly looked behind him. Almost instantly, Wen Shi's body stiffened, a fierce feeling of world-weariness piercing his heart from his back. He turned his head and saw two men standing not far away. Their faces looked identical, though one of them had a much weaker aura.
After making sure that the young man did not feel any discomfort, Wen Shi knew that the attack just now was a warning from the True Spirit.
No matter how calm the God of Death pretends to be, he will not look happy when he sees the culprit who almost blew up the mountain.
However, Wen Shi's focus was a bit biased. The Mirror God's clones were both male and female, and the Death God was more like a one-click move in software, without even changing his face.
The one with the weaker aura was the True Spirit clone. He followed the Death God and took on the responsibility of speaking in place of the mouth. "You can go now."
The relationship between the young man and the Lord of Terror is unclear. If he kills him, he will face a series of troubles. The God of Death decides to cut his losses in time.
Thinking of Shadow's previous request, Wen Shi glanced at the young man sideways. Finally, when he was about to speak to the real spirit, he suddenly found that the dead fish eyes of the God of Death were staring at him.
"Think before you speak." The God of Death hates trouble, but he hates people who push their buttons even more.
The atmosphere in the temple suddenly became tense.
Wen Shi thought about it and decided to open his mouth: "I have an unwelcome request."
The God of Death's face showed no unnecessary emotion. If Wen Shi dared to ask for anything, he would definitely teach him a lesson. He had no personal relationship with the first director of Frank Hospital, and he certainly wouldn't treat his adopted son any favors.
Ayu stood quietly by the side throughout the whole process and did not step forward to support him. She knew that Wen Shi was a very smart child and would not stand up for others directly.
In the temple, the girl tugged at the boy's clothes and said in surprise, "My dear grandson, he actually wants to stand up for you."
The young man Ayu: "..."
Under the extremely oppressive gaze, Wen Shi still stood straight. He made a request, but it had nothing to do with releasing the shadow: "Would you be honored to invite me to enjoy the music with you?"
It seemed like he was asking for opinions, but as soon as he finished speaking, a wandering corpse appeared beside him.
This action confused the young man. Before he could think seriously with his brain, his subconscious mind first analyzed the normal strategy: use the sound of nature to slow down the pace of the true spirit, and then forcibly take him out of the Sangmen Temple?
Impossible! The next second he shook his head to deny the outrageous idea.
Shadow felt confused because he had never come into direct contact with the power of the God of Death. When the True Spirit captured him, it used a power similar to that of drawing a prison on the ground, which was a complete crushing of him in terms of power.
Wen Shi had witnessed his clone dealing with evil spirits, who could make their prey become world-weary and completely lose the ability to resist.
This was similar to the music played by the wandering corpses: both were essentially about creating mental pollution and depriving people of their ability to act. Wen Shi had a strange feeling that the God of Death, who naturally enjoyed singing about suffering, might appreciate the kind of music played by the wandering corpses that could bring about the dead.
"Sing, sing if you want to." Wen Shi said lightly.
When it comes to his favorite field, Youshi doesn't ask why, and just opens his voice in front of everyone—
"Gently awaken the sleeping soul..."
Including Wen Shi, A Yu and Yingzi's expressions changed almost instantly. Even though they blocked their five senses, the feeling of being continuously hit on the head with a stick still existed.
The zombie sang loudly, and when he was about to finish the first little song, the tenor paid attention to the expressions of the audience and sang even harder amid their distorted faces.
Wen Shi had speculated a long time ago that the reason You Shi's love of singing was that he appreciated the suffering of others. He was like the shadow in the game, with a more exaggerated desire to perform and delusion of harming others.
In fact, the zombie's pathology in this regard was even more serious than Wen Shi had imagined. Using the blessing of half the mermaid king's heart, he deliberately aggravated the degree of mental pollution.
"Let us hope for a better tomorrow... Gently..."
Just as he started to talk, the zombie suddenly showed a look of horror.
I saw two men with the same appearance standing one in front and one behind, their expressions were full of intoxication. They even couldn't wait to take two steps forward just to hear more clearly.
Is it really that nice?
This made Youshi lose confidence.
The zombie's long-stiffened muscles suddenly twitched, and the singing voice became lower and lower, and finally stopped abruptly.
"Why aren't you singing anymore?" The Death God, who was wandering through the music hall with half-closed eyes, was quite dissatisfied. At the same time, he praised her highly, saying, "You are absolutely amazing. How can there be such wonderful music in the world?"
The God of Death even wanted to reach out and touch the corpse's Adam's apple to study how that piece of soft flesh produced the sound of the soul.
Wandering Corpse: "…"
So perverted.
He sings to see other people's pain. He likes the feeling of manipulating other people's brains and emotions through stream of consciousness, but now he actually brings joy to the audience.
The wandering corpse hid behind Wen Shi in fear.
The God of Death was still not satisfied, and said to Wen Shi with a bright look in his eyes: "Let him continue singing, I can give the mascot freedom."
Unexpectedly, the young man was being treated as a mascot. Wen Shi looked at him with sympathy, then comforted You Shi: "Don't worry, with the status of a true spirit, he won't steal money or kill anyone."
The zombie's face was full of deception, so what was the purpose? His voice? To prevent the loss of loyalty, Wen Shi made a decision: "Let's not sing, play the piano."
The God of Death didn't pay much attention to Wen Shi, and he didn't know his generals very well. He was even more surprised when he heard this: "So you can play the piano!"
The zombie looked at him coldly. This time he did not refuse. He directly took out the harp and activated the skill "Sound of Nature".
clang!
The piano music that made one's brain feel dull pain once again penetrated into the heart of the God of Death.
"Fairy music." The clone and the true spirit had the same aesthetic taste, and both gave high praise.
After making sure that they really enjoyed listening, Youshi quietly put away the harp. If music could not represent human pain, it would be meaningless.
Not to mention the wandering zombies, everyone present felt that the God of Death had gone beyond the level of perversion.
Although Wen Shi predicted that a world-weary spirit like the God of Death might appreciate the music style of the Wandering Corpse, he didn't expect that he would become so fanatical.
The clone usually manages local security. The man with the low ponytail said sincerely, "If you're willing to debut, we can sponsor you. Your stage name will be Nightingale. You have the potential to become a world-famous star."
In such a short time, you even thought of a stage name for him?
The zombie took a half step back, feeling terrified for the first time. But he couldn't resist the temptation of performing and asked, "Can you arrange a tour?"
The man with the low ponytail nodded.
Youshi had been following Wen Shi for so long that he had become more cautious. He asked again, "Audience, can you arrange something?"
He lacks an audience more than a stage.
What I got was silence.
The true spirit and the clone had a great plan. They could just build the stage and if no one came they could have the concert to themselves.
Wen Shi spoke at the right moment: "How about this? Let him record an album, and I'll have Youshi send new songs over during the holidays."
Reciprocity is the norm. Don't take it too seriously if Shadow tries to steal some believers away from here in the future.
Of course, Wen Shi didn't say this, believing that the God of Death would turn a blind eye.
The God of Death was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Good music is priceless."
As he finished saying this, a "ding" sound came from Wen Shi's mind.
"Added the corresponding function [Mailbox]."
There is a lotus head portrait on the mailbox, as if calmness is engraved on the face, very much in the style of the god of death.
[Mailbox: Dean, you are a wanderer. You can use the mailbox to send happiness to the God of Death.]
Having found a proper solution, the Death God and his clone went in search of the perfect recording equipment, striving to restore every authentic sound. Before leaving, the clone took the initiative to wave goodbye to the wandering corpse: "Goodbye, Nightingale."
"…"
As soon as they left, Wen Shi sighed softly: "Are you scared?"
After a long while, the wandering corpse managed to utter, "The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds."
He, like the strings of a harp, is currently in a highly tense state. If it weren't for the huge disparity in strength, Gang Youshi would have wanted to use the heavy harp to send those two to hell.
The only beneficiary was Shadow, who finally no longer had to be confined in the temple to recite scriptures.
He couldn't wait to breathe the air outside, but Wen Shi reminded him, "Don't forget to help me pry the wall out."
Teenager: "I never made such a promise."
As if he had known he would say this, Wen Shi smiled and said, "I already have the contact information of the God of Death. If the number of people in the Kingdom continues to increase, I will ask the God of Death for a small favor."
For example, catch a scoundrel and make him study until the end of time.
Upon hearing this, the young man walked back and forth angrily holding the steel pipe. He could never understand why he was always controlled by his original body even though he had the same memories.
Wen Shi said calmly, "You've also benefited from it."
The boy turned around suddenly: "What I want is freedom!"
The first definition of freedom is the ability to control oneself.
Wen Shi suddenly asked, "What kind of freedom?"
"Of course, you can kill whoever you want and go wherever you want."
Wen Shi continued his words: "A person is free and unfettered, the sky is high and the birds fly freely?"
The boy nodded subconsciously.
Wen Shi looked at the girl and said, "You see, he doesn't need the role of grandmother in his perfect life."
The girl lowered her head silently.
grass!
I was tricked by the original body again.
Wen Shi showed a kind smile: "Be obedient, the old ones are still the wisest. As long as you behave yourself, I will still be your little angel."
"...Set a target of three NPC followers each month. The expansion of the kingdom depends on you."
The target doesn't need to be set too high. Once the promotion path is determined, even if he doesn't make any demands, Shadow will work hard to pursue greater power. A test dungeon and a worker is well worth it.
The wandering corpse wanted to record a song, but due to the interference of the true spirit, the copy did not start the transmission immediately.
Wen Shi sat on a stone bench, waiting for the recording to finish. He was curious about where Jian Qingrong had gone. Before coming here, Jian Qingrong had given him another Heart Blood Pendant. If nothing unexpected happened, he should have been able to join them long ago.
Tapping the stone table with his fingertips, Wen Shi narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Is there anything more important than coming to see me?"
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City of Gold.
The climate here is still very hot today, and a strange figure appears out of nowhere in the endless yellow sand.
Jian Qingrong finally arrived at this dimensional space. Looking at the magnificent city walls in the distance, he quickened his pace.
My kidney, here I come. :,,.