Chapter 423 Unsheathed

Wanli Fengdao hides his figure, and with the rapid consumption of spiritual energy, his figure seems to blend 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 was beating violently, he held his breath, and looked not far ahead, the black figure slowly straightened up, turned his back to the sky, and gently sniffed the air.

With the occasional flashes of thunder, the true face of the black shadow disappeared in a flash.

It was an extremely thin human figure with gray and disheveled hair,

His body was covered with a layer of pitch-black rags that were so messy that he couldn't see his original appearance.

The pale skin all over his body drooped downwards, losing its elasticity, as if the skin had been pulled down due to excessive weight loss, it looked weird and terrifying.

A long iron chain was tied around the monster's waist.

The iron chain was as thick as an arm and extremely heavy, in stark contrast to the scrawny humanoid monster.

The iron chain was wound around its waist twice, and eighteen thinner chains were separated. The thin chains were hanging on the ground, and the other end was still in the stream.

Thunder roared, lightning flashed away, and it was faintly visible that there seemed to be some tall and heavy objects tied to the other end of the eighteen thin iron chains.

That is, the human body.

There were men and women, old men, babies, white bones, and fresh corpses soaked in rain, swollen and whitish,

Gu turned his back to the sky, staring at the rainy night with empty eye sockets.

Sixteen human bodies are tied to the ends of eighteen iron chains.

Xing Hechou is tied to the sixteenth iron chain.

This iron tower-like man, with his eyes closed tightly, and blood gushing out of his scarred body, sank in the torrent of the stream, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"People, what?"

The humanoid monster raised its head high, sniffed the air lightly, and murmured, "The scent of strangers, why is it gone?

Obviously, only the last two are left. "

It waved its thin arms as if venting its emotions, and slammed on the tree trunk beside it,

The four of them embraced the thick and thin tree trunk, and it broke at the waist under this blow, and flew out directly, smashing into the forest, shaking down countless rain flowers.

Wanli Fengdao pressed his back tightly against the tree trunk, allowing the sawdust splashed by the tree to scrape across his face without daring to move at all.

He firmly gripped the hilt of the sword, his fingers were extremely pale due to too much force, but he couldn't pull the sword out of the scabbard no matter what.

This monster was too strong, the breath alone made him tremble with fear, and the muscles all over his body trembled involuntarily.

Do you want to leave here?

As long as he moves his mind, he can teleport this outrageously weird dream of King Shengnan and return to the real world.

Safe, smooth, no one will know what's going on here,

No one would know that he left his companion behind.

He can, continue to be his bounty hunter, use the status of a non-staff employee issued by the Bureau of Special Affairs, and be respected and sought after by people from all walks of life wherever he goes.

The player's identity is a gift from God.

Before becoming a player, Wanli Fengdao had an ordinary name.

Zhang Wei.

He lives in the city, but does not belong to the city,

His childhood memories are small towns, villages, urban-rural junctions, dry and cracked land, creeks flowing with sewage, dilapidated factories, smelly poultry, straw dust flying in wheat fields, thick smoke rising from factory chimneys. cigarette.

His father was a farmer, dull and inarticulate. The picture left to him is always under dim light, drinking bad beer, with a red face.

His mother was also a farmer, kind but cowardly, docile and patient, always embroidering a sweater when the family finished dinner and her husband was drinking in silence, telling him that set of theories that I don’t know how many times.

Study hard, only by studying hard can you leave here.

At that time, he did not understand this,

He likes the fireflies flying in the mountains and forests, he likes to pass firewood into the stove, watch the fire rise, he likes to chase chickens and dogs, laugh and play with his companions, he even likes the broken TV that always fails and the second-hand ones from his cousin's house. game console.

He didn't understand why his parents worked so hard, hoping that he could change the fate of his ancestors and walk out of the loess and mountains that spread for an unknown distance.

Until he went to middle school, left the countryside, walked into the city, and came to the reinforced concrete fortress.

For the first time, he discovered that the world is so gorgeous and prosperous,

His future is not just a road of repeated labor day after day without end like his father's generation.

However, mediocre, ordinary, ordinary,

Like gravity, he firmly grasped his ankles and threw him to the ground.

After graduating from a vocational college, he was unwilling to go back to the mountains, and lived a long numb life that could see the end at a glance, so he chose to stay in the city.

He became the builder of the city, or rather, a construction worker.

This job is no different from the farm work that my parents did. It is numb, mechanical, repetitive, day after day, like a decaying and rusty machine, burning fuel, moving forward silently, without any glory at all.

On the high hanging tower, he was tied with a safety rope and saw the prosperity of the city. He was even the founder of this prosperity,

Unfortunately, that prosperity has nothing to do with him, he is just a tool.

However, 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.

He can even read two books in his spare time—acquiring knowledge is painful, not because the books are obscure and profound, but because he can always slowly understand something in the process of reading.

I realized that some truths are as cold and hard as steel and ice.

There is destiny in this world, and there are class barriers that cannot be crossed by manpower. He acts as firewood for the prosperity of the city, but the firewood that has burned out the flame will eventually be abandoned, just like the degrading ancestral village.

He doesn't belong here.

In the great era, his comprehension, his pain, are worthless, no one cares about them,

Anonymous people buried in mines, workers whose fingers were strangled and swallowed by machines, old and numb farmers who sat on bank counters holding old coins and waiting to send money, people in rural areas who lost their ability to work and were bedridden with no living security elder

Such is the fate of those of his kind.

Until, he was selected by Shachang Game and promoted to become a player.  Dingling clang——  The iron chains collided with each other and rubbed against the fallen leaves.  The pale humanoid monster muttered something and walked forward. Fifteen corpses were dragged up from the bottom of the river. Together with Xing Hechou, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, they slowly dragged past Wanli Fengdao.  God chose me,   Wan Lifeng Dao clenched the hilt tightly, his body tensed slowly.  I refuse and accept the established fate  He exhaled a foul breath, and the airflow was clearly visible in the icy forest.  I thought, change the world   "Huh?"    The pale monster seemed to have noticed something, turned around, and looked somewhere in the dark forest.   I thought, be a hero.  Wanli Fengdao showed a ferocious face, and drew his sword out of its sheath.  Three feet of autumn water, when killing demons.