Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

Ji Que has seen many people sleep, and he is also very good at sleeping.

Especially during the time spent with Tang Yi, he slept very soundly.

But he had never seen a person who could sleep like this.

While snoring, picking feet, blowing huge bubbles from the nose, and making various sounds.

Yes, the voices of men and women he heard before, with different tones, were all made by this man when he was snoring and grinding his teeth alone.

I don't know, I thought this guy was performing ventriloquism.

Ji Que observed this bald middle-aged man very cautiously.

It looks very easy-going, like an old neighbor who likes to drink tea and walk a bird while walking around the streets and alleys of the city.

But the guy who appeared here, how could he be an old neighbor.

The man had been sleeping, and Ji Que didn't wake him up.

From here, the place really looks like a narrow hut.

I have to say, this is a very weird scene.

In the dark underground, in the cave where scarlet and fireflies intertwined, in a room as narrow as a hut, lay a middle-aged man who looked like an old neighbor, snoring while picking his feet.

There are tens of thousands of people in one person's mouth, making all kinds of sounds.

With a cry, the man suddenly opened his eyes as if he had a nightmare.

Ji Que couldn't help but take two steps back, his body was a little stiff.

Because at this moment, he saw the picture of the sea of ​​blood rushing in before.

The picture was in the pupils of the man's eyes, and it was very real.

Ji Que had the feeling that he would be swallowed by a sea of ​​blood in an instant.

At the same time, this old neighbor man suddenly became extremely terrifying, like a huge monster emerging from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The old neighbor blinked his eyes, and the terrifying scene dissipated, and became easy-going again.

He looked at Ji Que with sincere eyes, while Ji Que looked at him with wary eyes.

"The old man is nestled in here, can he still be found?" The old neighbor looked at Ji Que and asked in surprise.

Ji Que thought for a while and said, "Actually, you are the one who disturbed the people."

"Ah?" The bald old neighbor showed a look of honest surprise.

"You snored very loudly, and you scared the people above, and that person above is me." Ji Que explained.

"By the way, a big hole suddenly appeared in my house and I can't find the reason. Now it seems that you may have hollowed out the bottom to take a photo."

Ji Que became excited all of a sudden, took the old man's hand and said, "You have to pay for my house."

The old man who once brought a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood suddenly showed a cowardly expression, and said, "I really don't know, the house above is so expensive, how can I afford it?"

Ji Que said seriously: "This is not my problem."

The next moment, the old man shrank his hand, and immediately withdrew his hand from Ji Que's.

His technique was indeed bizarre, even Ji Que was taken aback for a moment.

You must know that the people he captured were either "strikes of righteousness" or "hands of benevolence", and few of them escaped.

But the old man was very relaxed, as if it was a matter of course.

However, he still had a troubled expression on his face, and said, "Young man, I can't afford to pay for the house. How about I give you a chance?"

"What chance? Is it worth a house for me?" Ji Que replied.

"Oh, as long as you see it. Can the old man still lie to you?"

When he said this, his aura couldn't help changing again, as if the mighty emperor had frightened Ji Que.

"I'll wait for you over there."

As he said that, he ran away dragging his shoes that were not firmly stepped on, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ji Que was afraid that this guy would renege on his debts, so he hurried to follow.

As expected before, this hut-like narrow space has another universe. Behind the broken painting at the bottom of the room is a long and narrow corridor.

The corridors were barely lit, giving the impression of some kind of animal den.

At the end of this corridor is another house.

It's just that this house has a spring and a clear pool, an oil lamp, and in front of the clear pool is a comb and a bronze mirror, which seem to be used for grooming.

There is also a line of words engraved on the front of the bronze mirror - "A well-groomed person will have a lot of money.".

Ji Que didn't have time to freshen up, but when he got to the door, he found another line of words written on it - "It is difficult for people with unclean clothes to make a lot of money, so they are forbidden to enter.".

Thinking that the words "difficult to make a fortune" were too unlucky, Ji Que sat back in front of the bronze mirror and began to wash.

Not long after passing by, the Wangqing Pool began to make a gurgling sound, as if someone was panting at the bottom.

Ji Que walked over and found that there was a scarlet liquid rising from the bottom of the pool, and his brows raised involuntarily.

The gasping sound became louder and louder, and the oil lamp next to it shook accordingly.

Ji Que expressionless, came to the washing table.

He scooped a spoonful of clear water into the wooden basin, but the clear water soon turned red, as if liquid was rolling out of it.

The liquid was a bit viscous, and a slurry was rippling in the wooden basin, and some hairs and the like came out faintly.

The flickering lights, strange panting sounds, and the reddened spring made the whole room look weird for a moment.

Is it haunted here?

At this time, Ji Que's pupils shrank slightly, because in the mirror, his handsome face became much thinner, it looked as if he had been sucked by a witch hundreds of times, and his body was so weak.

Ji Que admired it carefully, and had to admit that even with Mr. Kong Kong's sick appearance, he was so handsome.

His expression didn't change much, his face was paralyzed, he stretched out his hands, picked up the increasingly thick blood in the basin, and started to wash his face.

If I wash it clean, I will definitely make a fortune.

He washed very carefully, not only washed his face and neck, but also washed his hair and brushed his teeth.

After all, the grooming supplies here seem to be quite high-grade, so there is no need to use them for nothing.

When Ji Que came out after washing up, he had already turned into a "blood man", with blood flowing from the top of his head and down his cheeks, the picture was very beautiful.

I have to tell the old man that everything is fine here, but there are no towels.

With a creak, Ji Que opened the door after washing.

This is another corridor, with a dim lantern hanging in the middle, reflecting the mottled walls.

Ji Que walked forward with bloody footprints all the way.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, because at the corner of the corridor, dark red blood surged, as if to completely engulf the corridor.

Hallucination?

Ji Que frowned, rubbed his eyes, and found no butterflies appeared.

With a bang, his figure was engulfed by a raging bloody wave.

After the waves passed, Ji Que surfaced and continued to walk in the corridor.

After the wave passed, the blood was almost waist deep, but it didn't affect walking much.

When he turned the corner, the old man was waiting for him in the bloody water.

After noticing that Ji Que came over with a paralyzed face, the old man showed a rare expression of appreciation and continued on his way.

Ji Que followed behind him.

In front of him, blood flowed continuously along the wall, and the waist-deep blood flowed to his shoulders in an instant.

The old and the young, one head is full of blood, handsome and extraordinary, the other wears an ordinary face, with thinning hair, both of them are moving forward at a leisurely pace, as if the blood in front of them does not exist.

After a while, the heads of the two were submerged in blood because of the deep blood.

Looking down from above, one can only tell who is who by the thickness of the hair floating on the surface of the bloody water.

There were two crashes, and when the corridor reached the end, the two people, who had only their hair floating on the bloody water, returned to the air.

The old man was covered in blood all over his body, his sparse hair stuck to the top of his head, and he was listless.

The two stood in a very wide room. In the middle of the room was a large stone platform with some flesh and bones scattered on it.

The bloody old man looked at the bloody Ji Que and said, "My place is not bad, I don't bring him here for most people."

Ji Kuang nodded, and said calmly: "It's really good, but I don't know what can be worth my house near the river."

The old man said angrily: "It's true, open your eyes and have a look, just talk nonsense."

After being pointed out, Ji Que wiped the blood on his face and opened his eyes.

There is only one stone step leading there, surrounded by thick blood.

This is the real pool of blood, or sea of ​​blood.

Growing up so big, Ji Que ate a lot of blood. He has seen a battlefield with corpses lying on the ground, but he has never seen so much blood gathered together.

There were some livers floating on the bloody water, and strangely, there were dozens of lotus leaves and a few lotus flowers growing there.

Bloody lotus.

To be honest, coming to this kind of place is really stressful. From the moment he entered the bloody corridor, Ji Que felt as if he had walked from the world to the underworld.

However, in order to meet the opportunity of the house and solve the problem of disturbing the residents here, Ji Que still came.

For a moment, the image of the blood pool rushed towards his face, and Ji Que's heartbeat accelerated a lot.

There is blood all around, only those lotus flowers are a little freehand, but when you look carefully, you will find that the lotus stamens are like an abyss, bottomless.

At first glance, this pool of blood seems to have boundaries, and it is in this large room, but when you look carefully, you will find that the edges are blurred, as if endless, giving people a sense of powerlessness.

From the first time the blood flooded, Ji Que heard the sound of "dong dong".

At this time, the soft "dong dong" sound became more and more obvious, like a strange movement, which made people palpitate.

On the road ahead, blood fell like a waterfall. After Ji Que followed the old man through, some tongues, hearts and other organs were already hanging on his hair and shoulders.

Although Ji Que's face paled a lot, there was still no panic.

He wants to see what treasure is inside.

The two finally came to the platform. There was a knife in front of the platform, a pitch-black knife.

"You know how to chop meat?"

Ji Que nodded and held the knife.

Next to it, as the old man twitched, a crack appeared on the stone wall, revealing cold corpses one after another.

dead body.

"You choose one." The old man said indifferently.

At this time, he became very cold, as if he had nothing to do with that honest old man in the neighborhood.

"The babies you're talking about aren't these dead people, are they?"

"You choose one, and you will know the answer after you choose."

Ji Que always felt like he was in the underworld, but in order to solve the problem, he had to choose a corpse.

He chose carefully, as if what was in the cabinet were not corpses, but tempting roast chickens, and he wanted to choose the tastiest one.

Eventually, the body of a young woman was pulled out.

The old man frowned and said, "Why did you fall in love with this one?"

Ji Que analyzed seriously: "It has the best figure among all the female corpses."

"Do you also care about the figure of the corpse?"

"It's better to stay with a pleasing corpse than an ugly one." Ji Que said gently.

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, and sighed: "Young man, I thought you were simply courageous at first, but now it seems that you are sick, seriously ill, it is too perverted. Now, you put this very tall Disassemble a good corpse. Remember, I said dismantling."

"Others' corpses are fine, why dismantle them?"

"Don't you dare?"

"I just don't want to, think it's unethical to do that."

"Okay, you come and dismantle me."

As he spoke, the old man lay down on the stone platform by himself.

"If you demolish you, who am I going to ask for a house?"

The old man's face became obviously gloomy, and he said, "I don't think you dare? Trash!"

"If you demolish it, you will pay for my house?"

"certainly."

With a snap, Ji Que slashed at his calf with a knife, splashing blood all over his face.

The old man seemed to be okay, and said: "Go on! I'm talking about completely dismantling it!"

With a click, Ji Que slashed down again, and the blood splashed on the old man's face again.

"continue."

The old man said while wiping the blood from his eyes.

This scene is very strange, as if a pig butcher is teaching his apprentice how to cut a pig, and the pig is the master himself.

As soon as the words fell, the butcher's knife roared down, cutting off the old man's shriveled arm, and splashing blood splashed across the old man's face again.

The old man had just wiped the blood off his face, but he was slapped again, and the splashed blood covered his face again.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the splashed blood kept splashing to his eyes.

After being shot seven times in a row, the old man finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Ji Que raised his head, and asked with a confused expression, "What's on purpose?"

His eyes were so clear that he couldn't see any problems.

Seeing this, the old man coughed in embarrassment and said, "Go on."

So in the next second, his mouth and eyes were filled with blood again.

As a result, at this moment, the old man heard the sound of the blade scraping his scalp, and hurriedly said, "What are you doing?"

Ji Que said earnestly: "Senior, if you said it was completely dismantled, the few hairs on your head will naturally have to be removed."

With a bang, half of the old man's hair was gone.

"No need for now."

As he said that, he saw the old man's body squirm, and the legs and arms that had been chopped off before were joined by themselves, with clear wounds on them.

Ji Que raised his head and said, "No need to dismantle it?"

The old man said angrily: "No need, no need, if you splash it like this, you will blind your eyes."

As he spoke, he took the tufts of hair on the blade and stuck them on his head.

Ji Que asked: "Senior, can you pay me back and let me leave?"

"Heh, why do you want to leave so much? Isn't my place not good?" The old man asked as if he had grasped something.

This kid must not be able to hold on anymore, hahaha.

"Good, good, but unfortunately I'm hungry, according to the time, should I have supper?" Ji Que said seriously.

"You're hungry when you arrive at my place?" the old man said with a look of astonishment.

This is his world, a world of terror.

Before, some impolite people broke in. Even the characters of the five realms were either frightened to the point of defecation, or nauseated and vomited. In the end, they turned into cold corpses for him to dissect.

And the little guy in front of him, seeing this situation, actually said that he was hungry.

Ji Que looked at the pool of blood with many organs floating beside him, and said, "There is so much pig blood, if you add some hairy belly, it would be good to make the blood flourish."

The old man twitched his cheeks and said, "What pig's blood, where did it come from?"

Ji Que hurriedly said: "Senior, I have eaten so much Maoxuewang since I was a child. Your pool must be full of pig blood. For some reason, it is kept quite fresh. It will not taste bad when used to make Xuewang."

As he said that, his stomach made a rumbling sound, and he seemed really hungry.

The old man looked at him like a monster.

With a wave of his hand, the lotus on the blood pool swayed and sank into the blood pool.

After that, a suckling pig flew out and landed in Ji Que's hands.

"This is compensation, you go."

Ji Que looked at the frozen suckling pig in his arms, and said in surprise: "Senior, my house is near the river, and I have a small courtyard. Even if I pay for the pig, isn't the number and size not right?"

"Go away! Go out and let the palm of your hand see if it's worth your broken house."

At this moment, Ji Que once again seemed to be completely submerged by the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. There seemed to be some huge monster swimming in the sea of ​​blood, so that he was almost out of breath.

He had an illusion that just one thought of the old man would turn him into blood.

But Ji Que still said: "Okay, I'm at a disadvantage, but you have to pay attention to the problems that disturb the people, and everyone else is looking for me."

The old man's eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and he said, "What else?"

"Senior, I don't know if I can take a bowl of blood with me. It's really good for a late-night snack."

A few hairs on the old man's head stood on end, and he said, "Hurry up! I can't take it anymore if I don't roll my knife."

"Ah, so petty."

So Ji Que jumped into the pool of blood with a fancy back flip in front of the old man, and then leisurely swam out with his backstroke.

The old man stood there, his face turned blue and white, and he murmured: "Little monster, this is your mother's monster."

Ji Que hugged the frozen suckling pig, crawled out of the cave covered in blood, stood in the yard, let out a long breath, his feet were weak, and felt that half his life was lost.

MMP, I just scared me to death.