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, I slept soundly.

   But he has never seen a person who can have such a sleeping appearance.

   While snoring, picking his feet, blowing huge bubbles from his 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 quite easy-going, like an old neighbor who likes to drink tea and walk a bird while walking in the streets and alleys of the city.

  How could the guy who appeared here be an old neighbor.

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

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

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

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

  One person seems to have thousands of people locked in his mouth, making all kinds of sounds.

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

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

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

  The picture is in the pupils of the man's eyes, which is 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 man who looked like an old neighbor suddenly became extremely terrifying, like a huge monster emerging from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

  The old neighbor blinked, and the terrifying scene dissipated, and he 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 with a look of surprise on his face.

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

   "Huh?" 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 haven't been able to 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 method is really 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". Few of them escaped.

  But this old man is very relaxed, as if this is 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 but change again, as if he was an invincible emperor, but he frightened Ji Que.

   "I'll wait for you there."

   As he spoke, 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 quickly followed.

  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 corridor is almost dark, giving people the feeling of some kind of animal nest.

  At the end of this corridor, there 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 big fortune.".

  Ji Que didn't have time to freshen up, but when he got to the door, he found another line written on it - "People with unclean clothes can hardly make a fortune, so no entry.".

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

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

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

  The gasping sound became louder and louder, and the oil lamp next to it began to shake.

  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 flowing 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 this haunted?

  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. Kongkong'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 thicker blood in the basin, and began to wash his face.

  I'm sure I'll make a fortune if I wash it clean.

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

  After all, the grooming supplies here look quite high-end, so there is no need for them.

  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 up.

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

  Ji Que walked forward with **** 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.

   Hallucinations?

   Ji Que frowned, rubbed his eyes, and found that there were no butterflies.

   With a bang, his figure was engulfed by a raging **** 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.

   After turning the corner, the old man was waiting for him standing in the blood.

  After noticing that Ji Que was coming 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 was continuously pouring out along the wall, and the waist-deep blood had already reached his shoulders in an instant.

  The old and the young, one head is full of blood, handsome and extraordinary, the other wears ordinary clothes and thin 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 judge who is who by the thickness of the hair floating on the surface of the **** water.

   There were two clatters, and when the corridor reached the end, the two people, whose hair was floating in the blood, returned to the air.

  The old man was covered in blood all over his body, his sparse head 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 **** old man looked at the **** Ji Que and said, "My place is not bad, I don't bring him here for ordinary people."

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

  The old man said angrily: "It's really good. 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.

   Only one stone step leads there, surrounded by thick blood.

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

  Growing so big, Ji Que ate a lot of blood. He has seen a battlefield with dead bodies, but he has never seen so much blood gathered together.

   There are some livers floating on the **** water, and the strange thing is that there are dozens of lotus leaves and a few lotus flowers growing there.

   Bloody lotus.

  To be honest, coming to this kind of place is indeed quite stressful. From the moment he entered the **** corridor, Ji Que felt like he had gone from the world to the underworld.

  However, Ji Que still came for the opportunity of getting the house and solving the problem of disturbing the residents here.

  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.

   This pool of blood appears to be bounded at first glance, 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.

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

   At this point, 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 hung on his hair and shoulders.

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

   He wants to see what treasure is inside.

  The two of them 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.

Beside   , following the old man's twitch, a crack appeared on the stone wall, exposing cold corpses one after another.

   Human corpses.

   "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 is pulled out.

  The old man's eyebrows trembled, and he 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?"

   "Being able to stay with a pleasing body with a good figure is better 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, and you are too perverted. Now, you put this very tall man 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.”

   "Okay, you come to 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 slap, Ji Que slashed at his calf, splashing blood all over his face.

  The old man seemed to be okay, and said: "Go ahead! 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 voice fell, the butcher's knife roared down, cutting off the old man's shriveled arm, and the 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.

   I don't know whether it was intentional or not, 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.

  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 seriously: "Senior, you said it was completely disassembled, so the few hairs on your head will naturally be removed."

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

   "No need for now."

   As he spoke, he saw the old man's body squirm, and the legs and arms that had been cut 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 from 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 a good place?" The old man asked as if he had grasped something.

  This kid must be unable to hold on anymore, hahaha.

   "That's good, but it's a pity that I'm hungry. According to the time, it's time for supper, right?" Ji Que said seriously.

   "You are 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 people who were not polite broke in, even the characters of the five realms were either frightened to the point of defecation, or nauseated and vomited, and finally turned into a cold corpse 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 blood, where did it come from?"

  Ji Que hurriedly said: "Senior, I have eaten a lot of 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 spoke, his stomach made a rumbling sound, and he seemed to be really hungry.

  The old man looked at him with eyes like a monster.

   With a wave of his hand, the lotus flower 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 amazement: "Senior, my house is next to the river, and there is a small courtyard. Even if I pay for the pig, isn't the number and size not right?"

   "Get out! You go out and let those who know the goods see if it is 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 as a night snack."

  The hairs on the old man's head stood on end, and he said, "Go away! I can't help it if I don't roll my knife."

   "Ah, so stingy."

  So Ji Que, in front of the old man, jumped into the blood pool with a fancy back flip, 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.