On top of a pyramid piled with bones.
Shu Mu stumbled up, looked at the strange black chair in front of him, and sat down on it unceremoniously.
It was a bit cold, but nothing happened.
The backrest behind you is a bit high.
Shu Mu visually measured it to be five or six meters long, and there were many strange lines on it, which seemed to form some kind of mysterious symbol.
can't read.
Shu Mu felt that he looked very small sitting on it, as if he was sitting on a giant's throne, and felt inappropriate.
"Huh? Palm print!"
Shu Mu looked around and finally found a palm print on the right armrest. It was a bit too big. When he placed it on it, it looked like a child placing it in an adult's palm print, leaving a lot of gaps around it...
Buzzing~
There was a slight vibration in the Shadow Throne.
The twisted lines on it were unpredictable. After a while, they began to emit black energy to the surroundings, and the black energy condensed into a stream, turning into strange symbols in the air... With a hiss, black lines were dragged out one after another. Trailing, the target is Shu Mu himself!
"Fuck!"
Shu Mu was shocked, how could there be such a situation!
But at this moment, he was huddled on the right side of the throne, and his palm was tightly sucked, unable to break free. In addition, the throne was very tall, and his little self was huddled in a corner, looking pitiful...
"Ah hiss!"
Faced with thousands of flying symbols, there is no way to escape.
Shu Mu lay down directly.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt anyway, I'm just curious about what these are.
But at this moment, there was a pain in the palm of his hand.
It's like 10,000 needles are sticking into it, it hurts so much!
But this situation did not last long.
The pain in his hand disappeared in just a few seconds, and instead, a cold energy forcefully penetrated into his body and spread quickly throughout his body. Shu Mu felt that he suddenly became more energetic.
He squeezed his free left hand.
It is covered with a shallow layer of black lines, which are densely packed. If you take them apart, you will find strange symbols that are constantly entering into your body.
They are cold, but powerful!
This is my most intuitive feeling.
As long as he punched lightly, a black breath burst out from above the fist, but since there was nothing in front of him, it was impossible to know how powerful this punch was!
"Hey, I made a profit!"
Shu Mu grinned, while his right hand was still sucking on the palm print.
Not bad.
The hardships along the way were not in vain.
Although I don’t know how much I have improved now compared to before.
But the most intuitive feeling.
It's like there is a pure power in the body, and this power can increase one's explosive power by one level!
Moreover, the black energy erupting from the fist is very strange.
Although I don't know what it does.
But Shu Mu always feels that this black energy may be harmless to himself, but it may not be harmful to others...
"Huh? Why isn't it over yet?" Shu Mu looked at the seat under him in surprise, his right hand still being tightly held.
This strange throne has turned white.
Could it be that those black lines all turned into strange symbols and flew into his body?
Then will I be dyed a color?
I'll rub it, that won't work.
I don’t like black, especially on my skin!
"It's okay, it's okay, I still have such a handsome face, just like the handsome guys who love me, I'm so suave." Shu Mu held on to a white mirror.
Reflected on it is his own image.
Sword eyebrows and star eyes are not included.
But his eyebrows are thick and moderate, his facial features are relatively straight, his face is relatively clean and fresh, and he is at the level of a handsome young man.
Um? Have a vertical line on your forehead?
"Damn, this is too spiritual. It doesn't suit me very well." Shu Mu cursed.
I reflexively wanted to wipe it with my right hand, but my right hand was still tightly attached and I couldn't pull it out at all.
But he just finished complaining.
The vertical lines on his head faded away.
Not melting into the air.
Instead, it dissolved into the skin and lurked into his body.
"If I can take it back, can I still summon it? Is this thing my third eye?"
Shu Mu noticed all the changes in himself and took a mirror to look at every part of himself.
Except for the lines on the forehead.
The lines elsewhere on the body have disappeared.
But as long as you pinch your fist.
Dense lines will appear on the fist, as if the entire fist has been dyed black, which is very cool!
Others were unresponsive.
It was difficult for him to figure out how to make them all appear.
The lines on his forehead didn't move either. Even if he chanted silently in his mind and opened his third eye, there was no movement. Instead, he embarrassed himself.
"Hey, I thought I had awakened a new talent."
Shu Mu was very curious about the changes on his body, but he looked at the attribute panel again and again, but there were no new changes, not even the attribute values.
And just when he was regretting.
The huge palm print on his right hand suddenly shrank and became smaller, wrapping his entire right hand and palm in it.
Shu Mu was already calm.
This thing is always startled, for fear of scaring itself to death.
Zizzi!
The palm prints became hot, and a burning breath emanated.
"Holy shit, are you crazy?"
Shu Mu's eyes widened.
My right hand seemed to be placed on the teppanyaki. It was hot, burning, and stinging. I wanted to get up, but it was like it was stuck to it and I couldn't pull it off!
"Fuck, I don't believe it!"
Shu Mu was burned and his eyes were burning.
He held a blue ax in his left hand and struck it hard on the armrest!
This thing seems to be getting hotter and hotter.
But the right hand was sucked very tightly, as if the entire hand was molded into the armrest.
Although the handrail has become as white as jade.
But Shu Mu looked like a bunch of bones melted together and then carved out a throne.
It's just that the original appearance is covered by black lines, so it doesn't look very obvious.
But now, his right hand is embedded in a huge bone and cannot be pulled out.
There is no other way but to cut it off!
Bang!
The ax landed steadily a few centimeters in front of his right hand, but the armrest was not damaged at all. Instead, there were tiny cracks on the ax head.
"No, this is a blue attribute weapon. Even an ordinary ax is made of iron. It can fall on this weird throne. How come it becomes so crisp?"
Shu Mu drew the ax away.
The ax exploded with a bang, falling on the seat and turning into a pile of scrap metal.
Its essence is absorbed!
Shu Mu was shocked, but not completely panicked.
Since he couldn't resist, he sat back down again, but the expression on his face was tense, and his right hand felt so hot that he almost lost consciousness and turned red.
"Don't let me bake it..."
