"Tell me about a myth~~ Let's talk about a family~~ This couple gave birth to a strange baby~~"
Humming a little tune, Feng Xue arrived at Chentangguan on a civilian land cruiser.
Although Feng Xue was prepared for the scenery along the way, when he walked out of the airport and saw the port city, which was much more prosperous than the real demon city, he was momentarily speechless.
Then, there was another bag of salt in my hand.
"Sometimes I'm glad I didn't complain about energy collectors."
Feng Xue murmured in a low voice and walked onto the street. Although the clothing style was obviously different from the current world, and the language habits were only similar to Chinese, overall, it was indeed a modern society where people's livelihood was quite prosperous.
If there is any difference, it is that the architectural style is full of a strange feeling that is difficult to explain, that is, the aesthetic that is obviously very technological, but has to have cornices and brackets.
Different from the ancient characteristic that the higher the status, the higher the residence. This world has the modern aura of low-status people living in high-rise buildings and high-status people living in bungalows.
Although this so-called bungalow looks like a very high-tech courtyard, it is full of ancient charm - it is a bit more elegant than Feng Xuena's Soviet-style villa (after all, the area cannot be compared).
"There is no atmosphere of ghost stories, and there is no element frame unique to phantoms..."
Feng Xue let go of his perception, but did not notice anything related to the ghost talk. This does not mean that this place is not affected by the ghost talk. On the contrary, in Feng Xue's view, this is completely the influence of phantoms on the rules that has been embedded in this reflected in world life.
Just like in the current world, if people other than people from the Yan Kingdom practice martial arts, they will not feel any traces of ghost stories on their bodies.
Of course, this may also be the reason why "weird stories are dead" in this world.
"!"
Just when Feng Xue was trying to figure out the relationship between the existing rules and illusions in this world, a wisp of imperceptible [consciousness] suddenly entered his perception.
That [consciousness] is so subtle that it would never be sensed by ordinary ghost stories, regardless of nature or nurture.
However, for Feng Xue, who started from nothing and had experienced "living with single-digit knowledge" in the Tower of Babel, no matter how subtle the knowledge was, he could not escape his perception. .
In line with the idea of doing as the Romans do when he is in his hometown, Feng Xue made a sword secret with his hand and used it casually. A sword light suddenly enveloped his body, and then rushed away with that weak ray of [consciousness].
Feeling that her [Immortal] label was reaping benefits again, Feng Xue had a look of satisfaction on her face. The label rewards in different worlds are different. In a world without immortals, even if there is this label, as long as it does not generate weird stories, That's just a bunch of specious metaphysics, but in this world of immortals, this label is filled with a lot of immortal magic and Taoism that ordinary people are aware of.
"I see. The fairy tales in this world are of the more classical kind. That's right. If it were runic technology, the scientific system would have been directly assimilated long ago."
Feng Xue felt those relatively low-end spells, which only used a little more energy than the blinding method. He restrained his movements and landed in the corner, because at this moment, he had already noticed the location where the [Consciousness] fell.
A child who was climbing over the wall of a house that looked like it had to be at least five levels in.
The child looked to be under ten years old, with small arms and legs, wearing a red bellyband, two buns, a small gold bracelet on his left hand, and a piece of red silk wrapped around his right hand.
This child is not a ghost story. If anything, he is just a "group ghost story component" similar to those martial arts masters in the Yan Kingdom who can lift people with their fists and move horses with their arms.
"It's weird, all the kaitan in this world are dead. Logically speaking, group kaitan shouldn't exist... Or is it the influence of kaitan derivatives? Or, in other words, there really is a 'Fengshen Yanyi' in this world who has not yet awakened. Weird stories?"
Looking at the child's appearance, Feng Xue knew with every fiber of his being that this must be a famous naughty kid, but precisely because of this, he became more and more curious about the strange structure of this world.
But after thinking for a moment, he didn't waste any time. He took out the coffin board and squatted in the corner to start digging...
…
The child standing on the wall was about to jump down as before, but suddenly hit a transparent barrier. Feeling the ripples on the barrier, the child couldn't help but bulge his cheeks.
"Why did it open again? Am I exposed? Forget it, if I was exposed, this wouldn't be the case!"
The child murmured, stretched out his hand and untied the red silk from his wrist, folded it in half and tightened it, and then brought the straight edge closer to the invisible barrier.
But this time, the red silk passed through the barrier as if it was not hindered at all. When the child saw this, he immediately let go of his hand, and the doubled red silk floated in the air, as if it was caught by something. Average.
"Phew, it's okay, this trick can still be used." The child muttered, carefully inserted his fingers along the folded red damask's fitting position, separated it without much force, and then jumped up and jumped from the red damask. The circled position was drilled out.
"Hey, you want to lock me up? It's a dream!"
The child raised his palms, pointed his thumb to his nose and made a face. Then he turned around and planned to find a beach to play as usual, but at this moment, a not-so-shrill noise came into his ears. ——
"Clean, wipe, wipe..."
"What's the sound?" The child turned his head suddenly, and then he saw a man in black clothes sitting on the side of the road, taking out parts from a template.
In front of him, two little wooden figures looked like living creatures. They were fighting with each other with punches and kicks. It looked so interesting.
The child looked at the novelty for a moment and couldn't help but move forward, pointing at the two fighting villains and saying:
"How can you sell this little guy like you?"
Hearing the child's question, Feng Xue raised her eyes, shook her head and said:
"Not for sale!"
"No? If you don't sell, what are you doing here?" There was a bit of dissatisfaction on the child's face, but Feng Xue spread her hands and said:
"I was playing with some kids a few days ago. I told them I could be a little fighter, but they didn't believe me. I made an appointment with them to come and see them today, but they didn't come. I'm waiting for someone!"
"They must have seen you villains from a distance and felt that they lost face and didn't dare to come!" The child rolled his eyes and then said:
"You're such a big person, but you still play with children?"
"Otherwise? Of course you have to find children to play with. How about I find an adult to play with? Will they be happy?"
Feng Xue threw the coffin board aside, put a few parts together, and there was another villain. This time, this villain was holding a big knife, and he rushed directly between the two villains, cutting them one by one. Cut them all down.
The child looked hot and couldn't help but said:
"It just so happens that I'm here to play too, and you can't wait for anyone! Why don't we play together!"
Regarding Nezha, even if it is the original Nezha, the blame lies with Zhenren Taiyi. He did not accept his disciples and refused to teach them, but deliberately taught them in a bad way. When he defeated the Dragon King, he said, "I am the one who destroys the Zhou Dynasty and assists the Zhou Dynasty." "I am a pioneer," and "Master said it won't matter if I kill you." When I saw the Qiankun Bow and Sky-shattering Arrows, what I was thinking was, "Master said that I would become a pioneer and destroy the world." It can be seen that Taiyi Zhenren usually gives him What kind of stuff is being instilled!
If you teach a child of a feudal official to rebel all day long, this is no longer a matter of discipline, but a matter of deliberately leading him astray.
ps: Regarding the fact that all those who surf the Internet are people with a little money, the problem is that this is not just a problem of money, but a problem of the network environment. Just like in Yingjiang, even if the people who surf the Internet have money, they will still discuss shootings. When it comes to things like Mao Xiong, people on the Internet will also worry about the Sanmao War. Even here, there are many key politicians, right? But now the protagonist cannot see discussions about war on the Internet in this world. That only means that war is too far away from ordinary netizens in this world. Is this logic correct?
(End of chapter)
