Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Xun politely refused to agree to this invitation presented in front of him: "I am a person with a bottom line, and I refuse to accept free services."

Especially the one-to-one service at night.

The masked man wasn't too surprised by his choice, it seemed to him that this was a reasonable thing, but he looked at Lin Xun and reminded: "On Crying Soul Island, you and I have a marriage contract."

Lin Xun raised his eyebrows: "Are you reminding me not to mess with flowers?"

Under the cover of the mask, Lin Xun couldn't see his expression, but the other party's words really fell in his ears: "I have set your bottom line very low, at least don't just hang it on other people's household registration books. "

Lin Xun felt inexplicably guilty when he heard it, but the only feeling he had was quickly dissipated with the sea breeze blowing ashore.

The sun is shining brightly during the day, and it is stormy at night. For Cang'er Island, such weather is not uncommon.Everyone used to go back to the house early and welcome the night too early, and Lin Xun was the same here, he was the last to go back, when it rained, he stood alone under the tower for a long time.

"what are you doing?"

Lin Xun turned his head and saw the Zombie King standing not far behind, his eyelashes were slightly curled up even though they were covered with raindrops. He couldn't help guessing the appearance of the latter when he was still alive, full of life, and probably quite moving.

Seeing the deeper eyes of the Zombie King, Lin Xunzhang said casually, "It's just a tower."

The Zombie King walked up to him, didn't linger, stopped right outside the tower door, stretched out his hand and pressed it against the door, the rain was streaming down his fingertips, his skin was so pale that he could almost see his veins clearly.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand: "There is something inside."

Lin Xun let out an 'oh', seemingly curious.

The Zombie King thought for a while, and only used a simple word to describe it: "It's dirty." He turned to face Xiang Linxun, as if he could see through all the thoughts of the other party: "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

Lin Xun did not hide something: "I went there once before."

Seeing that the Zombie King didn't make any other moves, and seemed to be waiting for a follow-up, he shrugged: "Almost didn't come out alive."

At the same time as the voice fell, there was a creak, and the door was pushed open again. The Zombie King didn't care about the rust standing on his hand, and said in a flat tone: "Let's go."

Lin Xun: "Send it to death or find a way back?"

Although Zombie King still has an expression, it gives the impression that there is a subtle smile in his expression, "I can't cure the things inside."

But he quickly added another sentence: "But it doesn't hurt to take you to see it."

There are still all kinds of bronze mirrors. The Zombie King’s eyes can’t see. Lin Xun took the initiative to walk to the front and lead the way, “Actually, I don’t want to come in. Taking the lead is not my favorite style.”

Fishing after others is the way to long-term survival.

He sighed, but he kept walking in front of the Zombie King, keeping a proper distance from him, and patiently explained how many steps there were and where there were obstacles.

In fact, even if Lin Xun didn't say anything, the Zombie King has his own means, and he can move forward like a fish in water, but this kind of redundant reminder doesn't bother him, but it is a novel experience.

When Lin Xun could see the top of the tower by a few steps, he raised his eyes and saw Rakshasa above. I wonder if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Rakshasa's eyes were more fierce than the last time he saw them. a bit.

Lin Xun laughed. If he said that the characters in the mural jumped out of the mural with a weapon in hand, making him almost fall from the tower, some people would think he was crazy.

Before stepping on the last step, his mind was in a trance for a moment, and he vaguely saw someone holding a blood-dripping clothes in front of him, and his handsome face alternated between brutality and gentleness: "Teacher, this is the last piece of clothing."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, and the whole piece of skin on his back had disappeared, leaving only his bloody back.

Lin Xun couldn't help taking a step back, as if he was back in England, the day he picked up the child from the trash.

[System: The host doesn't have to worry too much. This is the first mission you performed, and it ended in failure, so there will inevitably be shadows. 】

It doesn't know that what Lin Xun really cares about is the memories that have been stripped away. He always feels that there is information that is important to him hidden in that disappeared memory.

One hand supported his back, preventing Lin Xun from retreating further. His voice was very cold, but the picture in front of him shattered. The bloody clothes and the handsome man were broken into countless mirrors and disappeared.

"It's just hostility, keep going up."

Lin Xun stepped up the last step and stared at the mural above with scrutiny. At this moment, he concluded that it was not his own illusion. The eyes of Rakshasa in the painting were a little scarlet. He opened his mouth and explained in detail to the Zombie King that it was engraved with portrait.

"Do you think it smells bad?" Zombie King asked suddenly, not caring about the scene he described.

Lin Xun was stunned. When he first came here, it was raining heavily outside, so he didn't pay much attention. Now that the Zombie King mentioned it, the tip of his nose twitched, and then he frowned. It wasn't the smell of rotten wood in disrepair But the pungent smell of blood.

"If my guess is correct, when this painting was formed, a drop of dragon's blood was mixed in the paint."

Lin Xun thought of the red-haired woman in the Soul Prison talking about the legend about dragons, and couldn't help asking: "Dragon really exists?"

The Zombie King didn't answer him directly: "This drop of blood has been polluted, but it has some other uses."

While speaking, he flicked his fingers, and a trace of black air wrapped around the knuckles of his index finger like a small snake.

"This is the hostility formed after the dragon's blood is polluted. I will purify it and give it to you after I return."

Lin Xun: "What can it be used for?"

Zombie King: "Harmful."

"..."

"There are a lot of interesting things in it," said the Zombie King, "But I don't dare to act rashly on some things. Today's harvest is already big enough, so let's accept it when it's good."

Lin Xun nodded without objecting.

When he went back, the Zombie King was walking in front of Lin Xun. Before he entered the door, he was parked under the eaves. Bean-sized raindrops were blowing up from time to time, and half of his clothes were already soaked.

Lin Xun put away the umbrella: "Why don't you go in?"

When he was talking, he pushed open the door, and quickly understood the purpose of the zombie king standing at the door—to suppress his killing intent.

"I can hear the sound of countless skirts being blown up." The zombie king looked worried.

The room was full of skirts, all of which were white, and some of them were wrapped in lace. Yan Jiayin just came out of the bathroom, her long hair was still dripping, and when she saw Lin Xun, she showed off: "Last time All the new orders I ordered will arrive this afternoon.”

The Zombie King followed Lin Xun into the room, but stood still at the door, his amber eyes were so pale that the pupils could hardly be seen: "If I kill him..."

The voice was very soft, but Yan Jiayin ran to take refuge behind Lin Xun immediately.

Lin Xun sighed, "It's better to put it away."

Yan Jiayin looked at the white skirt reluctantly, "Why do zombies have the same aesthetics as most humans?"

After staring at the overwhelming pure white for a long time, Lin Xun's eyes felt a little uncomfortable, and he shook his head: "It's beautiful, even people of different races can't appreciate it."

Between her life and her skirt, Yan Jiayin had no choice but to choose to save her life. After he finished packing, the Zombie King stepped into the room.

Soon, more intriguing questions arose, concerning room assignments for the night.The structure of Yan Jiayin's room is very simple. The only thing that can be used for sleeping is the sofa and bed. It stands to reason that there can be a floor berth, but when it comes to discussing who will make the floor berth, Lin Xun and Yan Jiayin are deadlocked here.

Yan Jiayin put on an attitude that she would rather die than surrender: "I want to sleep in bed."

Lin Xun let out a sneer, he really regarded himself as a little princess.

Yan Jiayin actually has no way to understand why Lin Xun has such obvious resistance to beating the floor. Of course, most of the reasons why the two are in a stalemate is that no one will seek death and let the zombie king play the floor.

"After all, why don't you want to lay the floor?"

He admits that he is a bit eccentric, not sleeping on pink sheets, and it is difficult to fall asleep smelling the aroma, but Lin Xun is different, he does not look like such a particular person.

Lin Xun answered his question calmly: "That would make me appear short."

The discussions between the two parties were fruitless, and in the end Lin Xun first asked the zombie king, "Where do you want to sleep?"

"On the rock."

Lin Xunfang remembered that the first time he saw the Zombie King, he was lying on a huge stalactite.

Zombie King said his requirements for the stone: "It must be damp and cold, not too bad in appearance, and not easy to be damaged..."

With few words, he actually said a lot of requirements, even the size and comfort have clear data requirements.

Lin Xun glanced at Yan Jiayin whose hair hadn't dried yet, thought of something, and led Zombie King into the bathroom.

Yan Jiayin stared at his back with horrified eyes, obviously thinking of some restricted-rated scenes.

But when he followed up out of curiosity, he saw that Lin Xun just pointed to the bathtub to the zombie king: "You sleep here."

The Zombie King stepped forward and touched the outer wall with his hand, a kind of coldness passed through his fingertips just right: "What is this?"

Lin Xun smiled and said, "Marble—smooth, anti-rust, insulating, comfortable to sleep and protected from lightning strikes."

Listening to his speech without any ambiguity, Yan Jiayin was still in a trance, as if he didn't expect the other party to lose his illness to such an extent, he licked his dry lips: "Are you crazy?"

Let the zombie king sleep in the bathtub. It’s okay for him to have no common sense of life now. If he knows in the future...

He trembled all over, not daring to think about the consequences.

The author has something to say: After a long time:

Zombie King: What do I want this bathtub for?

Lin Xun: Protecting against lightning strikes can overcome calamities.