Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

This is the fourth time to feed Xuanyuan, each feeding is more than the first time, Qianwu can also clearly feel that the knife light in the crack in Xuanyuan's blood is getting more and more intense.

After he finished feeding, Jiang Chen casually cut a cut on his arm, and moved to the crack of the scabbard with a cold face.

Xuanyuan was indifferent.

"Drink." Jiang Chen glanced at it, "The vampire hit by the knife."

Xuanyuan remained aloof, the blood and saber light in the cracks gradually subsided, obviously satisfied.

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand, and said bitterly: "The things in these dungeons will only recognize you, and don't give any chance to other players."

Qianwu remembered the first time he was fed blood by mistake, but it was actually just a coincidence.If someone else fed Xuanyuan blood, Xuanyuan would probably only recognize that one person.

The sound of tea being poured came from inside the room, and Fuda scolded him for being thirsty.

Qianwu picked up the saber screen and pulled it out forcefully. This time, he pulled out more than half of the saber body, and he was only short of the last effort, and the saber king would be willing to unsheath him.

Footsteps approached the door, and they left the courtyard before Fuda came out.

The sun was full, and the townspeople went out for activities.Futian's commotion this morning became a new joke in Yijian Town, Qianwu and Jiang Chen were listening to people chewing their tongues all the way.

Jiang Chen listened all the way, and said in a low voice, "The townspeople have forged knives, and Futian has been in business. He has been of great help to this town. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be annoyed like this."

Qianwu looked at the gloating expressions of the people on the street, "I see that the town is a sword town, and only those who forge swords can be respected. Futian is the only person in the town who can't forge knives. Last time Wang Taigong said that he They came to town two months after their deaths?"

Jiang Chen hummed.

Qian Wu pondered and said, "Maybe he sneaked into the town a long time ago, and only came out after the matter subsided."

Jiang Chen saw the candy shop not far away, and casually took out the lucky bag to see what else could be exchanged, and said, "It's possible. He doesn't know how to forge knives, but he loves knives. Only He can recognize Xuanyuan and solicit business for the town and the outside world, which proves that he is very knowledgeable. Maybe he came here for the sword king in the first place."

The daily necessities in the lucky bag were all exchanged for ingredients in the past few days, Jiang Chen searched for a while, and finally found a balm for wiping hands.

Qianwu usually paints for more than ten hours at a time. In order to prevent the brush from rubbing his hands, he has to stop and apply a little hand cream from time to time, and it must be easy to absorb, otherwise the brush and painting will be stained.Jiang Chen saw this thing in Ah Jiu's dungeon, tried it casually, and it felt pretty good, so he went along with it.

"Take it and change it." Qianwu smiled, "I don't have time to draw in my nerves."

A box of balm was exchanged for two candies.Qian Wu walked back to the courtyard and just finished eating, Qu Ying, who came back first, was cooking, and the cauldron was placed in the courtyard.

"What to eat?" Qianwu asked.

Qu Ying sighed a little guiltily, "The cakes from Xiao Hechuan, I have some rice left at home to make porridge."

The pot is bare, not so much porridge as rice soup.

Qian Wu was planning to escape for breakfast, Jiang Chen poked him, and handed over the glutinous rice cake wrapped in lotus leaves.

The sugar cake was only bitten, and Jiang Chen said, "Sweet things that hurt your teeth are the only things you like to eat."

The sugar cake is very sweet, and the players sit together and drink porridge for breakfast.Qian Wu ate Jiang Chen's portion of sugar cake, and Jiang Chen drank his bowl of thin rice soup for him.

During the meal, everyone sat at the table to discuss clues. After Wang Bin heard what happened last night, he thought about it for a while, and suddenly asked, "When Yinmeng was disconnected, was it really a smooth incision like you said?"

Qianwu nodded, "Xuanyuan moved very quickly, and it took a few seconds after it flashed back before Yinmeng slipped off."

Wang Bin smacked his mouth, "Then, isn't this very similar to the death of the assassin's brother described by Wang Taigong?"

There was a sudden silence at the dinner table for a few seconds.

Qianwu felt trembling in his heart, he turned his head suddenly and looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, "It's really similar. When my brother died, there was a line of blood on the axis from his forehead to his chest. Everyone thought it was just a slash, but when they looked carefully, they found that it had been split open. Although people and knives can't compare , but it does sound like Xuanyuan's style."

Qu Ying's voice trembled, "But Xuanyuan is my brother's knife, why did he kill my brother after my brother's death? Could it be that my brother killed my brother?"

Peng Peng slammed his lips when he heard it: "If you infer this way, there is nothing wrong with Futian. At most, you can be regarded as a monster stealing a knife while taking advantage of the fire, but why does Xuanyuan think he is the master?"

There was a long silence at the dinner table.

Qianwu swallowed the last mouthful of the sweet glutinous rice snack slowly, folded the lotus leaf, lowered his eyes and said: "The assassin is blind, Futian sneaked in to find an opportunity to kill the assassin, deceived Xuanyuan that he knew who the murderer was, and asked Xuanyuan to use the sword soul to kill the assassin." Make a contract with him, and then blame the younger brother. Xuanyuan listened to the slander and killed the younger brother, and the three magic swords of the younger brother were lost. Both brothers died miserably, and the curse fell on this town."

A table of people stared at him blankly, Qianwu folded the lotus leaf into a small ball and put it on the table, sticking a grain of sugar-soaked glutinous rice to his fingertips, he put it in his mouth and ate it, lowering his eyes Smiled lightly, "All of the above are intuition."

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and then laughed, "The two points that I couldn't figure out before, why Futian could kill his younger brother without any disabilities, and why Xuanyuan was willing to recognize Futian, are all explained by this intuition."

Qu Ying's eyes were a little red, she stared at Qianwu blankly, "What should we do?"

"Futian probably only has a contract, but he doesn't know how to feed Xuanyuan, so Xuanyuan has always been at odds with him." Qianwu took a breath, and suddenly thought of the notes left by the assassin, "Maybe every magic knife has a unique feeding method, Xuanyuan wants to drink the master's blood. Tonight I will feed it one last time and use it to kill Futian."

Wang Bin said blankly: "No wonder you have so many injuries... You started feeding that knife with blood early in the morning? Since when?"

Qu Ying suddenly said, "Your face..."

"Huh?" Qian Wu raised his eyebrows and looked over, there was a mirror hanging on the pillar behind Qu Ying, reflecting his face.

"What happened to my face?" Qianwu asked.He didn't see any dirt on his face.

Qu Ying shook her head, lowered her head and supported her forehead in a trance, "It's okay, I haven't had a good rest."

After the meal, Zhong Liye came to treat Qianwu's wound, while Peng Peng walked up and down the room, muttering endlessly.

But Qianwu always felt uneasy in his heart, and asked: "Where is Qu Ying?"

"She..." Before Peng Peng finished speaking, Qu Ying appeared at the door.

Her face was a little pale and her expression was in a trance, "I have something to say."

"What's wrong?" Qianwu said softly.

She kept staring at him with dazed eyes, as if she was looking at something she couldn't believe.

Jiang Chen asked, "What happened to his face?"

"Brother." Qu Ying squeezed out these two words, pointed at Qianwu tremblingly, and said softly: "In my eyes, his appearance is always blurred, and sometimes when he turns his head, it is exactly my brother's face, but when he rubs his eyes, he can't see it." changed back."

Jiang Chen suddenly became serious, "Since when?"

"Just today, after you came back." Qu Ying seemed very scared, "It started at the dinner table, I thought it was my eyesight at first, but when Qianwu finally straightened out the clues, it was always my brother's face... I..."

Qianwu suddenly understood.

"From the moment you entered this dungeon, you felt like your brother, didn't you?"

Qu Ying nodded.

Jiang Chen said, "There have been similar situations before. For example, Qianwu and Liang Yushen are similar in appearance and Cyril in spirit. Maybe some dungeons are generated with sensitive and talented players as the blueprint. The assassin in this dungeon is modeled after your brother. from."

Qu Ying couldn't speak, she just sat on the stool and looked at the yard.

After a long time, she curled her lips into a smile, tears streaming down her cheeks, and said in a low voice, "If that's the case, this yard has his aura, and I don't want to leave."

"No." Qianwu's voice suddenly became cold.

He stood up and stared at Qu Ying, with complete calmness in his black eyes, "Nerves are vain, but you must be sober and not sink."

Qu Ying turned around, "But——"

"No but." Qianwu loosened the gauze wrapped just now with no expression on his face, "We're going as fast as we can."

Lunch was worse than breakfast, Qianwu was sick and had no appetite, and he felt so hungry that he lay on the bed.

He seemed to have a fever and fell asleep in a daze. He saw the back of a man in his dream.The man seemed to have just taken a shower, and his hair was still wet. He pushed open the door of an ancestral hall, and inside the door were three knives for drinking dream blood and sniffing vipers.He first walked over and cut his finger and shook it in front of Xuexiu. Xuexiu trembled contentedly after smelling the smell, then he stroked the viper and said a few words of love that made people blush, and finally lifted the quilt with Yinmeng in his arms fall asleep.

Qianwu realized in a trance that this was the way the three magic knives were fed back then.The current ancestral hall is the home of the younger brother.

He found the assassin's courtyard according to the memory in reality. A thin, blind man was standing in the courtyard.

There are countless long and short wounds on his arm, all left by feeding the knife.

Qian Wu tried hard to see his face clearly, and the moment he saw it, he found that he really looked a lot like Qu Ying, almost exactly the same as Qu Ying who met in the Gate of the Past.

The smell of food suddenly came, and the dream faded away, Qian Wu opened his eyes, Jiang Chen was laying out the bowls and chopsticks in the food box one by one.

Qian Wu was taken aback, "Where did you get the food?"

There is chicken, fish, and several desserts.

"I found Ah Jiu's jewelry in the lucky bag again, and I exchanged it. You have to feed the knife again later, and there will be no one who doesn't eat something good." Jiang Chen walked over and touched his cheek gently, "Are you dreaming again? Listen to the unsteady breathing."

Qian Wu hummed, sat up with his clothes on, and suddenly caught sight of Jiang Chen's shirt pocket from the corner of his eye.

There are always two pens pinned there, a pencil and a fountain pen.

The pen is gone.

Qian Wu shuddered, clutching his clothes, "Are you crazy? Exchange your pen for something to eat?"

Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "Just wait until you get out of your nerves and buy it casually, the pen is useless here."

Qianwu suddenly felt hot in his eye sockets, he lowered his head and buried it in his palm.

Jiang Chen was taken aback, "It's not like..."

He stretched out his hand to press Qianwu's shoulder in a little helplessness, "It's not a pen with a story, it's just that it took a long time."

"I know." Qianwu said.

Human emotions are very subtle things, but in an instant, he suddenly realized the greatest sense of delusion in his nerves.

I really want to get back to reality.

"Let's eat." He lifted the quilt and went to the ground, "After eating, prepare to pay."

Under the moonlight, Fuda just finished washing his feet, poured out the footwashing water and turned back to the house.

Before pushing open the door, he suddenly felt something strange in the yard, looked around but found nothing, subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife on his waist, and then settled down.

However, the moment the bedroom door was pushed open, he was still so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground.

Qianwu smiled: "Good evening."

"Okay..." Fuda patted his still-shocked chest, "How did you two get in?!"

Jiang Chen said, "I have something to ask you."

Qianwu stepped forward calmly, "A strange thing happened today. One of our girls said that my face has changed. I wonder if you feel this way?"

The frightened expression on Futian's face disappeared, and he froze in place, before saying for a long time: "What's the mess, you guys leave my house quickly!"

He held the handle of the knife while talking, Qianwu had a panoramic view of his movements, still calm, he slowly closed his eyes, and said softly: "What about this?"

There was silence in the room. He stood outside under the moonlight, closed his eyes and said softly, "If I were a blind person, would my eyes look familiar?"

As soon as the words fell, the handle of the knife held by Futian suddenly began to tremble violently.Futian turned pale with shock, and immediately held it down, but Xuanyuan shook more and more violently, and was about to get out of the sheath in an instant.

"What the hell are you going to do!" Futian was sweating profusely, he pressed his hands tightly on his waist, and cursed angrily, "The wood gallbladder is my knife! How can you drive it, get out! Get out of my house Get out!"

Qianwu was unmoved, he closed his eyes, and gradually got used to the darkness, but he vaguely felt that Futian's scolding sound was far away, and there seemed to be the crackling sound of the stove in his ears, and the clank of forging knives was pleasant to the ears.

He raised his hand and slowly removed the gauze, Xuanyuan struggled more violently, when the gauze slipped off, the room was suddenly quiet for a moment.

A subtle sound of the knife suppressed all the noises, and the next second, Xuanyuan appeared in front of Qianwu.The light of the knife was bright, his blood flowed down, just dripping onto the blade of the knife, the light of blood merged with the light of the knife, Xuanyuan, the sword king, finally woke up.

Something fell to the ground one after another.

After a few seconds, Fuda's scream pierced through the eardrum.Xuanyuan unsheathed his two hands and fell to the ground, and he rolled to the ground, crying continuously.

Qianwu heard himself sigh, and the words he said seemed uncontrollable, he didn't know if he was speaking or if a dead soul spoke through him.

"It's called Xuanyuan, not Mudan. It needs to drink the blood of its master to grow up. It recommends Xuanyuan with blood. Why don't you understand such a simple truth?"

After a soft murmur, the shining knife light flashed on Qianwu's eyelids, and he opened his eyes suddenly, the black eyes were brighter than the knife light.

Qianwu's consciousness was clearer than ever before, he smiled with a smile on his lips, drew the knife with his backhand, and slashed across the middle of Futian's forehead.

A slender line of blood, from head to chest.

Xuanyuan Swing was very light when it slashed down, it took people's lives in the most cruel and brutal way without showing any traces, like an assassin stalking in the dark, lifting weights lightly.

Qianwu put away the saber, looked at it with a smile and said in a low voice, "So that's how you feel when you use it."

The author has something to say: the little nerve sighs.

People with knives are the cutest.Floor, what do you say?

The floor said indifferently: I am just the floor, I can't see.