King's induction manual

The beautiful lady crawled out of the grave, stepped out of the grove gracefully, and wandered slowly in the cemetery.

This feeling is very strange. With the circulation of the essence of the king, the body of the baroness is constantly recovering, just like a scorched dead wood, under the nourishment of spring thunder and rain, gradually grows hair and grows immature new shoots.

With the continuous flow of Qi, those dead body tissues are slowly softening and tender, and the skin is gradually plump. The burnt part is like the black skin of a baked steamed bun. As it walks, it breaks and falls off in the air. The white and tender flesh of the mantou is exposed, and it seems that it is still steaming hot from the pan, and it looks full of appetite.

Jiang Chongli rubbed his hands, looking at the white steamed bun-like skin, he couldn't help but put it into his mouth, and took a bite.

Tsk, it hurts a bit.

The little raccoon boldly poked its head out, threw itself on his arm, clung to his fingers, and blew softly distressedly.

Those small eyes, like wearing a pair of black sunglasses, seem to be saying, no pain, no pain, I will blow it to you and it won't hurt.

Jiang Chongli scratched its little ears, warm and sour emotions welled up in his heart.

Is this the feeling of being loved after owning a little companion spirit? It's so good, it's really enviable.

He carefully stuffed the little raccoon back into his stomach, feeling that it was safely wrapped in the eggshell, and his mind was enveloped by a great sense of security and satisfaction.

It turns out that this is the completeness and peace of mind that a complete person and a complete soul can bring.

Although this feeling of perfect accommodation does not belong to him, it is just an illusion that he feels temporarily through the body of the baroness.

But even so, there was already a strong contrast, which made Jiang Chongli understand, what was the cause of the uneasiness and panic hidden deep in his heart in his previous self, and where did it come from.

He used to have a companion spirit, he can't remember when or how he lost it, but now he is not a complete person, his soul, his closest companion, is indeed lost.

An unspeakable loneliness hit my heart.

The little raccoon poked its head out anxiously, and the little white snake wrapped itself around his neck even tighter.

Jiang Chongli touched them and smiled slightly, but the smile only flashed by, and turned into indifference and fierceness in an instant.

He walked along the path next to the cemetery, and came to a dilapidated village and town. The village and town looked very depressed, and even the sun could not dispel the sense of decadence.

A tired farmer, sitting in front of a dilapidated house, repairing farm tools, his movements are slow and numb, with a hunched back, as if the heavy life on his back will crush him at any time.

Even when he heard footsteps, he didn't raise his head, as if he didn't even have the strength to be curious.

A gorgeous skirt like flowers came into view.

He stared blankly, watched, and watched for a long time before he seemed to realize what this familiar picture represented.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

The farmer threw away the farm tools in his hand, and made a rough and ugly cry like an old duck whose neck was strangled.

He scrambled and fled into the house, closing the door with a loud bang.

The glamorous lady tilted her head and looked at the door. With her keen hearing, she faintly heard the farmer leaning against the door and trembling, heard his muttering to himself, and the cold sweat dripping from his back. noodle.

The farmer seemed to be saying, witch.

Yes, he called her a witch.

Madam curled the corners of her bright red lips inexplicably, step by step, like a huge blooming flower, slowly walked into her village with an extremely beautiful and fierce aura.

This is her territory?

Such a dilapidated place, a territory worthy of her risking her life to support it with her own efforts.

However, the people in the territory, the indifferent and numb farmer, the life that survived because of her hard work, called her a witch.

Not the lord, not the lady, not even the lady.

Not even the most basic, polite title for a woman.

She is just a witch.

Walking through one house after another, meeting one after another of the citizens, these men and women who looked numb, dirty and extremely ignorant, had the same reaction when they saw her.

Screaming, as if seeing something dirty, he fled into the room, closed the door, and called out witches, witches, and even devils.

Jiang Chongli smiled, remembering the conversation he had with the baroness in the Scarlet Blood Castle.

The baroness said proudly, don't look at her like this, she is also a lord and has her own territory.

Therefore, like an old scalper, she is willing to use her soft female body to carry countless heavy loads, shuttle through the foggy forest full of death, and earn a little bit of hard-earned money to support all her leaders. civil.

From then on, Jiang Chongli was subconsciously dissatisfied. Could it be that her subjects were all dead, and she was asked to raise them alone.

Now it seems that he is really dead.

No, it's even worse than the dead. Even if the dead don't express their gratitude, at least they won't take advantage of you while staring at you with disgust and calling you a witch and a devil with a voice full of malice.

Jiang Chongli sneered.

While sneering, she crossed the town and walked towards the lord's castle that belonged to her on the hillside.

This castle, perhaps, is the only thing that can be called a landscape in the Barony, except for the cemetery.

It is said that it is a castle, but it looks more like a dilapidated ruin.Most of the castle has collapsed. In many places, only half of the walls are decorated with green weeds and vines, giving them a different aesthetic feeling.

As Jiang Chongli's possession time became longer and longer, the Baroness's brain seemed to be more active, faintly, he could feel something, and subconsciously knew something about her.

Based on these vague feelings, Jiang Chongli found her residence.It was just a very simple small room, the walls and floor were all made of cold stones, it wasn't even the master bedroom of the dilapidated castle, because the master bedroom had already collapsed.

Jiang Chongli sat down in front of the dressing table, looking at himself from the rusty mirror.

Snow-white skin, gorgeous red lips, raised head, cold eyes full of incomparable contempt for the world.

This is not the wretched and cautious baroness who seems to be pleasing someone all the time. This is a gorgeous corpse that has returned for revenge, possessed by the zombie king.

The little raccoon ran out, with two small paws, struggled to hold the water cup, and brought it to Jiang Chongli. It wanted to pour water again, but found that the pottery pot had been broken on the ground.

It was so distressed that it touched the sharp pieces with its little paws, but found that it couldn't put them back together and turned them back into a kettle. It couldn't help but sat on the ground in frustration, with its ears and tail drooping.

The little white snake breathed out, and a stream of clear spring fell into the cup. Jiang Chongli took a sip and smiled at the mirror, "If female ghosts take revenge, at this time, they should dress up in front of the mirror and paint themselves beautifully. Let the voyeurs see it and give them a heart attack."

It's a pity that when I opened the drawer, it was empty, without any cosmetics.

Jiang Chongli remembered that when he was in the red blood collar, Mrs. Mask gave a whole set of cosmetic bags. It seems that the baroness sold them all and didn't keep one or two for her own use.

"Fool." Jiang Chongli shook his head.

The little white snake tilted its head, and suddenly stretched its body straight, like a pen, then dipped the tip of its tail in water, flew up, and used clear water to carefully draw the eyebrows of the beautiful lady, one stroke, one stroke, the water spirit The spirit traces a curved arc.

Jiang Chongli straightened his hair again, pursed his red lips, and said to the mirror: "You are a girl, even if you die, you must die beautifully, those people burned you beyond recognition, you look ugly, you just can't be like them You must become more beautiful than before, and all those who dare to trample on you will be trampled into the ground."

At this time, a pair of queenly high heels may be more appropriate.

Jiang Chongli thought about it, but gave up. This task was too difficult. Without long-term practice, he might not be able to walk on high heels at all.

A stone was suddenly thrown through the open window, almost hitting his water glass.

The little raccoon was angry. Its family was so poor that they would not even leave them a piece of furniture that could still be used.

Jiang Chongli turned his head to look out the window, his eyes were as bright as fire.

Is it finally here? He has been waiting impatiently.

The beautiful lady stood up, her hands turned into sharp claws, and rushed towards the window.

Then, after seeing the person who hit him with the stone, Jiang Chongli subconsciously retracted his claws.

A few thin, yellow-faced children huddled under the window, and when they saw him, their dirty little faces shone with light.

"lady……"

"Ma'am, you are back!"

The children called him, with happy and anxious faces on their faces.

"Ma'am, please go, Mom and Dad, they have been called to a meeting again."

"They all went to the priest..."

"They...they're coming to catch you again Ma'am..."

Jiang Chongli raised his eyebrows, "Father? Is the priest very powerful?"

The children said anxiously: "It was this priest who encouraged the adults to burn you to death. Don't you remember, ma'am?"

Oh?

Jiang Chongli showed a playful smile.