Human dimension reduction

Once the sword was in hand, Qiao Zhou quickly backed away. The next second, his figure flickered for a moment, and then he returned to Vincent's appearance.

Although Lan Yin's life experience has been obtained, he does not have any important items belonging to Lan Yin on his body. The questioning lamp that he promised verbally is obviously not within the scope of the puppet's function. The only thing that can be related is the one he is wearing. Lan Yin's clothes, being able to poke Lan Yin's sword was already an unexpected joy, and Qiao Zhou had no intention of fighting.

Facts have proved that his choice is correct.

With her heart broken, Lan Yin stood blankly in the courtyard holding her wound, her pair of vertical pupils contracted into sharp lines, the cold and gorgeous pupils like shattered glass were occupied by rage, and a layer appeared on the smooth skin behind her ears. Thin black scales, scales like wings with bones, spread all the way to the neckline, and the short black hair grew wildly, and within a few breaths, it fell to the ankles like spring branches.

In the next second, a huge and thick snake tail replaced the feet, and rolled out from under Lan Yin's clothes. The snake tail, which was enough for one person to embrace, coiled gracefully into a circle. The black and deep scales were tightly fastened together, making a soft sound of gold and jade colliding, and the light refracted Underneath, the edges of the dark scales glow with light gold, deep purple and thin light that flows like jade.

...Human body with snake tail, living Fuxi?

These words popped up in Qiao Zhou's mind inappropriately.

Lan Yin's eyes were filled with chaos, as if he had lost his sanity. In his pupils, only the rage after being severely injured and the desire to vent the pain and destroy everything remained. The paved gravel road was paved, and the splashed gravel burst like bullets.

Qiao Zhou didn't intend to tangle with him.

For a moment, he suddenly felt very irritable and unhappy, the joy of exploring the rules of the game disappeared for a short time, and a small emotional black hole swallowed up those joys.

Qiao Zhou glanced at the beautiful snake, moved to the gate of the yard, raised his hand and took off the lamp hanging under the eaves.

The abundant and full power like running water roared into his body, and the whole world took on another appearance in front of him. The houses were scattered high and low, as if the TV screen with the wrong signal was flickering, burning down the paper house in the underworld. Paper figurines and paper horses lined up and walked across the street, sinking into the boundless mist.

Everywhere is the intersection of life and death, and the separation of yin and yang does not seem to exist in Lan Yin's eyes.

Can see life, but also see death.

A born mortician.

But it could also be because he was already dead.

Qiao Zhou didn't have time to think more, the tail of the snake that violently crushed everything within its reach had already set its sights on him, and threw its head at him, Qiao Zhou didn't realize that he was Lan Yin for a while, and Qiao Zhou couldn't dodge and was caught The snake tail was shot out from the waist, and when it hit the wall, it was wrapped around the waist and pulled back.

Qiao Zhou quickly figured out that using Lan Yin's normal form was not suitable for fighting this runaway limited Lan Yin. He resolutely flicked the questioning lamp to one side of the grass, and restored his appearance as a mad doctor. With all his strength, he rushed towards Lan Yin who was under the chaos.

Sand and rocks flew in the courtyard, one person and one snake beat the wind and water, the courtyard wall was split into several halves by the rapier and then crushed into fine powder by the snake's tail, all kinds of paper bundles placed in the courtyard were affected and all turned into fine paper Foam, as if an endless heavy snow fell out of thin air.

The mad doctor with long silver-gray hair moved around with a smile on his face. His slender and flexible body stepped on the snake tail and climbed up to the roof. The next second, he appeared behind the non-human body with a snake tail. His sword was like a snake letter, and his movement was like thunder, towards his vitals. To stab.

The tail of the snake blocked the deadly sword, and the edge of the sword picked up the paper foam, turning a swirling airflow, driving the paper snow to dance into a beautiful shape, and cut off half of Lan Yin's long hair that reached the ground.

The long black hair fluttered to the ground, and a few strands hung on the rapier. The crazy doctor shook his wrist and shook off the soft long hair. Without the slightest hesitation, he dodged and attacked again.

A white blizzard rolled up in the courtyard, the courtyard wall collapsed, and the Yin Yin lamp lost control of its owner and went out long ago. The monsters were attracted by the movement here, coming from all directions, and they were slapped flying by the tail of a snake like a goddess scattered flowers.

The fight lasted less than 10 minutes and ended with a scalpel hidden in Qiao Zhou's left hand.

He nailed the snake's tail to the ground with the long sword in his right hand, and then pierced Lan Yin's throat with a scalpel.

The chaotic and violent eyes of the snake slowly regained clarity. Lan Yin opened her mouth, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. The beautiful and graceful tail of the snake was covered with pitted sword wounds. It was nailed to the ground and trembled weakly, like shattered glass. His eyes were lowered, staring at the person in front of him who had given him the fatal blow, and he moved his lips.

Unfinished confetti fluttered all over the sky, one after another like a blizzard, covering hair in an instant, fine confetti sticking to Lan Yin's eyelashes, and being wet by steam from nowhere.

He was speechless, and looked at Qiao Zhou blankly, his eyes were as clear and innocent as a child's, with the wetness of grievance, for a moment, he looked as pure and shy as when he first met Qiao Zhou.

Qiao Zhou let go of his hand, and the scalpel pierced Lan Yin's throat, and a thin line of blood trickled into his collar. Qiao Zhou reached out and gently wiped it off for him, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the scarlet liquid stained Taking his hand, Lan Yin slowly pulled his hand down, interlocking his fingers cautiously through the interlocking fingers, Qiao Zhou obediently let him hold it, Lan Yin then smiled slightly, and while smiling, raised his hand. the other hand.

The alienated fine snake scales on his hands have not faded away, his fingers are cold and temperatureless, and his nails are sharp and slender, like the claws of a beast, which can cut the skin with a light touch.

Lan Yin also knew that his hands were as sharp as knives, so he moved his fingers slowly and lightly, touching Qiao Zhou's eyelashes, moving his lips, struggling to mobilize his vocal cords during the cutting of the blade, and made a hoarse and broken air sound :"Snow……"

For the first time, the snake's body temperature merged with the mad doctor's cold body temperature, and the two monsters, which should not have existed in the world long ago, held hands and stood in the boundless white snow.

——It can also be regarded as a lifetime of whiteheads.

Lan Yin narrowed his eyes and said to himself.

It's a pity that the person he likes is a heartless liar. I hope he will be so cold and arrogant for the rest of his life, and he doesn't understand love. It's better not to taste what he is like at this moment.

At the moment when her vision dimmed, Lan Yin tightly clenched Qiao Zhou's hand, her fingers trembling in panic, and murmured, "I'll give you everything I have...don't...forget me ..."

Qiao Zhou opened his arms to catch the fallen man, wiped off the blood on his face with his sleeves, lovingly and tenderly closed those glass-like eyes, and whispered softly against his ears: "Okay, I don't want I will forget you, and you will live with me forever."

The confetti scattered all over the yard, covering half of Lan Yin's body. The huge snake tail returned to its original shape after his death. Qiao Zhou cleaned up the messy house, carried Lan Yin's body into the bedroom and placed it In bed, covered with a quilt.

Ten minutes later, at the entrance of Liuzi Alley surrounded by mist, a figure came from far to near. He was carrying an exquisite and classic octagonal palace lantern. The lantern was lit with light blue candlelight. The hem of the plain gown was embroidered with dark red and light pink. The magnificent crabapple, with his footsteps, turned out a red mist, and in the halo of interlaced light and dark, revealed a solemn, elegant and fairy-like face.

The best mortician in Shanghai, Lan Yin, the ghost interrogator of Biyi, appeared on the chaotic streets.

The young and indifferent mortician held a lamp and walked through the streets like a pot of boiling water. The surrounding monsters ignored him and unconsciously avoided his course of action, as if there was a natural barrier around him.

After he walked a few steps, his eyes fell on a hut with a closed door.

The house is at the corner of the street, and a small shed was erected outside with oilcloth and bamboo poles. It should be a small stall selling breakfast, but at the moment the shed was trampled to pieces, and countless monsters were grabbing the walls and lying on the roof. Stretching its neck greedily, trying to get into the house.

There was obviously someone inside. I don't know how long he had been hiding, but seeing how dilapidated the house was, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to stop these monsters for longer.

Sure enough, when another cheongsam monster stepped on his companions and climbed up to the roof, the beams that were already precariously erected with two simple logs made a teeth-stinging creaking sound, and then under the desperate eyes of the people in the house, The whole roof crashed down!

The four walls were collapsed by the roof, and the monsters fell into the house like dumplings. Seeing the strange-shaped things crawling towards them on all fours, the three high school students who were huddled in the corner finally couldn't stand it anymore, The broom sticks used as weapons did not give them any sense of security. They closed their eyes instinctively and screamed in horror.

Scream—scream—

screaming—

tip--

Huh?

A boy with a youthful face finally found out that something seemed wrong. Did it take too long for these monsters to crawl over?

He tremblingly opened half of his eyes tentatively, and then opened his mouth in astonishment.

Those things that fell in like dumplings were turning around in the house, but they just bypassed the place where they were standing, crawling around like headless flies, as if they couldn't see them...

How is this going?

He didn't have time to think about the reason, he only knew that he didn't have to die now!Whatever the reason!At least he's alive!

The two classmates around him were still screaming with their eyes closed, and he gave an elbow to each of them, blushing, and motioned them to shut up and watch the situation.

The three of them stared dumbfounded at the unimaginable scene in front of them, and rubbed their eyes vigorously.

"No... What, what's going on here? They stopped chasing us? But just now they clearly..."

"They suddenly went blind? Stupid? Or did any of you awaken some kind of ability? The kind that can block the sense of existence?"

"What nonsense are you talking about... What are you doing so much, run away first!"

"How do you run? Where are you going? The streets are full of these things outside!"

"But don't they see us?"

The three of them were silent for a moment, and at this moment, a deliberately reminding cough sounded from behind them, and the high school students felt a chill go down their spines, their whole bodies went numb, they jumped up suddenly, and tremblingly held the brooms in their hands Stick towards the back: "Who?!"

The wall behind them had already collapsed in half because it was pressed by the roof. While trembling, they leaned against each other, and moved a few steps tremblingly to the side, looking out from the broken wall.

"God, god?!"

A boy murmured with his eyes straightened.

A high school boy of this age is full of messy things in his head. Standing still with a lantern on a street full of monsters, he has an extraordinary temperament, and he looks better than the male protagonists in Xianxia dramas. At first glance, he is not a mortal!

Coupled with the thrilling and legendary experience of the past few days, and the turning point of turning a corner, although there is no old man to teach the secrets, there is not a young fairy here!Maybe this is the beginning of the legendary protagonist's journey!

Those fears were thrown to the back of their minds, and they stood up, eyes bright.

The undertaker held the lamp and tilted his head slightly at them: "Aren't you coming out? I'm leaving."

Through his gesture, the three of them lowered their heads, only to find that they seemed to be surrounded by a very thin layer of mist. This mist emanated from the light blue light of the lantern and surrounded them. And it was this mist , let those monsters ignore them to the end.

Good guy, the god said he was going to leave, so why hesitate, in order to save his life, he had to keep up!

So the handsome mortician was followed by three timid high school students. They didn't dare to approach him due to the temperament of the mortician Gao Lingzhihua, and they were afraid that they would be caught by monsters if they were too far away from the lamp circle. Walking, following very hard, the most important thing is that they scratched their heads and wanted to talk to the savior, but they felt guilty and short of breath when the words came to their lips, and they were too embarrassed to ask.

... I don't know why I became so cowardly in front of him, as if saying one more word would offend the gods.

"Ahem, that, big, big brother? Uh... Lord Immortal?" A boy bravely tried to strike up a conversation, and the embalmer gave him a sideways glance.

The other party said briefly and calmly: "My name is Lan."

"Ah! Blue blue?"

"The orchid of the orchid."

"Oh oh oh! This surname seems to be rare hahahaha, it sounds very nice, that, Mr. Lan... What's going on? What's going on? They were fine at first, but suddenly they became perverted. Transformation is the same, and your lamp...what is the principle?"

The boy murmured a lot of words in one breath, wishing to ask all the questions, but after he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to be a little... impolite.

"Well, I didn't want to spy on information, I just asked casually, casually! If you don't want to answer, just pretend that I don't exist!" He tried hard to make amends.

The embalmer with the lamp looked around and chose a place to go forward. Since his back was facing them, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his tone was as calm as before: "It's okay. The plot is destroyed, they want to kill all the outsiders." Or restart the world, you have suffered a catastrophe."

He answered this sentence without answering the question about the lamp.

The high school students still had a lot of questions in their minds, but soon they lost the energy to continue asking. This Mr. Lan didn’t seem to mind saving more people. After discovering this fact, the passionate boys gradually became bolder. They yelled loudly together to search for survivors, and sometimes Mr. Lan would wait for them in place for a while, so they worked even harder to save people, and that magical lamp seemed to be conscious, no matter how many people came over, it would fade away. The mist from the blue halo can also perfectly enclose them in the middle.

But in fact... this high-cooling and kind-hearted Mr. Undertaker is just looking for a way to completely bring down this server.

The aborigines want to kill all outsiders and restart the world, but he refuses to let it. This kind of fragile linear plot is boring and thin, not interesting at all. Is there any need to continue?It's better to close down early.

As a kind-hearted game player, he is willing to contribute a little to this.