evil!
No, it should be an evil half!
The moment he was born, he killed Taoist Master Zhu, who was closest to him.
The chilling aura madly spread out from his angle, and an endless area of murderous intent spread. Everyone knelt down, including the stunned players.
A question lingers in the players' minds.
How can you?!
Even if Zhang Yun was a person with a noble destiny, if something strange happened, he would logically become a ghost, because the requirements for success were very harsh, even if it was only half success!
Golden light is indeed a symbol of happiness!
On the newly appeared half-standing altar, He glanced at the crowd of people kneeling in the dark. Everyone He looked at prostrated themselves and trembled all over.
That cold gaze was full of resentment.
He hated those who had persecuted Him during His lifetime, who had beaten Him, abused Him, or even ignored Him.
In every life, He was treated the same way.
The players who were watching also felt Zhang Yun's resentment. Their faces changed drastically, and the kneeling crowd fell into a horrible silence. It was as if they were playing a death wheel. Whoever was pointed at would die in the next second.
Some people were trembling, some were crying, and some people fainted under the tremendous pressure. They looked ugly and regretful, but He in the center of the altar seemed to be unfazed by all the changes. His cold eyes pierced through everyone's body like a sharp blade. He looked at everyone, and his cold eyes seemed to freeze people into ice.
What exactly does New do
Are you thinking about how to die
Or do you plan to make everyone collapse first, and then torture them all to death
After a long while, everyone heard the golden figure speak for the first time. He asked word by word in a tone that made everyone's scalp tingle, "Where's Tangning?"
The moment the name was read out, the players felt a sense of magic.
What did Tangning do? Did she kill Zhang Yun's entire family
In Zhang Yun's eyes, the hatred level drawn by the NPCs in the entire ancient town was not as high as that of Tangning alone?!
Among these people, Lin Yun was probably the one who understood Zhang Yun's mood best.
He was also the one who was most shocked.
If Shao Mingxuan was really as he guessed, then a level B copy would appear in two halves, both halves were evil, and both had an obsession with Tang Ning that was difficult for ordinary people to imagine.
Half, it was Half from the B-level world. The strongest player known to the world would kneel down and beg for mercy when he met Half. Tangning could actually move the hearts of two people with her own strength?!
"Where's Tang Ning?" That voice resounded in everyone's mind. Every word was filled with a chilling meaning, as if it pierced through the skull and dug out the brain. Everyone who heard the question held their heads.
Amid the pure wails of pain, Chang Hanliang's voice stood out: "Temple!"
Everyone had their throats strangled by invisible hands, blocking any sound from coming out. In the vast night, no one made a sound.
The golden figure turned his head, stared at Chang Hanliang, and asked softly, "What?"
Chang Hanliang was so frightened that he spoke incoherently: "He can be in the temple! I don't know anything else, go ask Lin Yun!"
He looked straight at Lin Yun who was standing beside him.
Lin Yun knelt down, and he had originally intended to quietly hide away, but now Chang Hanliang had betrayed him. Lin Yun no longer faced Zhang Yun directly, and could only stiffly raise his head for a moment.
The golden light was hidden by Him, revealing the bloody and empty eye sockets. After all, he was still a newborn, and had not yet been able to create a flawless skin for himself like Shao Mingxuan had.
"Yes, he should be in the river temple now." Lin Yun said in a trembling voice.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the bloodstains on his face. His hand without nails was creepy.
Lin Yunnu didn't allow herself to show any fear or disgust.
Zhang Yun bit his finger without nails, as if trying to hold back something. Blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He spit out his finger and pointed at the kneeling people. His voice was as cold as ice: "You must build a temple for me, build a golden statue, and worship day and night, and then I will bless you!"
"yes!"
Tang Ning had a dream, but the Tang Ning in the dream did not realize that he was dreaming. He only knew that he was shivering in the heavy rain and the thunder was so loud that it made him feel panicky. Then, a group of people appeared on the opposite side of him, and a young man in a wheelchair was pushed over.
He vaguely remembered that the young master would be killed later, so he ran over to stop the other party. He might have been really drenched and his brain was frozen. All kinds of messed up thoughts flashed through his mind, such as "I planted the trees, I built the roads, please leave money if you want to pass by", and finally he uttered a few dry words.
The young master who was stopped by him kept laughing.
Tangning was in no rush and didn't pay much attention to the man's appearance. While waiting for him to push the young master's wheelchair away, he lowered his head to glance at the young master and suddenly realized that the man looked -
Looks exactly like Shao Mingxun!
Thunder flashed in the sky, Tang Ning's whole body trembled, and he woke up from the dream in an instant!
There was a turbid black in front of him, like the dark bottom of a river, with a little ripple occasionally emerging. There was a lingering strange fragrance, which smelled very good. Tang Ning was stunned for a while before he realized that the smell was the same one he had smelled in the bathroom, and the fragrance at this moment was stronger than ever before.
Where is it
Tang Ning moved, but found that his body was restrained by another force. He lowered his head and felt a scaly hand wrapped around his waist.
That hand is scary.
It is covered with pitch-black scales, and its nails are long and sharp, like a terrifying torture instrument that can take a person's life at any time.
Tang Ning surprisingly was not afraid.
He reached the hand that had appeared when he was drowning.
Although he was not afraid, Tang Ning was a little nervous at the time. He swallowed his saliva, but strangely, his current body seemed to be unable to feel the saliva. He seemed to have a body in another soul state. Tang Ning wanted to speak, but he was worried that he had entered a new state and that speaking would be a waste of his card skills.
Finally, Tangning carefully reached out her hand and touched the hand that was hugging him. Her soft fingertips fell on the sharp nails, and the cold touch was like touching ice.
Tangning hesitated for a moment. On the back of her scaly hand was written: "Who are you?"
The hand didn't move.
Tangning hesitated for a moment and then wrote, "Can you read?"
Once, Nacun, who was hugging him, let out a little muffled laugh.
A pleasant laugh that sounded strangely familiar to him.
Tang Ning knew that his question was a bit stupid. When he was thinking about how to remedy the situation, the body that was hugging him gradually became fuzzy, like ice melting into water, and would disappear after a while.
If the other person disappears, he will be left alone.
Tangning panicked and grabbed the man's hand. She quickly wrote on her palm, "I'm not leaving."
His hand was gently held by that hand. In the darkness, Tang Ning vaguely saw a handsome face. It seemed to be Shao Mingxuan's face. He was not wearing glasses and there were strange scales on his cheekbones.
As Tang Ning stared in astonishment, Shao Mingxuan kissed the back of his hand and smiled at him affectionately and tenderly.
"I'm going to take care of some things."
"Come back when you've solved it."
Tang Ning's hands were empty, and the figure completely disappeared into the darkness. Tang Ning stared blankly at the darkness, the rich fragrance enveloped him like a tide, and he soon felt sleepy again.
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Ning heard a burst of noise. It was like when you were sleeping soundly at home and someone suddenly knocked on the door. Tang Ning did not respond. He closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
In front of the river temple.
A group of people surrounded a young man who looked extraordinary. He had bright eyes, a handsome face and smooth skin. He strode into the temple. The players looked at his back with deep fear in their eyes.
Thousands of years ago, there was such a young man who walked into the river temple under the gaze of everyone.
The priest in the past and Zhang Yun today, separated by time and space, their figures overlapped in the magnificent temple that seemed to have never changed.
He walked closer to the tall statue sitting high on the niche step by step. Golden light emanated from His palms and enveloped the river statue.
Along with crisp cracking sounds, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the solid object.
Click.
A fragment fell from the statue and hit the top, then the second, and the third.
Just like peeling off layer after layer of petals to reveal the stamens inside, the figure in the image was exposed in the air.
Silver-white hair fell on the snow-white skin, each strand of hair exuded a soft and dreamy glow, and the long eyelashes quietly kissed the lower eyelid. All the colors on that face were light, which complemented his already exquisite and perfect facial features. The white hair and eyelashes further highlighted his pure and spotless temperament, which was several times more stunning than black hair. His shocking beauty shocked everyone speechless.
The outer shell of the statue peeled off piece by piece, and Tang Ning in the sleeping statue seemed to be bathing in the melted ice and snow. When the fish tail part of the statue also shattered, everyone let out exclamations from their throats.
Only a piece of silvery-white fish scales was exposed to the world.
The river sculpture in the ancient town has a slender fish tail, which gives people the impression of being full of explosiveness, as if a slight flick can create huge waves.
However, the silver fish tail that appeared in front of everyone gave people a completely different feeling. It was weak and delicate, and seemed to be worn out by the rough surface.
Another piece fell off like fragments, revealing a large area of silvery-white fish tail.
Every scale on the silver fish tail is perfect, and emitting a soft and bright light, like a fragile work of art placed under the shimmering lake.
How can there be such a beautiful and holy being...
When the last piece of the image fell, the beauty in the image finally slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of glass-colored eyes covered with a thin mist.
Those eyes seemed to possess a magic that could bewitch people's hearts. They were transparent and fragile, making people willing to sink into and fall for them.
Tangning looked at everyone in confusion.