"Am I dreaming..."
The big-headed ghost was so scared that he sat down on the ground, looked up at Jianchou, and opened his mouth wide:
The little-headed ghost stood stiffly where he was, his hands and face still stained with black ash from the fire, with an expression that said "Did I see a ghost?", which was indescribably funny.
"Crackle, crackle..."
It is the sound of firewood burning and cracking in the stove.
"Gulp..."
It is the sound of bubbles constantly coming out of a boiling water tank.
There was no third sound in the entire shockingly simple kitchen, and the silence was so eerie.
The atmosphere seems to be even more awkward.
Jianchou was lying in a vat of boiling water, unable to move. His eyes looked at the two men's faces, which were very different from those of ordinary people, and the doubts in his heart grew a little heavier.
But this is not the time to discuss these things.
Seeing that the two of them were slow to answer her question, she thought she had said something wrong, so she lowered her voice and asked cautiously, "Um... are you all right?"
…
fine
fine?!
When the little-headed ghost heard these soft words, he felt as if the back of his head was about to be ripped off!
How can you call this okay?!
Wasn't the person they tied up in the water tank a seriously injured and dying guy, basically no different from a dead person? But now not only did he open his eyes, he was also talking to them as if nothing had happened!
Can this be any better?!
The little ghost's mind was in a mess. He felt that countless thoughts were rushing past him, and in the end, only one thought remained...
"Gulp..."
It is the sound of boiling water.
The little-headed ghost's gaze, almost dull, slowly moved to the surface of the water.
There was a blazing fire under the stove.
Deep red tongues of flame stretched out from the fire chamber, licking the bottom of the dark water tank and transferring the scorching heat to the entire tank of water.
The water surface was very lively.
Bubbles kept coming up from the bottom of the water tank, rising to the surface, and then bursting with a "pop" sound. Countless white mist-like hot air rose from the water surface.
The little-headed ghost felt that his three souls were somewhat unstable, and his seven spirits seemed to be about to leave his body.
This water...
It was obviously already boiled, but...
His gaze fell on Jianchou again.
This living person, who was picked up from forty-eight miles outside the gates of hell, was steaming from the rising water vapor, and his face was a little blurred.
However, the water vapor condensed and turned into water droplets, which slid down her cheeks, leaving behind streaks of blood that had not been wiped off, revealing her excessively white skin.
She stared at him without blinking, as if wondering why he took so long to answer.
Maybe there is a little hidden anxiety, but there is no anxiety, no discomfort, no pain...
That's a boiling water tank!
How is it possible that a living person could be boiled in boiling water and still show no reaction
The little-headed ghost felt like he couldn't breathe.
This feeling has never appeared since I died decades ago.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he stretched out his fingers tremblingly: "You, you, you... why are you..."
Stuttering and shaking all the time.
The little-headed ghost couldn't even speak clearly, but it was obvious that Chou had cleverly understood what he meant.
She showed an understanding expression and said sheepishly: "Well... I'm not easy to get cooked. But the water you boiled is quite suitable, the temperature is just right, and it's quite comfortable."
"… "
After a moment of silence, the little-headed ghost's heart was filled with a string of crazy ghost symbols: &%#￥***&&*&*%￥##!!!
The temperature is just right...
It’s suitable…
Very comfortable...
hehe!
Do you think you are here to take a hot spring bath?!
I almost fainted from anger!
The little ghost's short body was shaking constantly, and his chest kept rising and falling, as if it was about to explode at any moment.
This is obviously stimulated.
The big-headed ghost, who was always a step behind, finally reacted, and hurried forward to pull him up: "Are you okay?"
“Get out of the way!”
The little ghost was so angry that he even felt ashamed and angry. He immediately shook off the big ghost's hand and said angrily, "Nonsense, all nonsense! This firewood is the locust wood borrowed from the white-haired ghost. A living person hasn't been burned to ashes yet, so how can he not cook you?! I don't believe it!"
Well
Don't believe it
But the facts are right in front of us.
Jianchou frowned slightly and wondered: What's the point of you not believing it
Soon, this question was answered.
The little-headed ghost actually walked up, took a step with his short legs, jumped hard, jumped onto the stove, stood on the edge and reached into the water tank.
As he stretched out his hand, he muttered, "There must be something wrong with the water tank. It's not hot at all... Ahhh!"
Before he finished speaking, his hand had already reached into the water tank. However, just as the tip of a finger went in, the little-headed ghost screamed miserably and abruptly pulled his hand back.
Because his movement was too big, he lost his balance and fell backwards, falling to the ground with a thud.
Jianchou was stunned: I have seen simple people, but I have never seen someone so simple!
“It’s so hot…”
The little-headed ghost fell to the ground, but he seemed to be completely unconscious. He only stretched out his red, burned fingertips and wailed non-stop.
“Don’t, don’t move!”
When the big-headed ghost saw that his brother was in trouble, he immediately panicked and rushed over. He saw the injured finger of the small-headed ghost at a glance.
Fortunately, the little ghost felt the heat as soon as he put his finger in and immediately pulled it back, so although it looked burned and red, the injury was not serious.
The big-headed ghost quickly reached out and grabbed his finger, pressing it hard: "Wait, wait..."
The small-headed ghost was still wailing, but a layer of faint dark-black light had already emerged from the fingertips of the big-headed ghost, with a faint hint of green. As he pressed harder, the light sank into the small-headed ghost's fingertips and disappeared.
The next moment, the redness and swelling from the burn disappeared almost immediately.
"Huh?"
Jianchou was greatly surprised to see this.
She is a cultivator. Although she can no longer use spiritual power and spiritual stones, she still has eyesight.
But the light that came out of the big-headed ghost's hand just now had a strange aura, a little cold, but vaguely similar to spiritual energy.
At least, it should be something similar.
As for the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, Jianchou still didn't know their identities. He could only roughly see that their cultivation was not very high and they didn't have any special abilities, but he knew nothing else.
She didn't even know where she was now.
For a moment, Jianchou fell silent.
The big-headed ghost cured the small-headed ghost and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The little-headed ghost climbed up from the ground in a panic, feeling as if he had survived a calamity. He covered his fingers that had recovered, then raised his head and looked at Jianchou as if he were a monster.
Everything in the polar regions is no different from the human world.
Even though they are ghosts, they can taste all kinds of flavors and feel temperature.
So when he put his hand in just now, he immediately knew how horrible the temperature was in there.
But the woman in front of me was just sitting there so calmly
It's simply incomprehensible!
The little-headed ghost was panting, still a little scared.
His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about what to do now.
Seeing sorrow is nothing.
The body of the sixth level of "Human Device" is already so strong that it is unimaginable for ordinary people. Looking at the current situation of these two people, it is obvious that they can't do anything to her.
But she was unable to call upon her spiritual awareness and spiritual power, and she didn't know what the reason was.
Therefore, Jianchou was still a little afraid of these two strange people.
He glanced at the clothes he was still wearing, which were stained with blood.
Jianchou couldn't help but twitch his lips, and asked in a strange tone: "You cook people to eat, and you cook them alive without even washing them?"
The little-headed ghost didn't say anything, as if he hadn't come to his senses yet.
The big-headed ghost who had been silent beside her looked at her, seemed a little scared, and added blankly: "Everyone says that this is the best. Isn't it said that the cultivators of your Nineteen Continents have clean bodies and absorb the essence of heaven and earth, so their bodies and minds are clean?"
Um
It doesn't matter if I eat these alive, but Jianchou raised his brows slightly and keenly noticed the words used by the big-headed ghost: You are from the Nineteen Continents
Her eyes flashed, and she asked casually, "Isn't it the same here?"
"Yes, in our Extreme Domain, only powerful monks have physical bodies. You don't look particularly powerful, but you have a physical body, so you must be a living person outside..."
The big-headed ghost answered honestly.
Jianchou listened carefully, but he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. His heart skipped a beat and he said: Jiyu? !
The small-headed ghost suddenly realized something when he saw what the big-headed ghost was going to say. Without hesitation, he turned around and grabbed him: "Shut up!"
“A living person is here… huh?”
Before he could finish his words, he was scolded like that, and the big-headed ghost was a little dumbfounded.
"W-why?"
Why are you telling me to shut up for no reason
The big-headed ghost felt a little aggrieved.
The little ghost was so angry that he jumped up and down: "You idiot, you didn't even know that I was being tricked!"
"A, a set of words?"
The big-headed ghost was still in a daze and had no idea what the small-headed ghost was saying.
The little ghost was completely speechless and had no way to explain to this fool.
Whatever, everything will be fine as long as he doesn't say anything.
Thinking of this, the little ghost turned around and saw Chou, full of fear.
At this time, Jianchou also looked at the little-headed ghost with great interest.
There was actually nothing to hint at what she had just said, and it even sounded very ordinary. Even if the big-headed ghost said something, it could not change the fact that she was now a "prisoner".
Logically speaking, the little-headed ghost doesn't need to be so cautious.
But he still stopped the little-headed ghost who was still leaking information out, which means that he was a very cautious guy.
Cautious, shrewd, and completely different from sticking your hand in boiling water.
There was suddenly a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Even though his "tricky words" were exposed, Jianchou didn't feel embarrassed at all.
However, the little-headed ghost suddenly felt a strange pressure under Jianchou's gaze.
Judging from the questions just now, this female cultivator obviously knows nothing about the Extreme Region.
Even the little-headed ghost suspected that she didn't know how she got here.
Now they have been so bold as to pick up the person and bring him home, and are even planning to cook and eat him, so they have a grudge against each other.
In order to ensure that no unexpected events occur in the future, the little-headed ghost absolutely does not want Jianchou to know more information.
He made up his mind, and a bit of determination slowly emerged in his red eyes as he looked at Jianchou.
The little-headed ghost loosened his clenched teeth and opened his mouth to speak.
“Pah, pah.”
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was heard.
The three people in the room, whether it was the small-headed ghost who was about to speak, or Jianchou who was staring at the small-headed ghost while thinking about how to escape, or the big-headed ghost who was still thinking about what the "tricks" were, were all shocked!
Someone is coming!
The small-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost turned around almost at the same time and saw Chou the moment they heard the voice.
The small-headed ghost quickly said to the big-headed ghost, "You wait here. The Hunyuan formation is set up here. Logically, no one can find us or hear our voices. I'll go out and take a look."
"good."
The big-headed ghost nodded quickly and stood beside the stove.
He raised his head and glanced at Jianchou, his body still trembling a little, and he seemed a little scared.
At this time, the little ghost had walked cautiously to the door, and gently dug a gap in the wooden strip with his long nails, and took a look outside.
Just one look and his eyes widened in surprise.
"What is he doing here?"
"Who is it?"
The big-headed ghost was obviously very curious and couldn't help but ask.
However, the little ghost now obviously had no intention of paying attention to him, and did not answer. He simply lowered the horizontal bolt, opened a narrow gap that was only wide enough for one person to pass through, and walked out.
From beginning to end, Jianchou watched his movements.
Her eyes followed the crack in the door and immediately saw the dilapidated yard covered with weeds outside the closed hut, and...
In the distance, there is a dim sky that is completely different from the Nineteen Continents, and even further away, there are hideous black mountains.
The whole world was grey and filled with a chilly atmosphere.
The lines are rough, vigorous and heavy.
In just a moment of seeing it, Jianchou felt as if his heart was hit by a heavy hammer. It was an indescribable shock!
this…
Is it the polar region
“Squeak.”
The dilapidated wooden door closed again.
Jianchou's vision was once again locked back in this cramped little house.
She sat in the big water tank, frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, as if this was the only way to calm her suddenly surging emotions.
Looking away, Jianchou began to think about his current situation.
Unexpectedly, the moment her eyes left the wooden door, a sword appeared in the corner of her eye.
It was a sword that was leaning against the wooden door.
The scabbard was black and plain, without any excessive patterns or embellishments. Only the old and crude casting pattern on the hilt gave off a frightening feeling.
Like the tip of the iceberg...
The Human Emperor Sword!
At this moment, two small dark black and dark blue bags were casually hanging on the hilt.
Jianchou opened her eyes wide: one was her Qiankun bag, the other was her Lingshou bag...
The Human Emperor Sword is Xie Buchen's magic weapon, how come it appears here
The battle at the top of the Buddha's head in the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple ended in complete chaos. Xie Buchen was defeated, and the Human Emperor Sword was ownerless. It was very likely that it would be swept into the turbulence of space and fall into this world with him.
From the two bags hanging on the hilt, we can tell that this sword must have been "confiscated" from him by the Big-Head Ghost and the Small-Head Ghost at the same time.
Almost subconsciously, Jianchou couldn't help but look inward at his ancestral orifice, wanting to summon out the ghost axe.
Unexpectedly, the ancestral orifice was empty. No one knew whether the ghost axe had disappeared or was sleeping inside and not responding.
My heart suddenly sank.
“Patta, patta…”
There were still footsteps outside the door.
Then came a warm but hypocritical and deliberate greeting: "Hey, who is that? Lao Zhang, why are you here?"
"Judge Chu has ordered that these two volumes of Tianming Transcription be handed over to you two for processing."
Then, there was a very cold and rigid voice, which showed no intention of responding to the enthusiasm of the little-headed ghost.
Jianchou, who was in the room, was suddenly awakened from his thoughts and became suspicious.
This sound sounds...
Why does it sound familiar