While wandering in the empty area in between, the phone rang suddenly, and Garen took it out to take a look. It was Mike, the chatterbox he met when he came over on the road.
"Hey handsome, where are you? At school?"
"Yeah, I'm bored wandering around in school." Garen stopped, and while watching a senior girl who was doing a mock interview not far away, he was performing and practicing on his own, while replying a text message in a boring way.
"Sure enough, you are indeed a talented student. Do you want to come out for a drink? I have several high-quality girls here~~~"
"Drinking? Forget it, it's so boring." Garen came to school, and he has not had little contact with Mike. This guy is familiar with him. He texts or calls every once in a while, chatting a lot about what he did at school. Annoyed, he almost regarded Garen as his complaint bucket.
"Sister papers are boring? Have you joined any clubs? I heard that the music club in your school is also good."
"That's even more boring." Garen tilted his head and leaned against the wall of the library. Seeing the frustrated face of the senior who was practicing the interview, he picked up a notebook-like thing and looked it over carefully.
"Handsome guy, why are you bored with everything? This kind of life is not fun. You know Cory, the oriental girl last time, if she hadn't been helped by me last time, she was almost tricked into bed by another pervert, this time she came out specially Thank you" is gone, probably because someone snatched the phone and disconnected it.
"Please don't pay attention to what you said just now." Immediately a text message continued. "Corrie is pure, still pure, I promise!" The other side seemed to be in a hurry.
Garen smiled speechlessly, and he could imagine Mike being 'beaten' to death by his wife Gera.
"Do you want to go shopping together recently and go shopping in the city?" Garen thought for a while, and realized that he should also buy some clothes.
The weather in Nottington has a big temperature difference. Sometimes it’s still sunny and sunny in the 30s in the morning, and it becomes a few degrees low after a rain at noon. Although he is physically strong and doesn’t need to think about keeping warm, he agrees with the season You still need clothes, at least not too different.
In fact, Garen is still an oriental mind at heart, even though he has experienced life in the western world twice.
"Okay, we're renting a house and we're just going to buy some paper towels, a microwave oven, and a small freezer. How about next week? Michael Sealy's concert tickets are going to be sold next week, so I have to go buy them."
"OK."
After replying to the message, Garen waited for a while and put away his phone after not replying again.
Pass the senior who is still practicing, pass through the library area, and there is a winding clear river in front of you. It is about seven or eight meters wide and flows from left to right.
Fragments of golden sunlight faintly reflected on the surface of the river. A few old men and women were sitting by the river fishing quietly, listening to the radio.
There are green lawn slopes on both sides of the river, and in some places there are white stone benches and benches. You can see students sitting on the benches in the distance and reciting books.
Garen walked to the river, squatted down, put one hand into the river and stirred it gently.
There are a few aquatic plants growing by my hand, and they sway slightly with the stirring ripples, and a faint hot and humid air rushes towards me.
An old fisherman on the right squinted his eyes and glanced at Garen, then turned his head and continued to take a nap, half asleep and half awake, as if he was just waiting for the little fish to take the bait.
Garen squatted by the river, gently stirring the river with his left hand, attracting a few small silver fish to swim over and gently peck his fingers.
The moment the little silver fish touched his finger, the little fish froze all over, and suddenly his body straightened up. His originally nimble figure was completely frozen in an instant, and he sank to the bottom of the river strangely.
Garen narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw a black crab domineeringly crawling out of the rock crevices on the river bank, waving its pincers the size of nail clippers towards his fingers.
Strangely, just as the crab's pliers touched the fingers, it froze, and the same body fell to the bottom of the water.
Looking at this scene, Garen was slightly lost in thought.
As his killing hand entered the third floor, the horror of this secret martial art began to be gradually revealed.
Ordinary creatures, as long as the weaker ones are touched, their vitality will be sucked away. As for the slightly larger and stronger ones, they need to run the power line of Miwu.
Killing Hand is a very strange secret martial art. He doesn't have any special power energy, just like the six types of totem world, the special energy of the fusion power of life secret martial arts. The Killing Hand itself can only adjust the body's muscles, bioelectricity, neurohormones, etc., to produce countless light or dark forces like a spider's web, these forces form a complex and inexplicable pattern or figure, and finally a strange Produce a kind of gravity to life.
Magic hand.
Garen described his hands.
Recently, as the time of entering the third floor has gradually increased, his hands have begun to have an inexplicable magic power, a strange and beautiful charm, even if he looks at his hands carefully for a while, he will feel a little unconscious Captivated, unable to take your eyes off.
It's weird.
Garen glanced at his attribute bar.
'Garon Thomas.
Strength 2.8. Dexterity 2.7. Constitution 2.9. Intelligence 2.4. Potential 558%. Soul Limit 30.
Seed of Soul: Northern Halberd Soldier Cold Flame True Water Evil Art. '
'Violin Mastery: Second, Mastery Level. (a total of three levels)'
'Killing Hands: Tier Three: Bloody. (A total of four layers, which can be derived and evolved to a higher level)'
Read the description about the Black Sass Demon King again.
"Heisas, one of the forty-two demon kings of Guyinduo, has an indescribable killing talent. His eyes can annihilate souls as long as he touches them. It is said that his hands can bring everything back to death, whether it is living things or non-living things."
"His eyes and eyes can annihilate souls. His hands are said to be able to bring everything to death. This sentence means that the eyes and hands should be the foundation of this secret martial arts?" Gallon thought thoughtfully.
Now his hands have undergone a strange change, which made him unconsciously guess in this direction.
Look carefully at your hands.
The ten fingers are slender and well-proportioned, with no abrupt water chestnut marks at the joints, and the transition is very soft. The whole hands seem to be made of fine white jade nephrite, moist and lustrous, without a trace of blemish.
Hiss.!
Suddenly, the skin and palms of both hands began to sink in slowly, and two dimples of the same size appeared, as if the flesh of the palms were sinking in.
The depression is getting deeper and bigger, and in just a few seconds, the depression in the palm of the hand almost penetrates the back of the hand.
Wow.
The depression in the palm suddenly rotted out two holes, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the palm where you could see the water below.
However, Garen felt no pain in the palms of his hands.
He was slightly startled, and before he had time to react, he saw his hands change again.
Countless white spots slowly appeared on the back of the hand, the kind of white spots similar to age spots. Its skin begins to rapidly wrinkle, lose water, and age.
The nails began to turn slightly black, and the skin between the fingers even began to rot, with tiny holes appearing, and dense white bones could be vaguely seen inside.
A viscous sound like stirring mud came out faintly.
Pieces of rotten flesh fell from Garen's hands and fell into the water below, making a splashing sound.
beep beep
A crisp text message rang.
In a trance, Garen came back to his senses, his eyes blurred, his hands were still as perfect as before, and the rot just now seemed to be just a hallucination.
After moving his hands, he suppressed the doubts and astonishment in his heart, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, it was a service recommendation text message sent by the mobile phone operating company.
Putting away the phone, Garen checked his hands again, no damage.
"These hands seem a little dangerous." He became vigilant, even his own mind was almost aroused by his hands, let alone ordinary people. The most important thing is that this weird magical power seems to be unable to restrain at all, which is a characteristic of the hands themselves.
He vaguely felt that the principle of the Slaughtering Hand seemed to be to continuously dilute and reduce the vitality of the hands, or take them away directly, forming a void of vitality in the world, or a vacuum.
In this way, the vitality around the palm will naturally flow towards the extremely low-density space. It's as if the air in a place is continuously drawn away. After the space in this place is close to a vacuum, when needed, you only need to open a small hole to hear the sound of air flow. That is, the outside air is naturally squeezed into the restricted area to fill this space.
When the same substance is in the same environment, the area with high density will naturally diffuse and balance the area with low density, and finally achieve a chaotic mixed uniform state.
Garen realized something in his heart, this is the simplest principle of diffusion.
It's just that he doesn't know how the killing hand forms a thin zone of vitality. But from this point of view, as long as he continues to practice magic skills, these hands will become closer and closer to the real vitality vacuum.
"Maybe we need to find something to cover it up." Garen put his hands in his trouser pockets so that no one else could see them.
Standing up, he walked slowly to the left along the river bank.
After walking for a while, he went to the lawn and strolled in a row of small roadside shops. When he came out, he had an extra pair of black gloves on his hands, wrapping his hands tightly. Even the wrist to most of the forearm were completely covered by black silk gloves.
I found the gloves from a cosplay store, and they have mysterious dark gold lines on them. I don't know what kind of character equipment they are imitated, but they look really cool.
Garen put on his gloves and hid his hands under his white long sleeves, making him inconspicuous.
I looked at the time, and before I knew it, I had been wandering around for more than two hours, and it was almost four o'clock now.
He simply turned around and walked towards the club activity venue of the Fighting Club.
I remember that there is an oriental restaurant over there, and the menu outside is full of various dishes from the orient, so I just went to try it.
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(end of this chapter)