A thick and lazy man's voice came from the door, with a rather impatient tone.
"Who disturbed my Qingxiu?"
When Fan Hemian heard the man claiming to be, he knew that he must have knocked on the right door, and suddenly his back shivered, and he pulled himself together and replied:
"Director Yan ordered Ren Niangniang to come over and serve the king..."
Her voice sounded tense, but it fit her image of a little maidservant trembling in front of a big monster. The Wutong King inside the door didn't doubt it, and just asked lazily: "Ms. Ren? The newcomer ?”
Fan Hemian hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes."
The voice inside the door fell silent for a moment.
Sister Fan's family didn't know if it was due to her nervous tension. She only felt her brows tightened slightly, the back of her head felt cold, and the goosebumps all over her body stood up uncontrollably, as if an invisible gaze was fixed on her face. After seeing her appearance, she moved away uninterestedly.
At this time, Fan Hemian heard Wutong God in the room lazily issuing an order:
"The one in white, take off the bamboo hat and take two steps forward."
— Sure enough, it was not my illusion!
- He 'looks' outside!
Cold sweat broke out on Fan Hemian's forehead.
She remembered the comprehension novels she had read before, such as "you can know the world's affairs when you are enveloped by spiritual thoughts", and so on. She always thought that this was just a literary creation, but now it seems that this Wutongshen does have a little sense of seeing things through walls. With supernatural powers, it's no wonder that he can rule the entire mansion with hundreds of monsters.
Fan Hemian turned to look at Ren Jianmo, and saw that the other party had already raised his hand to take off his hat and veil, walked two steps forward with a calm expression, and stood in front of the door.
The thorny gaze pierced through the door again and focused on Ren Jianmo's face.
This time the answer came quickly.
"Come in."
As soon as the man's voice fell, the door opened to the outside with a "shua".
Fan Hemian felt a gust of evil wind brushing against her sleeves, and in a blink of an eye, she picked up Ren Jianmo who was next to her, and dragged him into the room.
The door of the room closed with a "bang", without leaving even a gap for Fan Hemian, making it clear that she was asked to watch outside and not come in to get in the way.
The cold sweat on sister Fan's forehead flowed down her temples.
Although she has never even seen the true face of this "Five-Ability God", this insight that can penetrate walls, and the ability to easily blow a person away with the wind, is really different from what they have dealt with before. The little demon is completely different.
Fan Hemian was really afraid that Ren Jianmo would not be able to make Wutongshen drunk for a thousand years.
If that's the case, there will be big troubles.
Now the identity of the "ghost" is on Ren Jianmo, and there are less than ten minutes left, and now she is locked outside again, and she can't even find a chance to take the "ghost" over for him.
If Ren Jianmo can't bring down the final boss in the remaining time, then the consequence is that he will be out of the game because of the timeout, and the others can't expect to continue the plan, they can only rely on fighting each other to get the only one. Survivor quota...
…
Just as Fan Hemian was standing outside the door, very anxious, Ren Jianmo finally saw the true face of Wutongshen.
According to Yi Shigong's description in "Liao Zhai", the legendary Wutong God is a handsome and handsome man.
From what Ren Jianmo saw, if you only talk about facial features, the Wutong God is indeed white and beardless, with majestic features.
But obviously, the aesthetic standard of this "beautiful man" should be closer to the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
Because this fair-faced handsome man has a round face, broad shoulders and a hunched back, and the most terrible thing is that he has a very obvious beer belly that looks like he is seven or eight months pregnant.
At this time, Wutongshen was sitting on the couch, wearing only a gold thread embroidered single gown, the belt was not even fastened, when he turned around, the skirt slipped down along his belly, revealing the obscene trousers on his lower body, and , he has one and only one leg.
Ren Jianmo understood immediately.
"Liao Zhai. Wutong Pian" records that the five brothers of the Wutong God share the same name, and they are all especially beautiful. Naturally, the future daughter-in-law who gave birth to her would die badly. The male lead chopped off a leg with a sword, and finally reappeared in her original form and turned into a strange bird, only to escape by chance.
Come to think of it, this fat man with a white face and a big belly was the legendary "Half Tong" who had one leg cut off.
"Come, beauty, come to me."
The fat white-faced man waved at Ren Jianmo, and rolled up his sleeves, dragging him forward, flying across most of the room, and dragging him to the side of the bed, he stretched out his hand to pull the wrist of the beauty in white.
How could Ren Jianmo let this kind of monster take advantage of him.
With a flash of his figure, he only moved one step outward, and deftly avoided the entanglement of Wutongshen.
Beside the bed is a low table.
There are melon and fruit snacks, teapots and cups on the table. Although they are rich, the owner doesn't seem to have much interest in them, and he didn't even peel a grape to eat.
Under Wutong's burning gaze, Ren Jianmo, Shi Shiran came to the table, took out a small red mud-colored wine jar, and poured the Millennium Drunk into an empty cup.
"Boss Yan ordered me to bring good wine to honor the king."
He said, picked up the cup, turned around and smiled slightly at Wutongshen:
"I'll serve the king for a drink."
Wutongshen's bones were crisped by the beauty's sweet smile.
He said yes repeatedly, got up from the couch, hopped two steps on one foot, put one arm around Ren Jianmo's waist, and the other hand was about to cover his hand holding the wine glass, and leaned forward in the posture of the other party serving the wine drink wine.
However, at this moment, he smelled a particularly recognizable mince fragrance wafting out of the wine glass.
"this… "
Wutongshen's complexion changed suddenly, and he looked up to stare at the beauty who was a few centimeters taller than him.
The moment his eyes met Ren Jianmo's, he saw the color of the other's pupils, one brown and one black, suddenly changed.
The pair of pupils became very shallow, almost golden in color, and there seemed to be some inexplicable gleam flowing faintly in them.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Wutongshen faintly felt something was wrong, but he felt a stagnant, inescapable pressure, pressing on his body like a mountain, making him not only unable to move, unable to speak, even such subtle movements as turning his eyeballs were difficult. can't do it.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the beauty in white in front of him speak.
The sentence is very simple, only four words:
"Drink the wine."
These short four characters sounded like Huang Zhong Dalu to his ears, shaking not only his eardrums, but also his mind and soul.
Wutongshen couldn't think at all, and could only be like a puppet with strings, his hands controlled by invisible forces, tremblingly took the cup, slowly reached his lips, raised his head and stretched his neck, and there was a "gudong" swallowed.
The strong fragrance of mincemeat, accompanied by the taste of alcohol that even the gods can't resist, slipped from the throat to the stomach and intestines.
Wutongshen woke up from Ren Jianmo's supernatural control in a trance. Before he could turn his face, he was overwhelmed by the turbulent drunkenness. "Boom" fell to the ground, snoring loudly, and fell asleep neatly.
Ren Jianmo looked down at the fat white monster lying on his back at his feet, and his eyes gradually returned to their original color.
Then, as if his spine was suddenly pulled by an invisible hand, he lost his strength and sat on the ground, barely supported by his arms, and he didn't faint directly.
It was as if a steel needle was piercing his brain in Ren Jianmo's cranial cavity. The pain was excruciating, his vision was blurred, and his eyeballs seemed to be boiling, making his eye sockets sore.
All the blood had faded from his cheeks, his lips were gray and white, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat as if he had just been fished out of ice water, and he held his breath in his chest cavity, unable to spit out or swallow. go down.
In the end, Ren Jianmo felt a sweetness in his throat. He only had time to lift up his sleeves, and before he could cover his mouth, he vomited a big mouthful of blood, splashing his clothes and cuffs with specks of blood. There are also hints of golden red.
—Activating two abilities at the same time is still too reluctant...
Ren Jianmo was dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and his mouth was filled with a strong fishy smell, which made him almost vomit blood.
Now he seems to insist on running two latest versions of large-scale software on a low-end computer at the same time. Under the severe overload operation, he is not forced to shut down, and he has survived.
Ren Jianmo covered his swollen and uncomfortable chest, and gasped for breath for a long time before the flickering light and shadow in his vision gradually gathered, so that he could barely see what was in front of him clearly.
He turned his head and tried his best to focus on Wutongshen next to him.
Wutongshen was still in his thousand-year drunkenness, sleeping soundly, snoring heavily.
Ren Jianmo breathed a sigh of relief.
He waited for another minute, then stood up, took off the hair crown on the back of Wutongshen's head, pulled out the hairpin, and found that it was an exquisite key inlaid with jasper brave.
—Okay, the key to the warehouse door was found.
Then, Ren Jianmo flicked his left index finger, and a fifteen-centimeter-long dagger appeared in his palm...
…
Fan Hemian, who was going crazy waiting, finally looked forward to the time when the door opened.
Just seeing Ren Jianmo's appearance, she immediately shivered and opened her eyes wide.
This was the first time Fan Hemian saw this master who always seemed to be able to do his job with ease in such a mess.
The other party's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his clothes, cuffs and even the hem were stained with blood. He looked as if he had just experienced a life-and-death fight.
——However, she waited outside for a long time, and didn't even hear any movement!
"come in."
Ren Jianmo waved at her.
Fan Hemian walked into the room anxiously, and immediately saw a large pool of blood on the side of the couch, a group of red and black fluffy things were lying in the pool of blood.
She stepped forward quickly and saw the true appearance of the mass.
It was a giant bird with one foot, it looked like a crow the size of an eagle, but its head had been chopped off with a single knife.
Fan Hemian asked incredulously: "This... is Wutongshen?"
Ren Jianmo leaned back against the door panel, took a breath, and nodded.
Then he stretched out his right hand and showed the tattoo in his palm to Sister Fan: "The 'ghost' on my body is still there."
Fan Hemian understood what he meant.
Even though they had killed the most powerful BOSS in the whole house, they still couldn't stop the "hide and seek" game, which showed that the way to pass the level of this "world" was not as simple as killing Wutongshen.
"Okay, I know."
Fan Hemian stepped forward quickly and asked Ren Jianmo to transmit the "ghost" to himself, "I'm going to find Ji Xiaoniao and the others right now!"