Chapter 48 Fu Kong
Painted skin.
A strange technique that is consistent with the painting style of the boundary time and space where this fragment was produced.
Wan Yi's only impressions of painted skins are the ghostly painted skins from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, and a certain movie in which the heroine is a fox demon who uses painted skins to seduce his sweetheart. The scene in the movie when the heroine shed her human skin had a strong impact on Wan Yi.
"Does this mean our scaring techniques can be increased?"
"Great!"
"But in the original movie, the heroine looked like a monster under her skin. We humans are still human after shedding our skin, so the impact is not that strong."
"Indeed, we are too handsome to be scared by our paintings."
"Well... although we are all ourselves, I still find this kind of narcissism a bit difficult to accept..."
"Just the fact that human skin can be taken off is scary enough. Don't worry about it! Use the main body quickly!"
The clones said quite excitedly.
Wan Yi said: "Since it comes from that world, the ones related to painted skin are probably those leather trap insects."
"Indeed, the only people in this world who know how to play with leather bags are bugs."
"Good to drive!"
"You'd better be talking about just bugs."
Ignore comments that make no sense.
Wan Yi has actually always been interested in making the skins of those bugs. After all, there seems to be no big restriction on how they can make skins, as long as it is an animal.
The messenger accidentally got into trouble, which is surprising.
However, Wan Yi did not use it immediately, but went to the theater.
As soon as they came up, they saw Red and the Demon Lord chatting while looking at the debris piled up into a hill in the open space of the theater.
"He's finally here." The Demon Lord looked at Wan Yida and said.
"I'm sorry to bother you with the ending this time." Wan Yi thanked the Demon Lord.
"It's a small thing. After all, you will always get tired of staying at home and sleeping every day. It's good to do some exercise occasionally. The ritual developed by the good man is really powerful. The two projection summons so far have been good." The demon lord waved his hands and smiled.
It was hard to imagine that the handsome man with a tough appearance and an easy-going tone in front of him was the terrifying being who ate five hundred sacrifices in the night and projected a part of his own body.
This is also thanks to the help of good people.
The sacrificial ritual was also developed after constant attempts by him in conjunction with Liang Rendao.
The first version of the design even had Wan Yi dancing with his clones, and the picture was very abstract. However, that version was very effective in pleasing the target of sacrifice, and the dignified devil almost died laughing in the theater.
Fortunately, Liang Rendao didn't make it too extreme, and it finally became what it is now after several revisions.
He looked at the debris piled in front of him.
"These are the fragments that I forcibly dug out after destroying the spaceship. At that time, Boundary seemed to be still trying to resist... I'm not sure because it felt a bit weak." The Demon Lord spread his hands.
Wan Yi began to check what these fragments were.
After taking a look, I found that I couldn't identify the shadows in these fragments in detail.
This is also the dilemma of most refugees. The only way to identify the fragments is to make vague inferences based on the shadows in the fragments. But if the things inside are too complicated, then it is obviously impossible to identify them clearly, and they can only find Wanbi people to confirm.
Wan Yi took a rough look at it, and considering the source of these fragments, it was not difficult to guess that these fragments should be related to the huge spaceship.
Some of them can be seen from the outline as the outline of the spaceship, probably belonging to the fragments of the spacecraft, while others are very complicated, and there are even some fragments that do not even have a specific image inside. Wan Yi feels that he has touched a blind spot in his own knowledge.
"Do you think Liang Rendao will know?" Wan Yi asked.
Rhett looked at the Demon Lord in puzzlement and obediently.
The Demon Lord said: "I'm not just practicing scientific methods to cultivate immortality. No matter how good I am, I won't reach this level."
Wan Yi nodded.
It's really a bit overwhelming.
Although he felt that it was not particularly unacceptable for Dao Gu Xianfeng to be dressed in a white robe and wear glasses while doing scientific research, but he still wanted to laugh when he thought of that scene.
"Keep it for now. I'll take a closer look after I've studied Wanbiren's situation, and then decide where to keep these fragments." Wan Yi said after rubbing the fragments in his hand.
After sweeping these fragments that may be valuable to the outside world into the corner of the theater, Wan Yi began to ask about Red's recent situation. Red had not had any changes recently, but sometimes he would come to the theater to watch when he was bored by himself. .
For him now, theater is probably his real second home.
Even though there might be no one there when he came up, he could still look through the stories of several seniors and learn about their past.
Sometimes you can get some inspiration from it.
He is currently reading the script of The Demon Lord and finds it very interesting.
After the three of them chatted for a while, Wan Yi and the Demon Lord said goodbye one after another.
Rhett planned to stay a while longer, so he picked up the black-covered script of the Demon Lord again and sat in the first row of the auditorium to read silently.
Gradually the only sound left in the theater was the sound of pages turning.
After a while, the side door of the theater was opened.
A very strange figure to Red stepped into the theater.
The other party was wearing thin, unremarkable and somewhat baggy gray clothing. It looked a bit shabby, with many hems torn and damaged, but what was revealed under the clothes was a body of solid muscles.
However, the other person's body shape was not strong enough to be called strong. He looked very lean, and his neat short black hair was slightly curled at the ends, swaying gently as he moved around.
But what struck Red most were his eyes.
His eyes were very large compared to his round face, and his pupils were silver-grey and very beautiful. With the change of light, it seemed as if there were snowflakes flying inside.
An unknown person in the play.
But according to Rhett's understanding, he could only be the person in the drama who was ranked before him, and his name was... Fu Kong.
The other person was expressionless and had a very strong aura of keeping away from strangers.
Rhett could feel the powerful energy bursting out from the other party.
With strong energy and blood, and the will to reach the extreme, in Rhett's world view, no such human being has ever been seen. Even the first group of righteous men who had been carefully trained by him were mediocre in front of this man.
"Newcomer?" The other party came to a stop in front of Rhett, and glanced at Rhett, giving Rhett a feeling of being penetrated, which was not very comfortable.
"Yes." Rhett nodded slightly.
"Good sword intent, but not pure. However, the gloomy blood can make up for some of the shortcomings in this aspect." The other party explained Red's situation in a few words.
Although, the indifferent tone and attitude are not very comfortable.
"I'm not good-tempered enough to be judged by an unrelated person when we first met." Rhett closed the script, his gentle temperament suddenly changed into a sharp state, and the blood in his eyes seemed a bit gloomy.
If any Vampire other than Azula saw Red in this state, they would immediately kneel down with trembling knees and beg for mercy.
The man in front of him only had his eyes brightened slightly: "It looks more pleasing to the eye this way."
Rhett frowned slightly: "I would like to apologize in advance if I have offended you in any way. I have no intention of causing unnecessary conflicts."
"No, you don't have any problem, it's just my problem." The other party said, "I'm here to see the Demon Lord."
"He just left."
"Then it seems we won't be able to wait for him for a while."
"What do you want from him?"
"challenge."
"Um?"
Rhett was puzzled.
challenge?
Is this word caused by the difference in concept of the person in front of me, or is it the literal meaning that Rhett understands?
According to Rhett's understanding, this should not be a "challenge", but a "discussion" and "asking for advice".
Although it was rude, even if the person in front of him was really strong, in Red's opinion there was still a big gap between him and the Demon Lord.
Calling it a challenge, Rhett couldn't see any chance of the other party winning. Hundreds of years of experience have given Rhett at least some perspective. If you want to take on a challenge, you should have some chance of winning.
"Do you have a bad relationship with the Demon Lord?" Reid expressed his feelings.
The man looked at him without any emotion: "It's hard to say, but I hate him."
"Why?"
"You don't need to know." The man looked at him and said, "You must have received his guidance."
Rhett nodded.
"That's fine, I'll use you instead."
"Please don't talk to yourself."
"You look very gentle, just to hide the beast in your blood." The other party said.
Rhett's eyes narrowed.
Obviously, when it comes to eyesight alone, the other party is not bad at all.
"Well, it seems that not all the people in the play are so easy to get along with." Rhett went to the bookshelf and put the script of The Demon Lord in place.
Then the two walked into the backstage of the theater together.
"Have you ever used your full strength in the theater?" Halfway through, the other party asked.
"No."
"That's just right, let me take this opportunity to tell you. In the theater, you can do whatever you want, because all of us are immortal here. Even if the body is shattered many times, we can stand up again in the blink of an eye. ." The man said.
Rhett listened but didn't reply.
But he really didn't understand this.
"Also, the backstage of the theater can change the scene according to our thoughts. Although the real area will not be as large as shown, it can also simulate some special terrain or environments."
As he spoke, the man flicked his fingers, the air flow fluctuated, and a tiny force of energy hit an inconspicuous lanyard from the air.
As the rope was pulled, the gloomy environment suddenly changed, turning into an empty street.
Rhett was surprised by this change and said, "Thanks for letting me know."
"You're welcome, I just want you not to be too restrained later, otherwise it will end very boringly."
The two stood some distance apart.
"My name is Fu Kong." The man seemed to remember to introduce himself.
"Red Fieldstone." Rhett also announced his name.
Then, he reached out and pierced his side directly, and pulled out a long red sword from his own flesh and blood. The handle was black, entangled with unknown thorns, and decorated with blood-colored gems.
As for Fu Kong, his feet were spread forward and backward, one hand was placed on his waist, and the other hand was raised forward, with the palm upward.
The next moment, both figures disappeared at the same time.