[Slow Wear] Assassin System

who are you

Miao Xuan and Xiao System looked at the screen full of teeth and throats, and were speechless.

The creaking sound gradually sounded, making them more and more sure of their current situation.

Mingjing's vision will be attached to some object every time, this time it is probably attached to a fallen fruit or something else, so that it becomes the target of other creatures foraging.

This unknown creature chewed for a long time, perhaps because it found that it couldn't be chewed at all, so it could only give up and spit out the hard object in its mouth.

Miao Xuan only felt his field of vision twitch, and fell to the ground again.

This time, he finally saw clearly what was in front of him.

How should I put it, this is probably a humanoid creature.

It looks like a cub of the human race, and the gender cannot be distinguished, so let's call it "he".

This child is shriveled and thin, compared with those birds in the sky, his body is bloody and bloody, I don't know whether it is contaminated or his own, a pair of black eyes are like a cub abandoned by its mother, or it seems to be entangled to death by the umbilical cord ghost baby.

This shape... the system that reviewed the horror movies muttered: [It looks like crawling out of the womb of a female corpse. 】

Miao Xuan: ...

The system poked Brother Miao: [Brother Miao, is this human? 】

Miao Xuan carefully distinguished the young child in front of him: "Human beings...should be."

This little monster has human features and limbs, but his torso is really horrible and pitiful. If it is an ordinary human baby, it will only die if it is so thin.

At this moment, the little monster suddenly reached out and grabbed the object attached to the field of vision. From the perspective of Miao Xuan and the system, it seemed that he had grabbed the screen in his hand.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" The little monster opened its mouth wide to the screen and uttered a rough and weird monosyllable, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Miao Xuan was taken aback.

Why is he suddenly making such strange noises?Is it because of something?

The little monster's eyes were fixed on the screen, giving Miao Xuan the illusion that he was staring at him. He kept uttering meaningless syllables. After a long time without a response, the little monster suddenly turned red and opened his mouth again. a mouthful.

Miao Xuan felt a little helpless: "...This is really not food."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the little monster immediately stopped moving, and he took out a hard object from his mouth: "Ah! Ah——!!! Ah!"

For a while, Miao Xuan couldn't figure out what he was doing, but the system made a constructive guess: [Second

Brother, do you think he might have heard your voice? 】

The ghost crystal is not a tool for two-way communication. Only the person holding the ghost crystal has vision. Of course, the system knows this. He continued to ask: 【What if our vision is attached to another ghost crystal this time?There are ghost crystals on both sides, so the sound becomes conductive? 】

There is not only one Mingjing in the whole world, this guess is quite reliable.

So Miao Xuan made another tentative voice: "Where is this place? Who are you?"

The little monster, who was still howling, immediately quieted down the moment Miao Xuan asked, and he stared at the baby in his palm with his head down motionless.

After a long time, the little monster opened its mouth again, just when Miao Xuan thought he was about to howl again, the little monster suddenly squeezed his throat and said, "Who are you?"

After finishing the first sentence, the little monster seemed very satisfied. He squinted his eyes and said over and over again: "Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?..."

This little monster has no concept of "language" at all. He just repeats what he hears over and over again. Since his birth, only the howling of monsters has filled his ears.

Until this day, he picked up a hard black stone from the rotten soil—this thing could not be eaten, because his teeth could not chew it, and if he ate such a thing, he would die.

Just when the little monster spit out the stone and gave up, the stone suddenly made a beautiful and strange sound.

Language was originally a symbol of the enlightenment of living beings, and then it became the cornerstone of the thinking of intelligent creatures. For the little monster who has never been in contact with "language", this is a sound he has never heard, and it naturally has a rhythm. It sounds too good to be true.

So he struggled to make his own voice against the stone, eager to get a response, and after a long silence, he grabbed the stone and put it back in his mouth.

He must hear the voice anyway, or he would rather destroy the stone.

Finally, the little monster got his wish.

The black stone spoke again, and this time he grabbed "Who are you?"

After a few minutes.

Miao Xuan deeply felt that he should be regarded as a teaching point reading machine, which is the kind of basic functional electrical appliance that teaches children to speak.

Miao Xuan has never encountered a situation where his vision is attached to the ghost crystal, and the surrounding environment is really novel, so he does not change the input frequency of mental power, and stays on the little monster's stone.

The little monster seemed to like listening to people talking. He held the stone tightly in his palm and shook it from time to time. Miao Xuan had no choice but to say something casually, as if he was chatting with the system.

But this little monster was beyond Miao Xuan's expectations. He only had a few words with the system sand sculpture, but he learned everything.

Except for the initial "who are you", there are all kinds of messy sentences, from short sentences like "it makes sense" and "enough" to meaningless emotions, all of which have been learned by this little monster.

Maybe he couldn't understand the meaning, he could only memorize the syllables like a parrot, and express them one by one intact. Even if the little monster's voice is ugly, it is very rare to be able to do this.

Miao Xuan became even more curious about the race of the little monster.

He obviously didn't have much cultivation, he wasn't the incarnation of the monster race, but he could make a human voice, which showed that his throat structure was not much different from that of the human race.

However, the little monster was shriveled and thin like this, and he was not slow to run, and he didn't look like he had received the influence of civilization at all—but he wasn't a human race either.

Could it be a race similar to the human race?

After all, this world is extremely vast, and the source is quite a mythical creation, so it is hard to guarantee that there will not be a race similar to the human race.

Miao Xuan looked at the strange environment through Ming Jing, and became more and more curious about this area.

Maybe you can ask Xuanwu... Xuanwu must know.

Seeing the little monster holding onto the stone and not moving, Miao Xuan poked the system: All, how is the record going?Let's go first today.

System: [Okay, the recording is over, we can leave now. 】

After receiving the reminder, Miao Xuan happily went offline. He extracted his mental power and breath from the ghost crystal, kept them in his den, and then jumped off the stone wall.

"Mr. Gun! Are you there, Mr. Gun?" Miao Xuan ran across the lake full of words, trying not to bow his head, and finally stopped on a lake, "Mr. Gun, are you there?"

The water waves surged, a huge oval-shaped black shadow floated from the bottom of the lake, and the head of a giant tortoise appeared on the water surface, and the deep and old voice spread melodiously.

"Xuanfeng...what's the matter?"

Miao Xuan: "Mr. Gun, do you know where you can't see the sun, the sky is gray-blue, and the light comes from bottom to top?"

Xuanwu was stunned: "...Did you see this place from the crystal?"

Miao Xuan nodded: "Yes, I also saw a bird with the same skeleton, a tree with scarlet bark, and strange leaves on the tree. There seems to be a ghost crystal somewhere, and my vision is attached to the ghost crystal."

After hearing this, Xuan Wu said: "Since this is the case, then there is nothing wrong."

"Xuanfeng, what you see is not the lower realm on the surface, but the underground of the lower realm."

Miao Xuan was surprised: "Underground in the lower realm? Under our feet?"

Humans hide underground in the last days, but is there an underground layer in this world?No wonder the light source and the color of the sky are so weird...

"There have been gods and earth since ancient times, and the lower boundary between heaven and earth actually includes the above ground and the ground below. The sky and the earth are expanding, and when the ladder of heaven is broken, the abyss of the earth also disappears." Xuanwu said, "I didn't expect You will see the underground so quickly, so I haven’t told you about it... and the ground and underground in the lower realm are like you and your reflection in the lake, very similar.”

"But the creatures I saw were all very different." Miao Xuan asked, "So similar?"

Xuanwu smiled: "That's because the ground is filled with magic breath, and the living monsters that live on the magic breath are naturally different from the creatures based on aura."

Miao Xuan: "...monster? Devil's breath?"

Xuanwu: "The place you see, we call it the Demon Realm."

Miao Xuan was thoughtful: "I also saw a creature that looks very similar to a human race, but he is as tenacious as a monster race."

Xuanwu was stunned, and sighed in a low voice: "What you saw was a demon."

"God Wa asked the wishes of the human race before mending the sky, and half of them voluntarily donated their energy for their mother to mend the sky, while the other half refused. God Wa expelled those who did not want to from the human race, and they attached themselves to the earth, and have since become Demons."

"The demons have only followed to the ground. They still have half the extraordinary power of the original human race, and they are also favored by a little bit of heaven, but they can only use the demon's breath as the basis, and they will never see the sun again."

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The little monster shook the stone in his hand, but this time he didn't wait for the pleasant sound that came as expected.

"Who are you?" The little monster shouted at the stone, "Who are you? Who are you? Who are you!!!!"

Stone did not answer him, Stone was silent and cold.

The little monster repeated the syllables he had memorized, while shaking the stone in his hand more vigorously, but until his arm became limp, the stone did not reply him a single word.

A strange feeling poured into his limbs, this feeling was a bit like being hungry, some like being injured and bleeding, and some like being almost drowned... The little monster didn't like this feeling very much.

dislike it very much.

So he put the stone into his mouth, chewing and biting with all his strength, even when he was about to be killed last time, he didn't use such force.

I don't know how long it took, and with a few crisp sounds, the little monster opened its ugly mouth wide - scarlet blood flowed down his dirty skin, and pale bones fell to the ground.

The little monster broke its own teeth, but the stone was still so cold that there was no response.

It is very dangerous to be injured in this ghostly place, and unnecessary wounds are a dead end. What's more, fangs are the only weapon of the little monster. He doesn't know why he would do such a thing.

He didn't want to destroy the stone anymore, he just felt that he should do so.

The only thing he can rely on, the only thing he can barely praise, is his sharp teeth.

He wanted to, let that voice know that.

Under the gray-blue sky, iron-red trees grew on the rotten soil, and there was a stench everywhere. In this gray tone, a strange voice sounded.

It is like a piece of iron rubbing against a person's throat, and it is like flint hitting each other. It seems to be crying and laughing, and it is impossible to distinguish between men and women.

"Who are you? Who are you! Who are you! . . . Who are you—"