The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 110 Painted Skin
It's getting late.

After returning to the inn, Mo Rang prevaricated Lu Zhao and Liu Yun's inquiries, and closed the door to rest on the pretext of being too tired.

The moment he closed the door, his eyes were red and he glanced around excitedly.

Finally, he took out a piece of leather from the space, sat back at the table, and intermittently took out a lot of materials and a pen from the space.

Mo Rang lifted the skin and looked at it under the deserted moonlight.

The piece of skin was about the size of a human face, translucent and white, and as thin as a cicada's wing.It was just a piece of thick and turbid pigskin, but after being processed, it became what it is now, which is rare in the world.

This small piece of skin took Mo Rang nearly half a month.

During this period, he lost an unknown amount of materials and failed hundreds of times before he got this small piece of successful product.

And this small piece is only the first step in painting the skin.

A long way to go.

"When I make it, this thing will be truly miraculous. You can completely change your face just by wearing it on your face."

Before he met Liu Yun, he tried many times, and finally made a defective product, only the size of a palm, which was changed into a scar, and finally stuck to Ying Qingqing's face. Even if Liu Yun took care of her and washed her face on weekdays, the scar would be gone. It never fell off, unless he used ghost energy, otherwise, no one could take off that scar painting skin.

He placed the piece of skin as thin as a cicada's wings on the table, and began to cast a spell on the material beside it. In an instant, the indigo and vermilion paint began to flow, becoming as thick as blood.

"Once this skill of painting skin is well practiced, I won't need to use twin worlds anymore."

After all, that was what made him happiest.

The Dual Life skill is very useful, but it is too unrestrained. After using it for half a month, he has reached his psychological limit.

"call--"

He is calm.A trace of ghost energy mobilized from the heart, passed through the nodes of his arm, and condensed on the brush in his hand.

"Ghosts must have a face when they walk in the world, so they peel off their cold bones and paint their skin..."

On the plain white skin, the contours of the facial features became more and more obvious.

The cold fragrance invites the moon, and the jasper falls on the silk curtain.Surrounding the green with a charming face, holding a lantern to draw a beautiful face...

He chanted softly, and he didn't know how long it had passed, until the last drop of pearl red fell.

The human skin was finally drawn.

"You're done!"

He was sweating profusely, and picked up the piece of human skin with satisfaction.

Under the eyes of ghosts and gods, this painting is still a bit rough, but considering his proficiency, Mo Rang didn't care too much.

Under the special paint, it seems that the faint flow of spells can be seen.

He knew that although the painted skin looked like a flat surface at this moment, it would fit perfectly when it was applied to his face.

He put the painted skin on his face, and saw that it landed like a cicada, and there was no gap between it and the face. Even Mo Rang himself did not feel the slightest discomfort.

He strode to the bronze mirror on the side, and could vaguely see an upright face, with a little vicissitudes of life and no features, which would not be visible in a crowd of people.

Immediately feel satisfied.

"With this thing, I have an extra identity. I have to make another one for Qingqing. It's not good for a girl to wear a scar every day."

He took off the painting, put away the painting and the materials on the table, and stood up again.

"Since you want to shape me into a monster so much, then I will satisfy you. Become Qian Song's strange talk!"

As if amused by his own thoughts, he snorted softly, as happy as tax evasion.

It was already dark at this time, and the moonlight entered the house.

Taizhou City was sleeping peacefully, looking out from the window, only a few sporadic lights could be seen.

If he didn't do something, wouldn't he be sorry for the late night.

He listened attentively, his five senses were sharp, and after confirming that Lu Zhao and Liu Yun were resting in the room, he jumped straight out of the window like a lifeless ghost.

Fall silent.

Late at night, Taizhou City.

Mo Rang manipulated the ghost energy to run quickly in Taizhou City, without even making a sound while walking.

He is looking for someone.

What I was looking for was the old man with white beard who was storytelling in Tongfulou during the day.

Long before the fight with Zhou Liang, he had seen the meaning of the old man's running around, and quickly put a mark on the old man, using the most famous chasing soul mark in the underworld.

The soul-chasing mark, called soul-chasing, actually tracks the body of the person who has been marked.

The body doesn't need to be used, but the soul can't stop.

This mark is easy to use, and it is considered easy among the spells he has learned in the past half month.

All you need to do is condense the ghost energy on your fingertips, draw a rune, and then hit it hard, the recipient will only feel a burst of cold air.

——At this time, he was already being watched by evil spirits.

Since then, it is hard to escape.

【Fear makes you grow, the pain of death imprints in your bone marrow】

【You are insidious and cunning. You have all the good qualities to be an evil spirit. 】

[Increased favorability with Hell by 300]

"You are really generous now."

Don't be surprised.

【You feel that hell gave too much favor, so hell took back 100】

"..."

Can't afford it, really can't afford it.

Mo Rang stopped talking and followed the clues of the soul-chasing seal.

In sight, the roof of a dilapidated small building not far away is looming.

……

Old building at night.

Nightmares are like entangled snakes.

Song Fusheng didn't sleep well.

In the dream, he fell from the cliff and broke a pair of good legs abruptly.

When I woke up, I saw the cold eyes of the master and the painful eyes of the younger brother.

He knew that his life was over
It's all over.

"what--"

Song Fusheng exclaimed and woke up from the nightmare.

When he was half-conscious, he felt a stabbing pain on his neck.

——as if the tip of a knife was pressed against his neck, cold air pierced into his heart.

He wakes up instantly!
Opening his eyes, he saw a slender and bright knife touching his neck at the first sight. Under the bright moonlight, the knife looked even colder. A piece of cold iron found from the extreme north was forged into a magic weapon. Naturally cold to the bone!
As a know-it-all in Taizhou, he naturally knew that the name of this magic weapon was Jackdaw. He had been with the West Wind Swordsman for more than ten years, and had beheaded hundreds if not thousands of people.

He was so upset that his back next to the mattress was wet and sticky to the bed.

Realize upward. My life is over!

It was a young man standing beside his bed silently, looking at him silently.

He is also on the wanted list!

That killing god who killed Xie Yugong all over! !

Along the way, like the birth of a demon king, the bloodbathed villa in Yunzhou was sunny on ten days!After the massacre, the West Wind Swordsman seized the sword!In Xie Yu Palace, he killed Gui Yuanzong's guests in front of the palace lord, and even set a fire in Xie Yu Palace without any scruples!

The arrest warrant has been posted from Yunzhou to Jinzhou, and even in the wilderness, people have heard of this person's vicious name, Taizhou City, his name can stop children from crying at night——

He didn't expect that this person would be so bold as to get into his room and hold a knife to his neck.
"Master, spare your life!"

　Mo Rang has a lot of scapegoats on her back.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)