Fist of Imagination

"Am I happy... Which station are you from?"

The corpse's mouth was full of mud, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he sprayed the microphone that Liang De held out to him into a dark chocolate cone.

Liang De waited for him to spit out the mud, threw away the contaminated microphone, and took out another one from his arms and handed it over.

"Brother, I'm not from any station, I'm just a self-media."

"I don't accept interviews from self-media!"

The corpse put his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest and belly, pointed his double chin at the microphone, and made a harsh criticism.

"What a mess, you self-media can just make up the news yourself, anyway, you have to make it up, why do you still need to interview, can't you be more direct?"

"You don't look like a reporter from a serious unit at first glance, how can you be decent, huh?

"I was sleeping well in the sewer, and you dragged me up without saying a word, asking such stupid questions that even a stupid person can't ask.

"Am I happy? What does my happiness have to do with you? Why should I tell you.

"And did I let you interview? Did I agree to your interview?

"You take my precious life at will, without any respect for people. What's wrong? The dead don't need to sleep? The dead's time is not time?"

"Brother, brother, I was wrong."

Liang De saw that the corpse was getting more and more excited, and he was outputting while walking, and every sentence was accompanied by splash damage. He quickly pushed out a barrier of internal energy to block him and his mud at a safe distance.

"That, brother corpse, no, what's your name, big brother?"

The old brother of the corpse looked him up and down, "You look quite old, but not as good as me, call me brother Wang!"

"Brother Wang, nice to meet you."

Liang De took out a right hand from the sea of ​​illusions, grabbed his right elbow with his right hand, and shook hands with brother Wang in a two-stage relay, completing his first close contact with the extraordinary creatures in this world.

Previously, Liang De used the warrior's spiritual sense to scan the sky and the ground, and the person with the strongest negative energy in the whole street was the one in front of him.

His negative energy is so strong that even the rats and cockroaches in the sewer can't stand it. If you want to find out "the worst in this street", you have to interview him.

However, the preservation of the brain of this rotten corpse brother seems to be not ideal, the spirit is turbid, and the consciousness fluctuations are also chaotic.

If the consciousness fluctuations of a normal person are a regular curve, then his consciousness fluctuations may be the K-line of A-shares.

So, although Brother Wang... uh, this corpse looks extroverted and straightforward, he is essentially a cheerful psychopath. It is difficult to say whether it is possible to communicate with him effectively.

... Anyway, let's chat first, just as making friends.

Liang De threw away the right hand he had shaken and said seriously:

"Brother Wang, let's not talk in secret. In fact, behind this interview, the survival of the entire Blue Star is related.

"On the surface, I am an ordinary reporter..."

"Don't flatter yourself. Are you a reporter? You are just a self-media. "

"Brother Wang, this is not the point. The point is that Blue Star will be destroyed in the next few days, and I am the doomsday reminder assistant from the oldest Blue Star. In other words, I am a hero from another world! "

Liang De raised his left thumb and pressed it against his chest, and at the same time stirred the air with the Golden Snake Resonance Method, causing a strong wind in the sewer, creating a tense atmosphere of impending storm.

He shook his bald head, found the rhythm, twisted his hips twice, picked up the microphone and shouted:

"Blue Star is going to be destroyed, everyone is dead, day and night, I keep traveling, meeting you in this world, just to save everything!"

"..."

After the song, the rotten corpse Wang was silent like a dead man.

"Old Liang, don't you feel embarrassed? Can you speak normally!"

Li Zhixian raised her head and tried to control her expression that was heading towards collapse. Because the difficulty was too high, her fists were clenched tighter and tighter.

Liang De had an unfathomable expression on his face, and typed a reply:

"Hehe, the most serious consequence of embarrassment is nothing more than social death. I don't have any social connections here, so what's there to be afraid of.

"Looking at your and Lao Wang's expressions, I have successfully delivered my message from the most ancient blue star in an impressive way.

"The blue star in this world witnessed what happened just now and must have remembered it deeply. When it and the other world blue star gossip about me, my goal will be achieved."

Li Zhixian: "Then have you ever thought that the most ancient blue star thinks you are too embarrassing and expel you from the star."

"Brother Xian, wait a minute, Lao Wang is going to run away."

Liang De caught up with the corpse Lao Wang who turned around and ran away, and ran shoulder to shoulder with him in the wide sewer.

"Brother Wang, don't go, the interview is not over yet, and the blue star is still waiting for us to save it, Brother Wang, stop for a while."

The corpse Lao Wang ran faster, "Do you think I will believe your nonsense, the hero of the other world? You still speak with a Nancheng accent, heavier than me, ghosts will believe you! "

Liang De trotted after him, "I downloaded and installed the local language pack. Saving the world, if you can't even solve the language problem, what's the point of that?"

Rotten Corpse Old Wang waved his arms wildly, "Just make it up. You must have some ulterior motives towards me. Humph, I will never be fooled. Go and scam other people!"

Liang De followed Old Wang like a shadow, and made progress together with Old Wang.

"Brother Wang, give me some face. It's useless to interview other people. I can't choose the first person on this street without you!"

"You want to choose the happiest person on this street? Find me?!"

"No, I want to choose the most miserable person on this street."

Rotten Corpse Old Wang was so angry when he heard this that he braked suddenly and stopped.

Due to inertia, Lao Wang lost a lot of facial skin care mud, revealing his relatively complete facial features and angry expression.

"What did you say, the worst in this street, come to me?!"

"Yes." Liang De nodded.

"You have no brain groove! Everyone says I am abnormal, but I think you are abnormal."

Lao Wang waved his arms with distinct joints and clearly visible, and said loudly:

"It is undeniable that I have encountered some problems in my life. My appearance and temperament are not as good as before, but if you say I am the worst in this street, I can only say that your stereotype of us ghouls is too serious.

"Look at this sewer, the usable area is several thousand square meters, I live alone, and there are special personnel to clean it every day, so I don't have to worry about it.

"I don't need to eat or wear anything. I don't have parents or children to support. I can sleep and play whenever I want. I'm much happier than those office workers who go out at 6 or 7 and come home after 9. Their wages disappear as soon as they are received, and they pay the minimum monthly credit card bills."

"Brother Wang, what you said makes sense. Who do you think is the most miserable and angry person on this street and wants to destroy the world the most?"

Liang De asked sincerely.

...

At the other end of the sewer, two figures wearing apricot yellow Taoist clothes and sneakers were panting and put a Bagua altar welded with a manhole cover and scrap steel bars on the ground.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties wiped his sweat, opened the memo on his flip phone, and after carefully confirming the ritual, he said to his apprentice:

"That evil corpse is getting more and more fierce and cannot be defeated. If we want to subdue the demon, we can only ask the ancestor to come down to earth."

Fan Ma Ziqiang, come to the mortal world!