If you become a monster, you will succeed

"Talk about a myth~~ Let's talk about such a family~~ This couple~~ gave birth to a strange baby~~"

Humming a little tune, Feng Xue arrived at Chentangguan on a civilian land ship.

Although Feng Xue had been prepared for the scenery along the way, when he walked out of the airport and saw this port city, which was much more prosperous than the Demon City in the present world, he was speechless for a while.

Then, there was another bag of salt in my hand.

"Sometimes I'm glad I didn't complain about energy harvesters."

Feng Xue murmured softly, and took to the streets, although the style of clothing was obviously different from the real world, and the language habits were only similar to Chinese, but generally speaking, it was indeed a modern society where people's livelihood was quite affluent.

If there is any difference, it is that the architectural style is full of a strange feeling that is difficult to explain, that is, the aesthetics that are obviously very technological, but insist on cornices and brackets.

Different from the ancient characteristics that the higher the status, the higher the residence, this world has the modern aura of low status living in high-rise buildings and high status living in bungalows.

Although this so-called one-story house looks very high-tech, it is a courtyard full of ancient charm—it is a little more grand than Feng Xue's Su-style villa (after all, the area is not comparable).

"There is no smell of strange stories, and there is no element frame unique to phantoms..."

Feng Xue let go of her senses, but she didn't notice anything related to the strange talk. This is not to say that it is not affected by the strange talk. On the contrary, in Feng Xue's view, it is entirely because the influence of the phantom on the rules has been embedded in this place. Manifestations in the life of the world.

It's like in the present world, if people other than Yan people practice martial arts, they won't feel any traces of strange talk on their body.

Of course, there may also be reasons why this world is "dead".

"!"

Just when Feng Xue was speculating about the relationship between the rules left in this world and the phantoms, an imperceptible ray of [knowledge] suddenly entered his perception.

That [knowledge] is really too subtle, if it is replaced by ordinary strange talk, no matter it is congenital or acquired, it will never be sensed.

However, for Feng Xue, who started from "nothing" and experienced a life of "living with single-digit [knowledge]" in the Tower of Babylon, no matter how subtle [knowledge] is, he cannot escape his perception. .

In line with the idea of ​​doing as the Romans do, Feng Xue grasped the sword tactic, casually drew him, a beam of sword light suddenly wrapped his body, and then ran away towards the faint wisp of [knowledge].

Feeling that her [Immortal] label was gaining again, Feng Xue put on a satisfied expression on her face. The label feedback is different in different worlds. In a world without immortals, even if there is this label, as long as no strange stories are generated, That's nothing more than a bunch of specious metaphysics, but in this world with immortals, many immortal arts and dao methods that ordinary people also know have poured into this label.

"So that's the case. The strange tales of fairy tales in this world belong to the more classical kind. That's right. If it were the case of rune technology, the scientific system would have been directly assimilated."

Feng Xue felt those rather low-end spells that used only a little more energy than the blinding spells, restrained her movements, and landed in the corner, because at this moment, he had already noticed where the [Consciousness] fell.

A child who was climbing over the wall——from the outer wall of a house that seemed to have at least five entrances.

The child looked less than ten years old, with small arms and legs, wearing a red bellyband, two ball heads tied up, a small gold bracelet on his left hand, and a piece of red silk wrapped around his right hand.

This child is not a strange story, if you want to say it, it is similar to the "group strange talk parts" of those martial arts masters in Yan Kingdom who can stand upright with their fists and walk with their arms.

"It's strange, all the ghost stories in this world are dead, and it stands to reason that group ghost stories shouldn't exist... Or, is it the influence of the derivatives of ghost stories? Or, there really is a 'Fengshen Yanyi' in this world that hasn't awakened yet. strange tales?"

Looking at the child's appearance, Feng Xue knew with all her hairs that this must be a certain famous brat, but it was precisely because of this that he became more and more curious about the structure of strange stories in this world.

But after thinking about it for a while, he didn't talk nonsense, took out the coffin board, squatted in the corner and started digging...

...

The child standing on the wall was about to jump down like before, but bumped into a transparent barrier. Feeling the rippling barrier, the child couldn't help puffing his cheeks.

"Why did it open again? Could it be that I was exposed? Forget it, if it was exposed, it wouldn't be this!"

The child muttered, stretched out his hand to untie the red silk on his wrist, folded it in half and stretched it tightly, and then moved the stretched edge towards the invisible barrier.

But this time, the red silk passed through the barrier as if it was not hindered at all. Seeing this, the child immediately let go of her hand, and the double-folded red silk just floated in mid-air, as if it was caught by something. average.

"Huh, it's okay, this trick still works." The child muttered, and carefully inserted his fingers along the place where the double-folded red silk was attached, and separated it without much force. The circled position is drilled out.

"Hey, you want to lock me up? Dreaming!"

The child raised his palms up, pointed his thumbs at his nose and made a grimace, then turned around, intending to find a beach to play as usual, but at this moment, a noise that was not harsh came into his ears ——

"Wipe, wipe, wipe..."

"What's the sound?" The child turned his head abruptly, only to see a man in black clothes sitting on the side of the road, taking parts from a template.

And in front of him, two small figures made of wood seemed to be living things, fighting with each other with punches and kicks, it looked so interesting.

The child looked at the novelty for a while, and couldn't help leaning over, pointing at the two little people who were fighting, and said:

"How do you sell it, little man?"

Hearing the child's question, Feng Xue raised her eyes, shook her head and said:

"Not for sale!"

"Not for sale? If not for sale, what are you doing here?" A bit of dissatisfaction appeared on the child's face, but Feng Xue spread her hands and said:

"I was playing with some kids a few days ago. I said I would be a fighter. They didn't believe me. I made an appointment with them to come and see them today, but they didn't come. I was waiting for someone!"

"They must have seen these villains from afar, and felt ashamed, so they dare not come!" The child rolled his eyes, and said immediately:

"You are so old, you still play with children?"

"Otherwise? Of course you have to find a child to play, or I'll find an adult to play with? Would you like it?"

Feng Xue threw the coffin board aside, put the parts together, and there was another villain. This time, the villain held a big knife and rushed directly between the previous two villains, killing them one by one. All cut down.

The child looked hot and couldn't help saying:

"It just so happens that I came out to play, you can't wait for anyone! Why don't we play!"

Regarding Nezha, even if it is Nezha in the original book, the blame is all on Taiyi Zhenren. It's the first official", "Master said it's okay to kill you", when I saw Qiankun's bow shaking the sky, what I thought was "Master said that I will be the first official later, and I will break into the world", which shows that Taiyi Daoist usually gives him What kind of things are instilled!

A child of a feudal official, you teach him to rebel all day long, this is no longer a matter of discipline, it is deliberately leading him astray.

ps: Regarding the fact that people who surf the Internet are people with a little money, the problem is that this is not just a question of money, but a question of the network environment. It’s like on Yingjiang’s side, even if people who surf the Internet have money, they will still discuss shootings Things like that, if you put it on Mao Xiong's side, people on the Internet will also worry about the Sanmao War. Even here, there are no shortage of key politicians, right? But now the protagonist can’t see any discussion about war on the Internet in this world, which only shows that war is too far away from ordinary netizens in this world. Is this logic okay?