The end of the world starts from the global copy

"This is……"

"A whetstone. Use it to sharpen your kitchen knife, and you can hit enough damage to the fierce god's attack... Of course, there is a price for this."

"What price?"

"Every knife will consume your original ghost energy."

"To put it bluntly, it's life for life."

"If you don't want it, you can get another one."

"No, I want this."

……

This moment, now.

Strong ghostly aura gushed out, the chef's body twisted and swelled, and in an instant he became a five-meter-tall monster with a pig's head and a human body!

The ear-piercing sound of the knife suddenly flashed, and the chef swung the knife again.

However, this time, this knife is completely different from before!

The rusty kitchen knife seemed to pass through space and time, and landed on the black and white scholar's forehead fiercely. It can be seen that before the black and white scholar could use any means, the chef chopped off his head on the spot!

The black ink was flying and splattering in all directions, and it also contained the ghost aura that the chef wafted from his body—that was his original ghost aura.

The figure of the chef is obviously a lot weaker, but his arrogance is far stronger than before!

"You still want to advance!?"

"Go and make your spring and autumn dream!"

He directly stepped over the black-and-white scholar and the black-and-white painter, and his arrogance even made Lu Ming and the black-and-white painter stunned on the spot.

"The person who offended me and killed me is still good!? Can I still make you good!?"

"Boom!"

The chef raised his knife and slashed at the artist's landscape map of Guling City.

"Do not……"

The black and white painter beside Lu Ming seemed to have just recovered his senses now. He screamed out in agony. Just as he was about to stop the chef, he suddenly felt a sense of involvement behind him.

It was the shadow pulling the black and white painter, and the teeth pulling the shadow, like a tug-of-war, holding the black and white painter firmly in place.

"you are mine."

Now that the matter has come to this, how can Lu Ming not see that the chef has a will to die?

But...it's already here, thinking about it now, Lu Ming still has to help, if people can't take it away, Lu Ming won't be short of money for those meals...

The painter turned his head suddenly, and looked at Lu Ming ferociously, but what caught his eyes was Lu Ming's outstretched index finger and Hope's mouth.

"boom!"

Then the wind howled!

With the super spirit buff on his body, Lu Ming's handjob bar has the ability to hurt ghosts, and distorted air mass gushes out. However, the facts have proved that the lv6 handjob bar is still a little bit meaningless in front of higher evil spirits.

As soon as the painter raised his head, he abruptly received Lu Ming's attack with his forehead, but the black and white painter couldn't dodge the subsequent rain of bullets and the fragrance of hope.

The berserk wind blade unleashes wantonly, and the violent wind blows everything, but there is the chef laughing wildly inside!

"I knocked on Grandma Li's promotion!"

"I let you destroy my private chef Mingji!"

"I asked you to kill my kitchen assistant and waiter!"

It was chopped down again.

Just listen to Zilla.

The huge picture scroll was split into two, and the night view of Guling City, which was needed for the artist to advance to the next level, was completely chopped into a puddle of ink by the chef.

In the painting, the painter opened his eyes blankly, as if he didn't know what happened just now.

But within two seconds, the rusty kitchen knife was swung on top of the painter's head.

"Now you still can't advance!?"

There was a clang.

This knife hit the bullseye!

The knife smashed the ghost's skull, and the rusty kitchen knife was like a magic weapon, and it went smoothly all the way down!

The painter's entire ghost body was split into two on the spot, and the two ghost bodies were sprayed with infinite ghost energy - there is no doubt that this was the fatal blow!

Lu Ming felt pain when he looked at it.

On the other hand, the figure of the chef has been extremely indifferent, only the kitchen knife in his hand is still emitting a faint light.

A little stream of light escaped from the chef, as if announcing that the chef's life had come to an end.

But he is not afraid of death.

Looking at the fallen painter, the chef grinned wildly.

"Is it cool?"

"I'm so happy!"

After speaking, the chef turned his head and looked behind him.

Behind him, the tug-of-war between Lu Ming and the black and white painter continued.

But the black-and-white painter has stood still, dots of light flashed across the black-and-white painter's body, and his skin and body surface gradually took on color.

Even at the cost of his life, the chef didn't completely wipe out the painter's vitality. At this moment, the painter's operation is quite understandable-the main body is killed on the spot, but the clone can still be transformed into the main body.

Of course, he won't even think about advancing to the next level in his life.

Lifting the kitchen knife, feeling the remaining power of the last knife in the kitchen knife, the chef gritted his teeth at Lu Ming for the last time after thinking about it.

"Thank you."

With that said, he swung the knife again.

This knife slashed fiercely on the wall of the gallery behind Lu Ming. As the knife mark penetrated into the wall, it seemed to tear up the entire black and white painting environment. Suddenly, a vortex appeared behind Lu Ming, and a strong suction came out from it, directly pulling Lu Ming and Hope to sink into the wall, into the crack.

Shadow let go of the painter's hand, and Yaya had already burrowed back into Lu Ming's body. Watching Chef's body dissipate bit by bit, Lu Ming opened his mouth, but finally just nodded.

"Goodbye."

no goodbye

Because at the end of the line of sight, the chef had completely collapsed and dissipated, leaving only the kitchen knife that fell to the ground, turned into a gray air current with a clang, and disappeared.

……

When Lu Ming reappeared, he had already left the black and white painting realm.

What caught my eye was the living room of Che Jianchun's house, and the two people sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The system prompt sounded suddenly in the ear.

[Sub-task: The world in the eyes of a painter. 】

[The mission is completed, congratulations on obtaining 300 experience points and 300 game coins. 】

Tasks were trivial matters. Lu Ming stared at Zhang Mingyuan and the scholar who were drinking tea in the distance. Lu Ming opened his mouth, but he still didn't make a sound.

From this pattern, Lu Ming can guess some things - for example, why the giant ghost backed away when he saw Lu Ming when he first entered the arena looking for hope.

Because he smelled the smell of a night watchman on Lu Ming.

Another example is why Zhang Mingyuan knew so much about what happened to Che Jianchun - Che Jianchun shouldn't have told others about this, but Zhang Mingyuan still knew.

The information revealed here is far from being able to explain clearly with the identity of a policeman.

In addition, Zhang Mingyuan participated in the night banquet one after another...

Before Lu Ming could think about it, there was a sudden noise from the frame behind him, but it was the painter's painfully hideous face, which had already emerged from the frame!

"You ruined my way to promotion, and now you want to run?"

Enmity between life and death is not enough to describe the artist's feelings towards Lu Ming.

However, before the painter got out of the frame, Zhang Mingyuan raised his hand.

Lu Ming couldn't see Zhang Mingyuan's movements clearly, he could only feel a flash of light and shadow on the painter's body, and the next moment, he had already appeared in Zhang Mingyuan's hands.

At this moment, the painter's face was blank, and Zhang Mingyuan's expression was indifferent.

The spooky aura emanating from Zhang Mingyuan's body caused the painter to tremble.

"and many more……"

"I've been waiting for a long time... What's more, the little ancient spirit city really can't accommodate two fierce gods."

Zhang Mingyuan squeezed his hand hard, and with a "bang", the painter exploded on the spot.

In a school in the urban area of ​​Guling City.

The portraits of characters on a certain discarded book suddenly became active—this is another clone of the artist.

However, before he could recover again, a strange sense of distortion came from all directions, tearing the book that the artist entered into paper scraps on the spot.

After interlayering a figure painting in a certain gallery, the painter's portrait opened its eyes again, and then was torn into pieces again.

More avatars are not enough to save the painter's life in front of the fierce gods, they can only let him experience the joy of being killed again and again.

It wasn't until the painting behind Lu Ming completely turned into a blank sheet of paper that Zhang Mingyuan let go. He nodded and smiled at Lu Ming, and then looked at the scholar.

"It's time for our story to begin."

The scholar just looked at the black book in his hand, and nodded subtly.

"I am listening."

Zhang Mingyuan let out a long sigh.

"Where does the story begin..."

"Let's start with the night watchman named Zhang Mingyuan 500 years ago."

Chapter 137 The Legend of the Night Watchman

The former dynasty, the last dynasty.

The imperial court is about to run out, there are western enemies outside and natural disasters and uprisings inside, coupled with the rampant ghosts, the people are in dire straits.

In view of this, the imperial court specially set up the post of night watchman to guard the night.

Unlike watchmen, night watchmen don't care about calling the watch, they only care about the security of the city at night, and they don't recruit ordinary people, but warriors, or strange people.

A man named Zhang Mingyuan was recruited into the night watchman team at that time and became a member of the glorious night watchman.

……

"We are the Night Patrol Officer of the Great Scenery, and we will patrol the night and kill the evil spirits!"

"Second job protects the country and the people, and guards the capital!"

"The third job is to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, and to be loyal!"

But the scene is rotten to the root.

The so-called responsibility has naturally become a joke.

"Lord Zhu, we night watchmen are supposed to protect the country and the people, protect our homes and the country, so why do you enter houses at night and violate people's women?"

"Hahaha! You kid is so funny, let's talk when I put on my pants."

"No, you don't need to lift your pants..."

The light of the knife flashed across both heads and fell to the ground.

"You just go to die like this."

……