attack stream of life

The system thinks that this host is a strange person.As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. Qingchuan has been an official for so many years. Life, it feels a little unreliable.

Even if there is a system for daily necessities, you have to do laundry and cooking by yourself, as well as filtering mud to make mud bricks and other manual work. Can he, a pampered official, still be able to shake his arms?After several months of complaining, the system has prepared all kinds of words of comfort.

The result was beyond the expectations of the system, Qing Chuan did very well, in just two days he re-mastered the skills of cooking and cooking, as well as the survival skills that poor people must master, such as washing, washing dishes, chopping firewood, and sewing.

And even though there are traces of official hats on his forehead, Qingchuan still doesn't have the slightest literati burden. He thinks very openly. When it is too hot on weekdays, he will take off his shirt to reveal his arms, roll up his trousers, and stir The mud in the big tank, surrounded by some mosquitoes.

Just by the way he works, he is an authentic low-level craftsman. How could he have thought that this person was once an official.

"I have come to this era of closed poverty from the modern era of material abundance and spiritual openness. What did I say? Now I am just a small official who has become an old farmer. What can I not adapt to? The adaptability of human beings is amazing. It’s scary, sometimes they complain a few times or don’t cooperate, but they’re just not ready to struggle.” Qing Chuan thinks that the system is rare and strange.

He wrapped some ready-to-dry mud bricks with oiled paper, and put them away one by one, with a bright smile on his face, which was the same expression as the peasants looking at the warehouse full of grain.

Today's work was done, he went to the big tank to fetch water for a shower, that was the water he fetched in the morning, and it came from the stream at the bottom of the mountain, which was the nearest source of water.

It has been half a year since he came to this little-known place, and there were still people looking for him at the beginning, but no one from the outside world came to him in recent months.

The old lady of the Jiang family passed away a few years ago. Before leaving, her only wish was to see that Qingchuan had a queen, so that she could leave with peace of mind.Qingchuan adopted the youngest son of his eldest brother's family, and changed the family tree to adopt his name.But he is impatient to raise a child, let alone a child who has been taught by his parents to be unwilling.Moreover, the situation at that time was not suitable for raising a child, so the adopted son stayed at the eldest brother's house. Qingchuan hired two gentlemen to teach him homework, and gave the eldest brother a sum of money every month as living expenses.

Half a year ago, his hometown also found out about his resignation. Brother Jiang brought the child here, but seeing how bad the environment was, Qing Chuan said that he was not good at raising the child, and brought the child back.The Jiang family is developing very well now. All the nephews and nephews are educated. They have already passed the examination of two children and one scholar. They have built big houses and bought fields in the countryside, so they can be regarded as landlords.

The elder brothers all planned to let the children advance on the road opened by Qingchuan, but they didn't expect Qingchuan to resign without saying a word, and there was some complaint in his words.

Qingchuan was in a good state of mind, and even joked with the system, "Look, they stepped on my shoulders to make a fortune, but now I don't let them step on it, but it's a fault. Once there is no distance between people, things should change." How terrible is it?"

The system feels that Qingchuan enjoys the secluded life very much. Maybe it is because he can touch too many things and feel too many emotions on weekdays, so he has to go all the way to this unknown hill to live a small life.The so-called breaking away, making the complex simple, seems to be more conducive to his exploration of the path of art.

The hosts who have successfully taken that step before seem to have such a process of calming themselves down.The system is quite optimistic about this host. Whether it is talent or hard work, he is the best among previous hosts. The only thing that makes him a little worried is the host's past. I don't know if it will have an impact.

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang, I brought you firewood."

A rough voice sounded at the gate of the yard.

It is said to be a yard, but it is actually an open space surrounded by a bamboo fence. The gate of the yard is open, and a big man eight feet tall is shouting there carrying two bundles of pine firewood.This is a nearby woodcutter, who claims to be a villager in Lianhua Village at the foot of the mountain. His surname is Zhang and his name is Dahe. He knocked on the door one day and asked for a bowl of water. Pine firewood comes to fire the kiln.

Qingchuan came out of the inner room, knowing that today was the day when the big man gave firewood, he specially cooked some food and warmed a pot of old wine.

Zhang Qiaofu is very responsible. Every time he brings dry pine wood with enough oil, Qingchuan is also very happy to give money. He warmly invites the other party, "I know you will come here today. I cooked fish and fried a plate of snails. Also warmed the old wine."

Such warm and thoughtful, Zhang Qiaofu did not refuse.The two of them ate a meal in the main room from evening till it was dark.

"Old Zhang, how are you at home?"

"It's, it's okay." Zhang Woodman said.

"We have known each other for so long, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, and I will help you if you can."

"It's all good. It's all good..."

"It's all good, that's good."

Qing Chuan stood up, "I'll light the oil lamp, we won't go home until we're drunk." He was already a little drunk, his footsteps were sloppy, and his eyes were blurred.

When Qingchuan turned his back to look for the fire folder and oil lamp, Zhang Woodman stood up slowly, his steps were very light, like a cat approaching its prey step by step while holding its breath.

"Old Zhang, have we known each other for a few months?" Qing Chuan said suddenly, he still looked for things without looking back.

The room was very dark, only shallow outlines could be seen, and the room was also very quiet, as if the sound of mosquitoes could still be heard.Zhang Qiaofu held the hatchet in his hand, and a drop of sweat fell from his forehead. He looked at the thin Qingchuan from behind, and said sorry in his heart.Then he swooped forward like a tiger coming out of the cage, with his eyebrows raised and his face ferocious.

Zhang Woodman thought that the other party was sure to die, although suddenly a shadow flashed by, and the sky spun, a thin arm grabbed his hand holding the hatchet, and the other hand flashed white light, Zhang Woodman didn't feel the pain yet, it was warm liquid splashed out.

"you……"

Death came too fast and too hard, Zhang Woodman's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to grab the suddenly very strange man in front of him, but he just waved his arm twice weakly, and then hung down limply.

The system did not expect the development of this god, and it was over by the time it recovered.Standing in the dark, Qingchuan looked like a god of death, he said, "What a pity." What a pity, he gave him three chances, even if he hesitated a little in the middle... "It's a pity, you can't eat a table for nothing. "

He only made one knife, a finger-length knife, polished from the most common iron sheet, the whole is black, only the blade is silver-white.

The bright red blood is like spring water from a spring, but not like spring water. It is sticky, warm, and has a majestic breath of life.

That splash was the highest, and it scraped across his face, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the red liquid fell down.There was a strong smell of blood, a smell of cold and sharp weapons, but for some reason, there was a strange feeling, as if the petrified stone statue was 'lived' after being poured with blood.

Qingchuan has killed fish and chickens before, but this is the first time he has done anything of the same kind.He has repeated countless murder scenes in his mind, more than the cases he has written, but he has never put it into action. As a "person", the moral and legal cognition is like a rope hanging him, preventing him from falling into the abyss .

He can feel through the murderer that most people don't feel happy when they kill, like a bitter pill.He has seen those antisocial personalities who enjoy it, their emotions are like eating a good steak, it is hard to describe, he will become such a monster after getting along with that kind of person for a long time.

Now he has this steak...

Sure enough, food can achieve the most delicious effect only at the moment when it is about to be eaten, with expectations and unknowns as seasonings, with infinite possibilities of delicious reverie.But it seems to be the same thing when it is actually eaten in the mouth.

Even a little queasy.

Killing the same kind does not make people feel happy at all, even if the other party is actually trying to kill themselves.

Qing Chuan slowly calmed down, as if after unpacking the package, he suddenly became dull.

"Look at him, he came all the way here, chopping firewood every day, pretending that he has a wife and children at the foot of the mountain, just to kill me. What's the fun in killing? It's so dirty."

"Where did you learn your martial arts?!" The system was even more surprised than the sneak attacker. It jumped out of its wrist and turned into a small fireball. The red burning flame represented its current restless mood. His host was Learned such superb martial arts under his nose?when?

"Aren't you practicing every day?" Qing Chuan laughed.In all conscience, his appearance is not the best, but he looks very kind and gentle, even now his face is covered with blood, and with his usual kind smile, he is even more terrifying.

"That old lady punched?!"

"How can it be called the old lady's boxing? Is it the family-passed martial arts secrets of the two top masters in the world? Do you have any respect for the peerless secrets?"

I don't know when it started, the strength is getting stronger, the speed is getting faster, the perception is getting stronger, it becomes difficult to get sick, and it can recover quickly after being injured. Qingchuan noticed it very early.I didn't expect the system to be so stupid and sweet, and I haven't noticed any abnormalities for more than ten years.

"In my vision, my first crime should be a perfect crime, just like completing a work of art. I didn't expect the reality to be so rough and without beauty."

"..." The system does not want to make any speeches.

"It's not for nothing though. I'm so inspired right now."

Although he couldn't wait to try his skills, Qing Chuan didn't leave behind the attacker who had already bled to death.He found a place and dug a hole.Then I bought a new mat and quilt for the deceased, even wiped his face with water, closed his eyes, and then buried him in it, and erected a monument with a wooden sign, writing the name he told Qingchuan .

The tomb of Zhang Dahe.

There is also a flower basket in front of the tomb.

"I almost thought you unlocked the seal." The system said quietly, "I don't want my host to become a serial perverted murderer."

"There are all kinds of reasons in this world that force people to kill. Is every one of them perverted? No matter what reason he wants to kill me, it should end after he dies. Even out of humanitarian spirit, I You can't let him expose his corpse to the wild like this. I know what you are worried about, don't worry, anti-social personality usually lacks 'empathy', I am too sensitive to people's emotions, so it is easy to 'empathize'."

"However, subconsciously, there are obviously many ways, but you chose to cut your throat." This kind of subconscious choice can prove that that incident still has a profound impact on him.

"..." Qingchuan couldn't refute.

"Have you crossed the line?"

"Because the other party is a martial arts person, their philosophy and invisible law is to pay debts, pay money and kill people. If he wants to kill me, then I have no problem killing myself for self-protection. Even the government below can't say that I am wrong. Here, but The ancient times of murder. I didn’t violate the rules, so I didn’t break the precept. My bottom line is not murder. Of course, I don’t deny it. I'm still a 'person'."

Qing Chuan washed his hands with a spoonful of water in the large vat next to him, then picked out a mud brick with a suitable degree of softness, sat on a small tree stump and began to shape it.

At this time, the sky was almost dawn, and there were still two oil lamps burning in the room. Qing Chuan hadn't slept all night, but his spirit was very excited.The mud bricks are very clean, but when he is carved out of shape little by little, he becomes extremely scary. Qingchuan carved out a pair of eyes, the lines are even a bit beautiful, no one can say that they are ugly, they are a pair of eyes that should belong to a beauty .

The system floated over to take a look, and found it very intrusive.Those eyes are very beautiful, with a smile, but they are eyes without pupils, as if they can feel that these eyes are looking at him from any angle, which makes people shudder.

Among the hosts it has dealt with, there are also extremely vicious existences, and it is not that it has never seen a murder scene, but this is really the only one that behaves like this after killing the same kind.No fear of death, no reverence for life, weak morality, weak empathy.He is really ashamed to say that he is a new and good young man with three views and integrity, he is a fart, and he has a potential anti-social personality.

The system doesn't like antisocial personalities, although such people are prone to geniuses.All antisocial personalities are sick. Once this kind of person gains power, he will either destroy the world or destroy himself, which is completely different from the system's peaceful and low-key concept.Some systems like this kind of person very much, but it is definitely not it.

The only good thing is that the host's bottom line is still there, and he is very sensitive to emotions, and he is particularly easy to be infected, passively feeling all kinds of emotions that belong to human beings.It is this kind of talent that allows him to always identify with the identity of 'human being' without completely losing his emotions.

"Did you know that he was going to kill you?" The system thought that its host was a highly sensitive emotional detector. The woodcutter was so good at acting, he looked like a simple and honest man.

"Do you know why he wants to kill you? Since he wants to kill you, why did he have to wait until now?" the system asked again, it was so curious, the host usually doesn't offend people very much, and rarely makes enemies with others, especially this kind of Hate to kill.

"I don't know either. But apart from hatred, he seems to have gratitude, admiration, and pity for me... He must have been kind to me, and he has a certain understanding of me, plus he has an accent here, oh, yes The people who used to be under the jurisdiction should be the enmity I forged during my tenure. As for the specifics, I really don’t know.”

Thinking about it carefully, he has suppressed the local gentry forces, wiped out the local black violent gangs, and forcibly killed a few gangsters with backgrounds. Certainly a lot.

"Aren't you angry that you want to kill you after being favored by you?"

Qing Chuan froze for a moment, "Why are you angry?"

He quickly thought of something else, "If he is smarter, he can come up with a good idea of ​​setting fire to the mountain. The wind direction is just this way recently. There is another row of wooden houses with a lot of firewood. The fastest way down the mountain is A wooden bridge, the probability of setting fire to the mountain and killing me is much higher than the probability of melee assassination."

No, normal people don't think that way...

Who is so mad that in order to kill a person, he would burn a mountain.

Soon Qingchuan made his clay figurine model. He said it was a clay figurine. It looked like a clean mask on the surface, only the edges were a little uneven. There was a perfect smile on his blank face, but when he turned around, he could see the mask At the position of the eyes on the back, there is a pair of inexplicably terrifying eyes.People can't help but recall the peeping eyes in the dark night of childhood, like little devils hiding under the bed and in the gaps outside the window, salivating at the fresh and tender human flesh.

"It's just a nightmare when you see it." The system commented.

After the embryos dried in the shade and were fired overnight in the kiln, Qingchuan took out the plain embryos and painted the mask with pigment made of white clam powder to make it appear thick and white, and the front side was no longer colored.He didn't outline the eyes on the back carefully, but just swept the corners of the eyes with light black, and matched with the white eyeballs, it was indescribably weird.

When the first layer of color was dry, Qing Chuan took a polishing stone to polish the edge of the mask, and slowly covered it with red and black from the edge to the center, and the mask appeared as if it had been burnt.

The mask is ready.

"Score?" Qing Chuan looked at the triangle on his wrist.

The system was so abnormal that it didn't respond for a long time. After a long time, a small fireball jumped out.Qing Chuan saw that its body was stained with a layer of dark purple edges, and two slits were cracked on the sphere, revealing some golden light, like eyes.After the change of clothes, Little Fireball's spirit is not very good, and his speech is limp.

"What's wrong with you?" Qing Chuan asked it.

"Upgraded." Little Fireball replied feebly.

"Upgraded... what a bad thing?"

The little fireball let out a long sigh, and floated a few lines of words in the air:

Burnt Mask.

Producer: Qingchuan (clay figurine crossed out--pottery figurine master)

Level: Level [-], normal quality, made of mud that can be seen everywhere, how good do you expect it to be?

Explanation: The mask that was burned due to prying through the truth, after establishing a connection with blood, can resist three malicious pryings for the owner and reward the nightmare attack, special props.

System score: 103.

"Master of pottery figurines?" Qing Chuan was particularly at a loss, so the handwriting changed:

Pottery Master (mutation).

A strange race who is obsessed with playing with soil and likes to collect corpses and bury people.It will obtain power from life and death, endow it with clay, and then make it into a special prop with a stand-in effect after being calcined by flames.

"Wow." Qing Chuan made an exclamation.

Cool.