The days of being a writer in a different world

It was pitch black in the cave, and in the depths of the cave there were faint lights jumping.On the sacrificial day, only the ashes of the old days were left in the burning bonfires on both sides of the corridor, and only the totem stone hall at the bottom of the cave was still burning with an unquenchable fire.

There are three tall stone totems, and the beast-headed man faces the cave entrance ferociously in the firelight, as if he wants to choose someone to devour.

Cheng Lang shone the bright flashlight on the totem and carefully inspected it inch by inch.The gray, black, red and yellow four-color intertwined surface bears the traces of time, and the relief-style quaint technique cannot be seen to be any different from ordinary stone carvings.

"You have to smear my blood on this to see the difference." Cheng Chen took out the dagger and scratched at his arm, explaining.

Cheng Lang watched the blood dripping down, his face was clouded, and after a while, a dozen drops of blood splashed on the totem, he hurriedly grabbed Cheng Chen's hand, quickly bandaged it, and shouted in a low voice: "Enough! "

Cheng Chen hadn't recovered yet, his arm had already been wrapped into a rice dumpling, he felt helpless: "You don't have to be in such a hurry, if it's not enough, you might have to cut it again..." Before he finished speaking, he wisely shut up up.

"If it's not enough, let's think of other ways. If it doesn't use blood to open it, any more will be a waste." Cheng Lang took the flashlight, shone it on the totem, and gently spread Cheng Chen's blood away.

The texture of the totem's surface quickly absorbed the blood stains, revealing a translucent light pink jade color.

"Look!" Cheng Chen widened his eyes and pointed to the place where the totem changed.

Cheng Lang stretched out his hand and stroked it carefully. The stone pillar under his palm was icy cold, but when his fingers touched it, there was a slight tingling pain, as if a very small electric current passed through it instantly.

Cheng Lang closed his eyes, put his hands together tightly, and felt the totem with his spiritual sense.

wrong.

What it wants is not Yue's blood, nor Cheng Chen's blood, which can only attract Yin spirits and temporarily replenish its energy. What it really wants is... "God's blood"!

Cheng Lang opened his eyes suddenly and stood up straight.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Chen asked eagerly.

He shook his head, drew out his dagger, and stabbed it right in the middle of his brow!

"Hey! You're crazy—" Cheng Chen was astonished, and there was no time to stop it. Could it be that this totem has some side effects that affect people's spirits?

A drop of golden-red blood floated from Cheng Lang's forehead, unscientifically broke away from gravity, floated in the air, emitting a dazzling shimmer.Cheng Chen watched in astonishment as the big wolf gently pushed his finger on the drop of blood, and the blood shot into the totem's mouth at an extremely fast speed like an ultra-small meteor.

Suddenly, the sky shook, the ground seemed to be torn apart, and huge cracks rumbled, accompanied by a dull roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

At the first moment of the earthquake, Cheng Lang picked up Cheng Chen and threw it on his shoulders, stepped on the uncracked ground, and rushed in front of the huge gap that was torn in the ground.Starting from the totem, the crack quickly zigzags forward along the corridor, like a ferocious beast chasing the heel of the big wolf, and soon extends to the outside of the cave.

There was a creaking sound from the depths of the cave, and the gravel kept falling down, and it was about to collapse!

Boom!With a loud sound, the inner hall of the stone cave collapsed, dust and gravel spewed out along with the crushed snow, and a gray smoke at the entrance of the cave soon filled the entire bluestone platform.

Ow—

Stern and hoarse, a beast-like roar came from the ground, and the gluttonous totem exploded in the next instant, and a huge blue-gray figure jumped out of the ground in the gray-white smoke, standing on the broken stone platform.

Cheng Lang held Cheng Chen in his arms and had no time to dodge. He hugged Xiaoroubao in his arms, and scrambled to the edge as far as possible from the center of Qingshitai.

Large and small gravel fell all over the ground, and many of them hit Cheng Lang's body. He kept his head down without saying a word, holding Cheng Chen in his arms to avoid the damage as much as possible.

After a while, the bluestone platform finally calmed down, and the giant blue-gray "beast" stood against the light, its huge body completely blocking the half-collapsed hole.It slowly lowered its head, facing Cheng Chen's dazed eyes.

What kind of monster is this!

The head is like an argali, with huge and curved horns, but the face is like a deformed male human.

The dark green eyes seemed to be inlaid with cloudy plexiglass, with no whites at all. The curved fangs were densely covered in the big mouth, and some even protruded from the lips, intertwined.

The whole body is like a giant blue sheep, with four hoofed feet, but there are two human hands on the upper body, and the five fingers are like five black sharp knives.Although the size is different from the original stone carvings on the Qingshi platform, the shape is very similar.

Is this what the Yue family has worshiped for thousands of years? !

At the junction of its arms and chest and abdomen, four huge eyes moved flexibly. At this moment, all eyes were firmly fixed on Cheng Chen.Suddenly, it let out a howl that resounded through the mountains.

"WTF! What the hell is this 'Glutton'? Sheep body, human face, what kind of sheep is bigger than an elephant, and can sleep in the ground for thousands of years?" Cheng Chen was covered in cold sweat, his back was drenched, and he turned his head. murmured.

This time, the play of death was a big deal. Aren't the nine dragons all in human form? They thought that Cheng Lang had collected four copies of divine blood, which was enough to deal with them.He also brought a bunch of knives and guns. Who would have thought that someone would be so talented to create a genetically mutated monster?

Now call Altman, I don't know if he is online? !

He suddenly shouted: "Ah Lang, run!"

This monster obviously doesn't want to be equal and friendly, so why not run away and wait for it to be trampled? !No matter how strong Cheng Lang is, he is not an Ultraman who can turn into a giant. The size difference is too big.Cheng Chen felt that the pistol he had managed to get in his arms might not be of much use, it would at most scratch his itch.

A hero does not suffer from immediate losses, and the future will be long.Wait until you get an RPG rocket launcher or something, it won't kill you!

Cheng Lang shook his head, suddenly picked up Cheng Chen, lifted him up high in astonishment, and threw him violently towards the bushes in the distance.The big wolf got up and jumped suddenly, and jumped towards the ferocious monster looking back!

If you can't run away, since the battle between the "God-Blood Dragon Sons" has already begun, if you don't surrender completely, then you can only rest until death.

The world was spinning for a while, and before Cheng Chen could yell out, there was a muffled "Bang!" and he was thrown into the thick snow-covered bushes.The broken snow puffed up and sprinkled all over the head, and the eyes were suddenly white.Cheng Chen struggled and tried to get up, but the overly thick equipment on his body hindered his movement. He flopped and fell in the bushes for a while, fell and fell, and finally stood up straight with the help of branches.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at the bluestone altar in the distance, that "gluttony" was already crazy.

Cheng Lang rode on top of its head, firmly grasping the curved long horn on one side with one hand, and piercing the eyes on its head with a long dagger in the other hand. The green thick liquid rushed out, and one animal eye was instantly blinded.Taotie suddenly went mad, roaring mournfully, with two long arms grabbing the top of the head with backhands, and the long black claws stabbing down.

Cheng Lang moved sideways, managed to dodge most of it, one leg was still pierced, he groaned, dripping with blood.White flames soared into the sky, and a huge green wolf figure leaped out of the white flames, biting at the wound in Taotie's eyes, green liquid splashed, and a piece of blood was blurred.

Taotie shook even more crazily, with two huge black claws constantly grabbing down on the top of his head.

Cheng Lang held its long horn in one hand and avoided it with difficulty. The green wolf could only take advantage of the gap between its claws to attack the giant beast's wound.

The situation is very unfavorable, if this continues...

Cheng Chen tried his best to calm himself down and stopped thinking about it. He pulled out his pistol and aimed at the huge eyes of the monster's armpit, holding the gun with both hands, bang bang bang bang!

Although he just learned how to use a gun briefly before the trip and didn't practice much, but such a huge target, even if it kept beating, Cheng Chen, a novice, could barely hit a few shots.

He squeezed the trigger desperately, and quickly emptied the magazine of bullets.

All the bullets were deflected by the monster's thick leather armor, and even a few of the bullets that hit the strange eyes under its armpit were bounced away by the eyelids that closed instantly.

Cheng Chen stopped about thirty meters away from the monster, his hand holding the empty gun was trembling slightly, and the smoke from the muzzle of the gun was still there.

Useless, it is not afraid of these.

The pistol is too powerful.

calm down!

How can I help?Running up with his small body can only lead to death and add chaos, but his greatest strength and golden fingers are the text from the earth.

In this world dominated by literary spirits, articles are the most powerful force!

He gritted his teeth, threw away the useless gun, and took out the pen and paper in his arms with shaking hands.

Ever since he suffered a big loss at Zhenzhen Laodao's place, Cheng Chen always carried his ultimate weapon—paper and pen—on the line of life and death.

Taotie, fighting monsters, eliminating harm...

What should I write in this situation?Ultraman?Goku?Nezha?Either has no literary value at all, is too long or has already been written...

Anxious, tense, and terrified, Cheng Chen's mind was in chaos. He bit his lip fiercely, and there was a sharp pain, blood flowed down, and his consciousness suddenly became clear.

An ancient historical legend came to mind.

"Glutton", no matter what it is, since it is known as "Dragon Son", then let's try the power of Zhou Chuzhi in "stabbing the tiger and attacking the dragon"!

He managed to find a flat stone, and immediately knelt down on the ground, put his coat on the stone, carefully spread the paper, and concentrated on writing.The hard pen pierced the uneven soft paper.

Cheng Chen tore off the bandage on his arm, and wrote with blood!

The biting cold wind and snow, and the screams of life-threatening fights around him seemed to be isolated from his mental world.

[When Zhou Chu was young, he was fierce and chivalrous, and he was troubled by the village.In Yixing, there are dragons in the water, and white-fronted tigers in the mountains, and they all violently offend the people... Assassinate the tigers on the mountain, attack the dragons in the water, and hunt and kill the tyrannical dragons with all his strength! 】

Flying dragons and phoenixes at the fingertips, with strength piercing the back of the paper, the mind is concentrated, only to eliminate harm!

After a few minutes, it seemed like a century later, when the last stroke was drawn, the paper flashed with aura, and there were faint clangs and the howling of evil beasts.

Cheng Chen picked up the paper and was about to stand up, but his legs were tingling, and they froze completely involuntarily.

At this moment, Cheng Lang was already covered in blood, barely hanging on Taotie's back, fighting desperately.

Although the monster was blind in one eye and had several large wounds on its body, its movements became more and more violent, and the hissing sound continued, shaking the snow on the surrounding trees from time to time.

Cheng Chen's heart seemed to be roasting on the fire, burning and aching, but his mind became clearer.

Fortunately, it was not too far from the battlefield where Cheng Lang was desperately fighting, and this distance would not prevent Wen Ling from functioning.

Cheng Chen took a deep breath, straightened his back, knelt down on the snow, raised the Lingwen, and roared with all his strength!