My monsters are going to heaven

Ah.

Kimporo raised an eyebrow.

He hated others seeing him weak, but the blind man was free to do so.

——If you don’t want to go if you’re told, then stay here obediently and don’t go anywhere.

Anyway, going out will cause trouble.

He rubbed the fingertips of that hand with great interest, from the index finger to the middle finger, and then to the little finger.

Lu Yiming's fingers looked long and slender, but the flesh on the fingertips was very thick, so it was very interesting to rub.

Sweeping forward inadvertently, he saw that Lu Yiming's earlobe was turning pale pink bit by bit.

Ok?

Although the breathing between the arms was still smooth and flawless, the gradually deepening pink color of the earlobe betrayed him.

Kimporo glanced at it, like a child discovering the candy hidden in the jar, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

His Young Master Lu is usually thick-skinned in front of outsiders, and the town is famous for being shameless. Only he knows how to make Young Master Lu feel ashamed.

Release your right hand.

As expected, the hand was withdrawn immediately.

Lu Yiming raised his head in an instant, and there were a few light red marks on his right cheek, and his cheeks under the gauze were flushed.

"Tsk, my back hurts..." He stretched himself, got up from the ground, and muttered, "How are you?"

"Not good." Kimporo said lightly.

The pain has subsided a lot, but the whole body is extremely tired.

"..." Lu Yiming paused, "Ah, let Sister Chen cook you some tonic soup for a while, and you lie down for a while." He still hasn't forgotten the purpose of coming in, "By the way, Sister Chen took those paper money Where did you put it?"

"Here." Kimporo sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and said lazily.

"She puts this kind of thing on the bedside table?" Lu Yiming muttered, reaching out to the bedside table, with his right hand resting on the first handle, "Which drawer is it in?"

This bedside table has twelve drawers.

Kim Poro looked at his right hand: "Move forward."

Lu Yiming pushed a position inward.

"Go further."

Realizing that he might be teased, Lu Yiming paused, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Give it to me."

Kim Poro didn't move, and said two words lightly: "Hand hurts."

"..."

Huh, it's exciting, right?It hurts so much that you can't even lift it?

Lu Yiming didn't believe it, so he was too lazy to argue with him, and moved one more position: "This is it?"

"Go further."

Lu Yiming continued to probe forward with his right hand, and then froze.

He found a hand.

That hand was like a beast trap, and it grabbed his hand at once.

Tsk.really.

Even if the gauze was wrapped three times, it couldn't stop him from rolling his eyes.

He grinned crookedly: "I see, you must be made of a mouse, right?"

Kimporo didn't speak, grabbed his hand, took it and opened the third drawer in the middle from top to bottom, and took out a large handful of paper money.

"What about the fragrance?"

As soon as he spoke, two incense sticks were placed in his other hand.

Lu Yiming immediately got up and said with a smile, "You're so cute."

Kim Poro sneered and let him go.

"How do you think about the contract?"

Lu Yiming held the paper money and incense in his arms, and slowly tidied them up with one hand, pretending to be stupid casually: "What contract to order..."

The next moment, a gust of hot air rushed from the front with an indescribably dangerous aura, he took two steps back, frowned and asked, "Please explain to me first, why do you insist on making a contract with me?"

"With the contract," Kimporo said slowly and word for word, "we can do many good things."

The word "good thing" was bitten extremely hard, as if it was about to run these two words heavily between the teeth and tongue for several rounds.

good thing?

Lu Yiming pursed his lips disapprovingly.

...Your tone is not convincing at all.

He collected the paper money in his hand, turned around and walked out, leaving a sentence: "Let's talk about it later."

Suddenly remembered something, Lu Yiming paused, and turned his head slightly: "Did you hear what I told you last night?"

"what."

Lu Yiming was silent for a while, then sighed: "...Forget it." He walked out the door again.

The embarrassment in the air made it hard for him to speak.It's better to find a less embarrassing time, have a good talk with him, and then return the watch to him.

But when will it be less embarrassing?

It seems that as long as this matter is mentioned, no matter when and where, the atmosphere will become very...unspeakable.

Seeing that he was knocked by the threshold before taking a few steps, and the paper money was scattered all over the floor, squatting down cursing and fumbling to pick it up, Kimporo just couldn't help but smile when his eyes sank into coldness because of his words. meaning.

Live, should.

Even though he said so in his heart, he still lazily got off the bed, walked over, and helped someone pick up the paper money one by one.

Outside Jinling Town, on the riverside next to the Seven Star Building, there are towering buildings and boats, making the Seven Star Building seem a little dwarfed.

On the second floor of the building, Zhou Xiaosheng and Zhou Yunxuan sat on the table next to the window and played dice. The three dice were thrown together. One point was counted for every ninth and two points for every eighteenth. Whoever has the most points at the end wins.

"Cousin, if you lose in a while, let me play a martial arts student once?" Zhou Yunxuan said angrily, "Why do you let me play a female role every time!"

Zhou Xiaosheng smiled brightly: "I'll talk after I win."

"You only have more than 60 points, and I have [-] points. It is difficult to lose."

"That's not necessarily the case. If you lose, why don't you beat Mr. Wu?"

Wu Qingyue, who was next to him, was fiddling with one eyeball in a rubber glove, and snorted coldly: "Don't help me, my hair is frizzy, and my things are broken."

Zhou Yunxuan glanced at Wu Qinggao's glasses on the bridge of his nose, and couldn't help joking: "Mr. Wu's craftsmanship is so good, why don't you change yourself a pair of better eyeballs?"

"No." Wu Qingyue said flatly, "My own things are the best. Besides," he glanced over mockingly, "Which doctor have you seen who can operate on your own face?"

Zhou Xiaosheng remembered one thing: "The stallion you asked for last time..."

"No need." Wu Qingyue packed up the things in his hands, got up and left, "My human pig is dead, and I can't use it anymore."

"How did you die?" Zhou Yunxuan couldn't help asking.

Wu Qingyue adjusted her glasses: "I originally wanted to change her head, but it failed."

"Mr. Wu, you are a good person, why do you always like to mess with these weird things, you can't please your wife like this." Zhou Yunxuan shook his head, "Where's the corpse? Don't throw it around, the pig-headed man will scare people .”

"I raised it with my own hands, and I feed it precious beef and sorghum wine every day. How could I throw such a good thing around? You just boasted about the delicious pork at lunch." Wu Qingyue left this sentence, regardless of the two people His face turned green, and he walked out of the warehouse on his own.

Watching his leaving back, Zhou Yunxuan took a sip of tea with difficulty.

"Cousin, this man surnamed Wu is on guard against us. I can't steal his skills. If you don't know him well, give up. I don't know where he came from. Don't be afraid..."

"That's all." Zhou Xiaosheng sighed, "He is still useful to us now, let's keep it."

"There is no audio for the thing?"

Zhou Xiaosheng took out a pair of scrolls from his arms, untied the red string, and slowly spread them out on the table.

On it is a map of Jinling Town, every street and every house is clearly outlined.

Different from ordinary maps, the images on this map seem to be floating on the paper, sliding slowly with Zhou Xiaosheng's fingertips.

Zhou Xiaosheng tapped his index finger at a house on South Street that was shining faintly with golden light: "This is the Chen family, our things must have stayed here for a while. That's why the bad luck here is surprisingly heavy."

"The bad luck is heavy... Isn't it because the Chen family has killed more than [-] people?"

Zhou Xiaosheng chuckled: "Heh, the bad luck of the dead is not the same. I suspect that someone is trying to use the soaring bad luck of the dead to cover up the bad luck from our things."

"What the hell are you doing..."

Before Zhou Yunxuan finished cursing, Zhou Xiaosheng hurriedly interrupted him, "Yunxuan, look, what does it look like here?"

Zhou Yunxuan poked his head closer: "What does it look like?"

"This town," Zhou Xiaosheng slowly drew a shape along the edge of Jinling Town with his index finger, "does the whole look familiar?"

"This... Could it be?" Zhou Yunxuan frowned.

The two unanimously lifted up the sleeves of their left upper arms, exposing a section of their forearms.

On the top of their wrists, there is a black mark three fingers wide.

Mark of the beast head.

——Goat horns, human face, tiger teeth.

The gluttonous seal that must be branded by members of the Zhou clan.

The outline of Jinling Town is strikingly similar to the shape of this imprint.

Just now, because he couldn't move his hands away, Young Master Lu had no choice but to sit on the floor beside the bed and take a nap with his forehead on his right arm.

It is estimated that he has been asleep for half an hour.

The eyelids were slightly closed, revealing two gloomy glints.

You must find your original heart as soon as possible.

Otherwise, he would last at most a hundred years.

The thing in the right hand moved slightly like a little mouse just waking up.

Kimporo's eyes slanted slightly.

Young Master Lu's left hand was tightly clasped by his right hand, it should just be a subconscious twitch.

This hurdle is more complex, more ingenious, and harsher than the previous one.

Once you try to touch this seal, you will be bitten by the seal, and your lungs will condense a boundless sense of suffocation like black clouds quickly gathering in the sky before a shower. Every drop of blood that flowed seemed to be full of tiny barbs, mixed with pain like five thunderbolts.The sealed spell will spread out and spread like a vine in the heart, trying to break through the muscles and bones in pain.

And the remaining 49 levels will be more difficult to solve one by one.

If the remaining levels cannot be solved within a hundred years, then the 31 levels that were solved before will come back one by one and seal him again.

At that time, it is unknown whether he can still rush out.

This heart is not as good as my original heart. The original heart is not only indestructible, but also contains infinite power. What is rare is that it is ruthless. .

——The pain of resisting the seal is nothing to it.

Frowning.

The road mark, as expected, still can't pass.

This heart can't bear the pain of breaking the seal.

Vulnerable.

If you charge hard, the spell will completely tear this heart apart, and you will not be able to break the seal even more.

He stroked his left chest with his left hand, feeling a weak heart beating slightly under his palm.

The brows were furrowed deeper.

The cold sweat on his body was gradually dried by the breeze that rushed in through the window lattice.

The rushing pain in the tendons gradually slowed down over time, like a turbulent flow passing through layers of rocks and finally turning into a trickling stream.

Kimporo breathed a sigh of relief, and began to enjoy the tranquility gained from fighting against the seal.