Monster Collector [Unlimited]

Yan Yao and Qiao Meng didn't notice the importance of this lot, but Xia Shen, who was following them, suddenly turned to look at the center of the stage.

It was a piece of white soil, and it was no different from other clays by visual inspection, at most, the texture was more delicate and moist. Even if he looked at it with his eyes, he couldn't feel any strange fluctuations on the soil.

However, combined with the content of the last dream, Xia Shen couldn't help thinking about it.

Obviously, even such a piece of dirt that has been hyped up in the mysterious world has not attracted enough attention. The boxes everywhere are quiet, and no one bids. It is conceivable that there are already many people behind the scenes. Whispering: "Even Nuwa told me how to create a human being..."

"I enshrine the gods of life, but I don't feel the call of my Lord from above."

"Ordinary soil, the small auctions of the auction in the past two years have become less and less concerned, and some fakes will be mixed in every now and then."

The smile on the host's face was a little stiff, and he once again praised this piece of snow-white and soft soil.

His efforts seemed to have finally paid off. Box B82, which had been silent in the distance, calmly reported a number: "110 million."

According to the rules of the auction, the current starting price of all items of this grade is 100 million, and any upward price increase requires an increase of 10 to 10.

Qiao Meng regained his energy all of a sudden: "It seems that this soil is not a waste product, that old guy decided to sell it so soon. Do we have enough funds for this event? Do we want to call up the price, or even take the things first?" Got it."

"Maybe he just needs such a piece of soil that can create things, and he would rather kill one by mistake than let one go." Yan Yao poured cold water on him, "And he has waited for a while. He will give up."

Qiao Meng was pinched by him, sighed and sat back: "Okay, okay."

After the first person shouted the price, some people continued to shout a few words with the mentality of picking up the leak, but after the price reached 150 million, no one continued to increase the price, and the B82 box successfully got this special piece. soil.

After that, Box B82 auctioned off some special runes and scrolls that are very commonly used in the mysterious world, which can be regarded as a rewarding return.

When the auction was over, both of them were automatically sent back to this desert again, and the helicopter above them lowered the hanging ladder for them.

The boss's inquiry sounded through the intercom: "How about the task?"

"The report will be handed in tonight. He auctioned off a lot of things, the most unique being a piece of soil." Yan Yao replied.

"Mud?" The boss spoke with doubts, and soon there was a sound of footsteps over there, and after a while, even the boss who had been steady and quiet couldn't help but tinged with excitement, "Our predictor finally saw the future A little fragment, this Mr. Xie should appear at the airport in City X tonight, wearing a black coat, a woman will come to him, and the picture drawn by the prophet has been sent to your mobile phone. You should return as soon as possible."

Xia Shen probed to take a look at the phone, but unfortunately, Yan Yao flipped through it extremely fast, and kept a vigilant instinct to keep it secret, just glanced at it in a hurry, and then destroyed the picture.

city ​​x.

The plane landed, and there was a soft and pleasant female voice on the radio.

Xie Changli was wearing a black overcoat, and took the suitcase he was carrying with him. The dark lines drawn on the suitcase did not change, indicating that all the remaining runes were in effect.

The city he was familiar with was just outside the window, quiet and serene, but also boring.

Unspeakable turbulent waves are rolling up deep in his heart, but all emotions are imprisoned under an indifferent and calm face.

One day, he received a divine revelation, and a great mission was coming to him, urging him to continue to complete it.

In the feast of the gods, he will appear on the stage with the most dazzling posture, offering a big gift for the bet of the gods, and thus he will be able to glimpse the world at the peak.

"This gentleman?" The white-collar behind him was dissatisfied with his slow movements, and couldn't help urging him.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Xie came back to his senses and avoided it, but his eyes were indifferent.

These busy and unexamined beings are like worker ants in an ant's nest. They have worked hard all their lives, but they don't know why they were born and why they died. Only people like him who have been favored by the gods have the opportunity to see the world clearly. The shadow behind the blue sky.

His gaze was withdrawn from the blue sky and white clouds, and indescribable complacency surged in his heart again. Even those people who were lucky enough to see the truth behind the scenes of this world did not really see through the fog. A huge treasure was right in front of them and they could easily get it. But he hesitates for a little money.

Ridiculous, extremely ridiculous!

Mr. Xie held the suitcase tightly, the white wet clay inside was still curled up quietly, and the soft heartbeat kept ringing in his ears, urging him to go to his studio as soon as possible.

"Old Xie!" An anxious female voice sounded.

The woman in the red dress walked over quickly on high heels, and the maid behind her hurriedly followed with big bags.

She has an extremely beautiful face, extremely sharp, and her color becomes darker when she is angry: "Where have you been these few days? Why didn't you answer my call? I saw that another 100 million was swiped on the card. What did you do?"

annoying woman.

Mr. Xie's face remained unchanged: "I have already said that I have big things to do, what do you women care about?"

"Have you cheated?" The woman frowned, "In the past year, we have seen each other at most twice a month, and you have to go out to pick up stories every now and then, but you don't have a single work this year!"

"I have encountered a bottleneck period," Mr. Xie walked around her, without any extra eyes on the woman, "I will soon create an unprecedented masterpiece."

The woman hesitated, watching him hurriedly get into the car.

Mr. Xie poked his head out of the car window, knowing that he couldn't order the other driver: "Send me to the studio, don't think so much."

"It's such a big drama of idiots complaining about women." Qiao Meng sat in the black car beside him, perfectly watching such a quarrel.

"That woman is the youngest daughter of the richest man in City X, and the news that she planned to elope with a painter a few years ago made a lot of noise." Yan Yao flipped through the information in her hand, "This Mr. Xie, whose real name is Xie Nan, is a A very outstanding painter in the circle, the style of painting is very dark and abstract."

He called out a few paintings as he spoke. The colors of the paintings were all very dark, mainly red and black. Just looking at them made people feel dizzy.

Qiao Meng nodded: "The inspiration value is very high, and artists like this are the easiest to come into contact with the unspeakable existence."

Yan Yao agrees: "And he has also been learning to sculpt in the past few years, and the things he sculpts are very..."

He couldn't find words to describe it, so he simply took out a few photos of the statue from his file bag.

Those so-called human statues can't be called human at all. The distorted and weird proportions always make people think of some disgusting existence.

"No wonder his statue is not well-known." Jomont shook his head, "It's too polluted."

Seeing the car start, the two drove up without hesitation: "We have to go to the studio to take a look. He is in such a hurry, I am afraid that he has already collected all the materials for the ceremony. If possible, it is best to stop him in the workshop. The actions of the studio."

Xia Shen got into Mr. Xie's car directly, looking at the faces of the two of them.

He knew more than the other two, so he recognized the woman at the first sight.

That person is the lady in the previous dream, Xiao Xie Changli's mother, and the man is also the same as the biological father in the photo hanging in the corridor of the old manor.

Madam knew very well that Xie Changli was not the child born by herself, and only believed that it was Mr. Xie's illegitimate child, but she had never seen her biological mother.

So is there a possibility that Xie Changli is not an illegitimate child, but a creature created under the power of mysticism.

When Xia Shen thought of this, his heart ached again.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a steady and continuous heartbeat in his ears.

Xia Shen remembered that the organ he was looking for happened to be missing a heart, and his eyes fell on the source of the heartbeat——

that suitcase.

He stretched out his hand obsessively, but felt a burning pain the moment he approached the suitcase.

Some kind of higher-dimensional existence, when he approached the suitcase, glanced casually, and immediately a huge pressure poured on him.

Xia Shen pursed his lips slightly, and the sword at his waist was unsheathed silently. The moment the sword light passed by, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

This sword can cut through all tangible and intangible things, and it also cuts off all prying eyes in an instant.

But the matter is related to Changli, Xia Shen did not continue to act rashly, but watched Mr. Xie arrive at his studio, and after dismissing the woman, he rushed to the studio with a handbag in his hand.

This studio is an apartment in a residential area. After opening the door, there are overwhelming paintings.

Those dark and ominous words were pasted on the wall, on the ceiling, and spread on the floor at random by him. The messy ones were either a small tube, a small tube or a large bucket. The paint in the large bucket was randomly placed on the ground and thrown On the table, a bucket or two had even been dumped, leaving a red pool on the ground, like blood.

And in the middle of the whole studio is an unformed statue, which is the distorted human body that Xie Nan often makes, and the carving knife with blood is put aside.

After Xie Nan entered the door, he couldn't wait to open the handbag almost immediately.

That ball of white clay is in the center of the handbag, and it has been sculpted into a heart shape at some point, and it seems to be still pulsating if you look closely.

The moment he saw the clay, Xie Nan's mental state changed. He was able to communicate with other people with a clear mind. He couldn't focus his eyes and began to mutter to himself, step by step towards the studio. in the middle.

After the woman left him and went upstairs, Yan Yao and Qiao Meng immediately planned their route and planned to hide in the house through the window.

Under the effect of props, everyone will ignore their existence.

But, when they climbed to the window and looked in, they also saw the white special clay at a glance——

The whole brain was buzzing, and consciousness was lost in an instant.

The same is true for Xia Shen, but he recovered earlier than the others.

It was already night when he was able to regain consciousness clearly, and I don't know how long the night has passed.

Xia Shen stabilized his mind and observed the surrounding situation.

Yan Yao and Qiao Meng sat on the ground blankly, looking up at the middle of the room.

In the middle of the room is Xie Nan, who is sculpting crazily. He is wearing a coat with his cuffs rolled up, and he is constantly sculpting against the heart-shaped lump of clay.

To be precise, the mass of soil has already begun to take shape.

Different from the twisted human body and grotesque postures before, what appeared under the carving knife this time was a gentle and peaceful sleeping face of a baby.

He was sleeping quietly curled up, like a fetus waiting to be born in the mother's womb.

Weird ballads kept humming from the mouth of the man who was crazily wielding the carving knife. To Xia Shen's ears, they were not only incomprehensible, but also caused severe pain in the brain.

Xie Nan finally finished the last stroke. This time the statue he made is extremely real, every detail is like a sleeping baby, but the skin and hair are extremely stiff.

"This is the great masterpiece I dedicate to the gods!" He put down the carving knife, suddenly started laughing, and knelt down on the ground with a smile, covered his face as if no one else was there, and began to cry bitterly.

Xia Shen once again felt that vision from a higher dimension falling down, something terrifying was about to happen, but he was powerless to stop it.

"I heard it, it's the last step..." Xie Nan muttered in a low voice and stood up, his lips were still raised, but tears kept dripping from his cheeks, two extremely conflicting emotions of extreme sadness and joy coexisted unexpectedly on his face.

He began to complete the final step of receiving the gift of the gods.

He needs to be stripped of all cumbersomeness.

First the coat, then the shirt, then the skin, the muscles...until there is nothing left to take off...