The next morning, Chen Xiyi had already cleaned up.

Pulling out the parchment mirror wrapped in parchment from the crack of the wall, then he said, "I'm going to leave, do you have any ideas?"

There is no sign of parchment or hood mirror, just like two ordinary objects.

"It seems that I still don't want to be a dog-legged person for me. That's a pity. I'll bury you first, hope the blood sacrifice."

"Ha, do you think I'll say that?"

Chen Xiyi had a joke in his tone. This thing looked fearless and seemed to have found a way to get out.

"It must be buried, but it is not buried in this city. I am going to take you with you and then find a place where no one is buried. If the Blood Sacrifice demolition is dug out, wouldn't it be a cheap price for you?"

Just before that, Chen Xiyi suddenly realized that the parchment was probably insulting him.

For parchment, the real crisis is not to be buried underground, but to be entangled with the mirror.

So if Chen Xiyi really buried this thing underground, he might be able to fulfill his wishes and instead let the tiger go back to the mountain.

"And before burying, I have to water the two of you brothers into iron blocks. This is the last chance to be my dog."

Chen Xiyi was not polite at this time. Now the Huang family's children have not come yet, and Chen Xiyi still has time, so he thought about chatting with parchment for a while.

If the time comes, if this thing refuses to bow its head, then you can only take it away first, then fill it with iron and cast iron blocks and find a place to bury it.

【good】

This word appeared on the parchment paper with difficulty.

Seeing this, Chen Xiyi's eyes twitched, and he actually compromised, thinking that he would not shed tears without seeing the coffin.

Seeing this, Chen Xiyi naturally lifted a corner of the parchment paper, and as part of the power was liberated, a line of text gradually emerged.

[You have found a way to fuse parchment from parchment paper. You need to cut open your chest and wrap your heart with parchment paper. With a cold burst, your heart gradually merges with parchment paper]

[You have initially mastered the ability to shrink into inches and can sense the arrival of danger, but as time goes by, the coldness of your heart continues to erode your body, allowing curses to flow in your blood, and endless pain accompany you for the rest of your life]

Chen Xiyi looked at these two passages and kept thinking in his mind that this process was normal, but there was a lack of some inconspicuous but critical information.

For example, how it merges, and how it forms suppression.

"It's a part of it. There must be another sentence between the cold outburst and the fusion. Don't lie to me. There are more people I've eaten than you have killed."

parchment:???

"Oh, why do you remember to eat or not? You have to stop giving me some strength. Then I have other brothers to teach you how to be a human being." Chen Xiyi felt that this thing wanted to kill him everywhere.

[When you recall the past, you feel regretful. The parchment is too powerful and takes over the dominance when it merges with the heart. If you use a mirror to look at yourself during the fusion, the two forces will fight each other, and you can take advantage of this to perfectly fusion of the parchment]

[Just wait until the parchment paper is fused and then put down the mirror, and you will become the dominant one between you and the parchment paper]

[And the decay of the illuminating mirror becomes a rootless source, and it will naturally be erased by the parchment in your body]

This time I gave it very carefully, but Chen Xiyi knew that there must be a pitfall in this thing.

Well, he found the biggest pit, just to cut open his chest, which is impossible for ordinary people to do, and even if he did it, the mortality rate was extremely high.

"In other words, can evil and intrigue be integrated into a person's body? Is the painting style so in the underworld?" Chen Xiyi said speechlessly.

Moreover, this style of painting may have come from one's own hands, which means that the influence of one's own body has run through the entire timeline, so it seems normal to have a little bit of it in the underworld.

"Okay, I believe you once. If I die, wait until my brother and the backstage come out, I will give you no good results."

Chen Xiyi knew that this parchment must have hidden some tricks, but it doesn't matter. If you ask again, you probably won't be able to ask anything. It's better to bet on it.

Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to find such a convenient opportunity.

"I live so hard, and I don't know how the other brothers survived. They won't all go to the aristocratic family, right?"

Chen Xiyi also had a lot of resentment in his heart. If he stuffed himself into the aristocratic family, would it be better?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

There is no future in practicing martial arts, and no one can beat it either by aristocratic families or strange things.

If you practice martial arts for three days and beat the heavens for ten days, Chen Xiyi wouldn't mind practicing it, but it would be impossible at all. Only after ten years of hard practice can one martial arts achieve great success. It is too difficult. Without plug-ins like the pointer, you can basically not achieve it quickly.

This world is about external and internal skills. It not only requires time, but also a lot of resources. What you practice is not martial arts, but money.

So Chen Xiyi felt that this kind of thing that could have powerful power by breaking the belly was a bit tricky, but it was faster at least.

He also wanted to live more time, but it would be a waste if he didn't take a gamble on such a good opportunity. Anyway, if he dies, he will be replaced by other historical projection brothers, which is not that it is really gone.

What is the loss is the essence, what does it have to do with him?

If this succeeds, it will be a wave of fat. If nothing else, survival is not the first goal, and it is just to cause trouble.

It doesn't matter if you fail, anyway, you'll be replaced by someone at that time, so he doesn't have to think about these things.

Thinking about it, it seems that no matter how you look at it, it will be a win-win situation, that is, he won twice by himself.

After randomly finding a knife and the tools he needed to disinfect it, he adjusted his posture and decisively gave himself a knife.

"Hiss~ It really hurts!" It's not the first time I've been dissecting myself, but I haven't tried it when I was an ordinary person. Although it hurts a little, it's really a fresh experience.

Looking at the bloody chest and the internal organs that could be seen from the wound, Chen Xiyi decisively picked up the parchment.

"Damn, the hands and knives have been disinfected, and the parchment has been forgotten to disinfect. Forget it, this thing is not a serious thing."

Chen Xiyi only realized that he was hasty at this time, but it didn't matter at this time. He immediately stuffed the parchment into his body.

Don't ask him where his heart is. He hasn't dissected himself, and he is very skillful in his position.

As soon as the parchment touched the heart, a cold breath burst out instantly, and Chen Xiyi seemed to be frozen.

However, he was prepared and immediately pointed it at himself with a hood mirror.

What is in the mirror is not what he looks like now, but what he looks like after he rots.

Then he could feel his whole body began to numb and itch, as if he was gnawing by thousands of insects and ants.

Two completely different auras entangled together, all the perceptions on Chen Xiyi's body disappeared, and his body became a battlefield of two evil spirits.

"Good news, no more blood, I shouldn't die of blood."

"Bad news, I think I have to die before the parchment merges."

At the same time, the parchment gradually wrapped around his heart. Don't ask him how he knew the progress, he looked with his eyes.

My belly hasn't been sewn yet, so I can naturally see it.

"There is also good news. Obviously I will not die of infection or inflammation. I am mutating in the direction of the rotten corpse." Chen Xiyi smelled his body as if it was stinking.

After watching for a while, Chen Xiyi took out cotton thread and stitched his belly briefly. It was quite good if he lost consciousness, at least he didn't have to worry about the pain.

Time passed minute by minute, and about half an hour later, he could feel the coldness in his body becoming more and more terrifying, as if he had received some support, and instantly swept across his entire body.

His perception gradually recovered, and it seemed that the parchment and his heart had merged.

That's why we can suppress the hood mirror.

Chen Xiyi felt the biting cold aura wandering in his body. If it weren't for the decay of the mirror, he might have been able to freeze to death on the spot.

Fortunately, he did not follow the advice of the parchment paper and put down the mirror after the fusion. If he really listened to this, he would probably be cold now.

"Come on, tell me how to master the mirror, otherwise I'll find an active volcano and jump down."

Chen Xiyi knew that although the parchment was not controlled by him now, it was even worse now and was locked in his body as a prisoner.

The normal plan is probably to kill Chen Xiyi with this trick, but who knew that Chen Xiyi was uneasy to play cards. Although his cold breath made him feel uncomfortable, he was not unbearable, so Chen Xiyi currently has the upper hand.

Parchment does not have the ability to take the initiative to attack, and can only rely on its own cold breath to achieve the goal of eroding Chen Xiyi. However, with the mirror, the erosion speed is greatly slowed down. As long as Chen Xiyi lives better, it will definitely be fine for three to five years. If you really find an active volcano and jump in, you will probably never think about going out in your whole life.

Because parchment is a contact-type evil, if no one touches it, it will not work in the lifetime, just like looking at a hood mirror.

That's why Chen Xiyi's threat takes effect.

[You have integrated parchment and discovered the defects in it. With your body, you can't bear it at all, so you thought of the method of balance, that is, looking at the octopus]

[The shading mirror can turn your body into a rotten corpse to resist the cold air in the parchment, but only if you can survive before the two evil tricks reach a balance]

[Soon, you found a way to fuse the hood mirror on parchment paper. After smashing the hood mirror, you swallowed it all into your belly]

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Chen Xiyi looked at the words that appeared in the retina: "Good guy, you don't act anymore, right? You just say that you are evil."

"Forget it, if you don't act, don't act anymore. Isn't it just a mirror?"

Chen Xiyi is also a cruel person. Is it necessary to smash it when eating a mirror? Just stuff it into your mouth and chew it.

Just his teeth are just considered to be a harder pot.

The stools are broken and the stomach is still missing.

"Okay, this thing is actually a bronze mirror, I really can't chew it."

If it were a glass mirror, he would grit his teeth and eat it. After all, the thing was crisp, but the bronze mirror was really not good.

No matter how good the teeth are, I can't understand it. He is not the original body.

"Time is limited, find a hammer to hammer this thing just for me." Chen Xiyi felt that although there might be a trick in the way, he had to give it a try.

Otherwise, he would have wasted all his previous efforts.

More importantly, if he had just been broken, he might not have been able to go far if he had not looked at the collar to relieve pain and suppress the backlash of parchment.

The Huang family will probably arrive at noon, and it is only in the morning, so there is still a certain amount of time, which can be used to combine the hood of the mirror.

"This parchment is also very damaged. I have mastered it before, but now it has become a fusion. I don't know if there is a pit in the former or the latter." Chen Xiyi also remembered this incident, and the two are obviously different.

Mastering is probably equivalent to props, while fusion is different, it is a skill.

Chen Xiyi didn't know which one is better or worse.
Chapter completed!