Odd Containment Specialist

Under normal circumstances, Murong Shangjin would have given up studying this book, but this book was told to him by that mysterious voice, and he believed that the book contained the knowledge he needed.

Murong Shangjin tore off a few more pages of paper and wanted to put them in the water cup, but after thinking about it, he opened a can of Coke and drank it with his meal.

The old original pages were fragile and easily broken, and they easily turned into fine powder in the Coke, which flowed down Murong Shangjin's throat into his stomach. The translator's thoughts when translating the second volume moistened his brain like a trickle...

[The wizard's wound healed, and he crawled towards the direction where the moon rose at night. His severed arms and thighs became new feet, and his long white beard became shorter and shorter in the mud.

The wizard didn't understand, is it wrong to keep a promise?

If it is wrong, then who is the world advocating for honoring promises? Keep a promise for the sake of keeping a promise, or keep a promise for the powerful?

The wizard crawled all the way, sleeping in the open air, and when he arrived at an endless lake, a great magician was fishing in the lake.

The magician said to him: "A thief once came here to steal, and was caught by me. He cried and said that the old man without hands and feet would come here one day, and he begged me to help you then.

Go east and west, the moon is there."

The wizard burst into tears and choked, saying: "The moon has not abandoned me yet, I will go now."

He crawled all the way to the east and west, his mouth was dry and thirsty, but the belief in seeing the moon kept him moving forward.

The old wizard's body was worn out day by day by the wind and sun, his limbs were wrapped in thick calluses, and his head, which was always raised, was hung like an inverted bow.

Finally, when he saw the magnificent high wall, he also saw the silver full moon hanging high in the sky. He looked at the round moon with bloody tears in his eyes, and his old body rolled on the ground, roaring angrily and cursing the full moon.

No one can save him anymore, the waning moon is gone.

With the passing of the last faith, the remaining life in the wizard slowly flowed away. He lay on the ground, letting ants crawl onto his eyeballs and beetles bite his lips.

Until a wisp of moisture flowed through the corners of his mouth, a new belief was born in his heart: Why not start this miserable and painful life again? If he could be born again, he would no longer keep his promise and would never keep secrets for others.

To start again, he only wanted a healthy body.

If he could always be healthy, he would never fall into this sad situation again.

The wizard stuck out his tongue and took the initiative to embrace the strange desire.

The fresh warmth spread along the tongue lines into his throat. The wizard raised his bow-like neck and saw a thin and moist red trickle, slowly flowing down the slope.

He bowed his head and licked, licking continuously, his short limbs moved, the calluses at the end rubbed against the sand, and he climbed up the slope, tracing back to the source of the water of life.

When the wizard came to the high earth slope, he saw animals sharing a corpse.

The beasts with erect manes chewed hard bones; the pythons burrowed through the flesh and swallowed the steaming internal organs; the spiders sucked the eyeballs, and the scorpions used their spines to grind their teeth.

This fragrant feast attracted the wizard to come forward, but the python scared him away with its fangs. The wizard could only crawl in the low earth pit and wait quietly for the blood of the corpse to flow through here...】

Murong Shangjin looked ahead with a dull look, and a lot of information hit his brain like a tsunami.

He seemed to be able to see the vivid imagination in the translator's mind when he translated this paragraph.

He saw the wizard drink the blood of the corpse, saw the wizard being rescued by passers-by later, saw the passers-by's hands and feet decay, and the wizard grew his broken arms and legs again.

He watched the wizard return to the kingdom and build a house for himself. He invited all the disabled people to fight in his home, so that the lame could stand up again and the blind could see again.

Some people regenerated their broken arms in his home, while others became more disabled. The deaf became blind, deaf and lame until they were completely disabled.

The subsequent chapters of the book became crazy and abnormal. The original author used a lot of words to describe the cruelty and greed of the invitees, as well as various detailed bloody scenes.

But the wizard, the protagonist of the book, began to disappear in this part. Even if he was mentioned occasionally, he appeared as an indifferent bystander who did nothing.

At the end of the book, the wizard's evil reputation spread far and wide. A strong young man who could slay a dragon came here. After hearing all this, he walked into the house that the wizard had expanded into a castle to uphold justice.

And the people of the whole kingdom, hearing about this, rushed here, stopped outside the castle, and nervously waited for the final result.

A few days later, the young man walked out of the castle. The wizard's head in his hand was as pale as snow, and the skin on his cheeks was as thin as a cicada's wing, with deep sunken.

He turned his head and looked at the castle that was as silent as a tomb, and said: "They were all killed by this demon, but the demon died in my hands. This castle cannot be demolished. I want to live here and suppress the remaining evil."

Under the hero's entrustment, everyone entered the castle and cleaned up the mess for the hero. In the castle, the blood accumulated over the years coagulated into a bright red carpet, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance like rust.

They found the wizard's body, which was as dry as firewood and without a drop of blood.

At the end of the book, when everything was packed up and everyone was about to leave, the young hero stood in front of the door that was about to close and said to everyone: "Let the thief who was pardoned by the king in the neighboring country come here to live with me. He should listen to my story."

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum, one look!

This is the end of the book.

Murong Shangjin blinked, he seemed to hear the young man's last words ringing in his ears, the translator's imagination completely replaced him in this simple and rough story.

He felt that something was connected!

The old wizard gave up his belief in the crescent moon and drank the blood. His personality was like a different person, and the things he did when he returned to his hometown always made Murong Shangjin feel inexplicably familiar.

He felt that he had touched a very critical clue, and he had already got the key puzzle, but he just couldn't put it together.

There were too many fragments in his mind, and it was so messy that it was hard to start.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

The strong sense of anxiety made Murong Shangjin dizzy. He picked up the books sorted out next to him, and he was in a hurry, but he opened them very carefully, cut the pages into pieces, put them in the water cup next to him, and then drank them all in one go.

Although these people who wrote books may be crazy and have abnormal brains, Murong Shangjin can no longer care about so much at this moment. He wants the answer, he just wants to know the answer!

"So that's it... the umbilical cord, the umbilical cord is the most important."

"Teacher Murong."

The sudden voice interrupted Murong Shangjin's focused thinking.

"You... you are Xia Shou, you... why are you here?" Murong Shangjin pushed his glasses shyly.