Rules-based ghost talk game

When Ling Qinglin heard this, his face seemed to freeze, and he stood motionless, with only his fists slowly clenched.

He pursed his lips tightly and closed his eyes.

"Chen An."

Ling Qinglin spoke, but his voice was hoarse and difficult, as if he had exhausted his courage to speak out the words.

"You are a traveler, not a clown."

Chen An nodded.

"right."

"You are a horror."

"yes."

The corners of Ling Qinglin's mouth raised, he opened his eyes, and the muscles on his face became extremely expressive as they twitched.

"Then what am I?" he asked.

Chen An was slightly startled and looked at Tuzi Moore on the side.

When he first entered the town, Uncle Tuzi was the most familiar with Ling Qinglin.

"Weird-level bad luck."

Tuzi Moore looked at Ling Qinglin and said in a low voice with no expression on his face.

"Yeah, bad luck..."

Ling Qinglin sniffed and looked at Chen An, Tu Zi, Gu Laiyin and Luo Qi with hazy eyes.

"You are all very powerful."

"The Buddha light is vast, strange and cannot be approached, the physical body is tyrannical, and it is a horrifying and twisted thing, capable of both the mysterious and the Buddha..."

He pointed at Gu Laiying.

"The Headless Horseman, the black sword destroys souls."

He pointed at Tuzi Moore and smiled.

"Now, you have mastered the ancient Moorish language, right? The oldest and most magical language in the world..."

"And Luo Qi, because he is a cold-blooded person, he is not naturally affected by the strange effects of Happy Town..."

"Shouldn't this be replaced by combat power?"

"Then why, with just a sword, can you possess terrifying power?"

Ling Qinglin lowered his head. He covered his face and smiled. He just smiled, but shed tears again.

"How awesome you all are!"

"Chen An, I thought you were just a grotesque-level clown, but what? You were able to kill yourself in the Confinement Tower alone... This is the weakest grotesque-level clown among the 22 paths. You should have

The power?"

Ling Qinglin looked at Chen An. His breathing was rapid and he was a little out of breath.

"Compared to...compared to you..."

"I... am more like a clown!"

"You are all too powerful, what about me? I am nothing!"

"Since you are so powerful, why, why do you still stop me from pursuing my happiness?!"

he roared.

Ling Anruo on the side was already stunned. He looked at his brother blankly and said in disbelief: "Brother, you, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you also contaminated?"

Ling Qinglin glanced at Ling Anruo, but his twisted face frightened Ling Anruo, causing the girl to retreat one after another with a pale face, as if she had no support for a moment.

"Qinglin is a path of mutation and weird-level bad luck." Tuzi Moore walked to Chen An and whispered in his ear: "The only ability at the weird level is to make human or weird luck bad.

Things are going bad, but the effect is limited."

Chen An nodded.

He looked at Ling Qinglin with somewhat complicated eyes.

Therefore, he is unwilling to face the truth.

Not just because of his own feelings for his sister.

Also because...

Jealousy?

I still remember when I first entered Happy Town, in the wooden house, everyone showed their own special abilities, except Ling Qinglin who was passively suppressed by the strangeness and seemed useless.

But when he arrived in Happy Town, he suddenly transformed and became the temporary captain of the hunting team. His majestic and trustworthy appearance, his capable and reliable appearance... Even his combat power was better than that of Gu in the hunting team at that time.

Rhine is much stronger.

Is this the kind of contrast and power that he is obsessed with?

Because...this can also make him feel happy?

Coupled with the existence of my sister Ling Anruo...

Thinking of this, Chen An suddenly smiled.

The corners of his mouth were raised and he grinned widely. He did not use "Clown Liberation", but it was as if he had used "Clown Liberation".

Smiling exaggeratedly.

He laughed and took a few steps towards Ling Qinglin, looking at him with half-hidden face, staring at him with a bit of pity and a bit of sarcasm in his eyes.

"What are you talking about..." Chen An said, listening to his tone, it seemed as if he had heard something ridiculous.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ling Qinglin roared. Chen An's eyes made him feel uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable, as if he was a joke and what he said was nonsense!

"I just want to live a peaceful life here with my sister. What's wrong with me!"

"Things outside are not fair, not fair at all. I am a waste, you know!"

"It's fair here, everyone helps each other, no matter how weird it is, no matter what!"

"This place is no less real than the outside world!"

He was speaking hysterically. Seeing Chen An's figure getting closer and closer, he unconsciously speeded up his speech and his voice trembled.

boom!

Chen An stretched out his right arm and punched directly, without any added weirdness.

But this punch caused the trembling Ling Qinglin to fall directly to the ground.

This is a punch that the Joker has completely absorbed, giving him the ultimate human skill.

It was a punch that even the "Knight of Happy Town" couldn't resist.

Watching Ling Qinglin being thrown backwards, hitting the brick wall next to the door frame, then slowly raising his head, with angry and twisted eyes, Chen An smiled again.

What kind of bullshit are you talking about...

"Reality... Do you think it's more real here than outside?"

"You don't need any effort, you don't need any reason, you can gain strength, you can be supported by others, you can enjoy admiration, your family is healthy, the relationship between brothers and sisters is harmonious, and the dead are resurrected before your eyes, this is what you call...reality

?”

"What's the point! How do you know I haven't worked hard outside? How much I have worked hard and how much I have paid, what do you know!"

Ling Qinglin looked at the increasingly wild smile on Chen An's face and his pitiful and sarcastic eyes, and he felt his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

It feels like I have returned to my childhood, when I was bullied by street bullies in Wenwan, stripped naked and blocked in an alley... helpless, helpless, and desperate!

But now, he was no longer a child, and he decided to resist.

Use words.

"Do you think I'm strong?" Chen An moved forward again, carrying a sense of oppression that frightened Ling Qinglin. He completely released the terrifying spiritual fluctuations and looked down at Ling Qinglin.

"You..." Ling Qinglin pursed his lips and gritted his teeth.

"powerful."

Chen An nodded, he felt that at this moment...

You should light a cigarette yourself.

Afterwards, I fumbled around in my pocket and found that the iron box given by Brother Scar had gone somewhere long ago. It was probably lying in a corner of the town.

"Why."

"Then do you know the price?"

Chen An knelt down and looked at Ling Qinglin.

"Why do you think it's so easy to become a strong person? It's so easy to get happiness?"

"Do you know how much I paid and what I went through...in exchange for the power you have in front of you?"

The helplessness of fate, the real despair of being a clown, watching the people close to you die one by one, but you are helpless, and even the reason for all this is because you are the reincarnation of the damn "Endless Traveler"... Destiny The whirlpool will definitely focus on you, the people around you will be affected, and you will have to travel alone.

Carrying the yoke of fate, it is a ridiculous, pitiful, miserable and helpless fate.

The power gained at such a price.

The "Complete Absorption of the Joker's Essence" in exchange for the Soft Capital Incident.

Is it worth it?

If there was a choice, Chen Anning wouldn't want this useless power!

"I've worked hard too, I've tried too!" Ling Qinglin mustered up the courage and roared: "How do you know I haven't worked hard outside? I have tried every means to study how to absorb the essence, but I can't do it. It can’t be done!”

Chen An shook his head.

The joys and sorrows between people will not be connected.

"Amitabha, whatever form you see is emptiness."

Gu Laiyin walked up at some point. He recited a Buddhist chant, then clasped his hands together and looked at Ling Qinglin with gentle eyes.

"Donor Ling, after leaving here, I am willing to teach you my Buddhist teachings. You can get the power you dream of. But you know, this is not a simple teaching. You need to experience everything I have experienced."

Hearing this, Ling Qinglin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"real?"

Gu Laiyin nodded and said gently: "Yes, the Buddhism I practice is asceticism. When I was six years old, I was thrown into the forest by my parents. I experienced six years of experience in it. I remember when we went Thirty-one people came out, and when we were all twelve, three of us came out."

Ling Qinglin was stunned.

"Buddhism has taught us not to be happy with things, not to be sad with ourselves, to be fearless, to be neither happy nor angry. Each of us is an ascetic walking in the world. All we have to do is to finish this journey with a calm mind. Journey.”

"To practice this Dharma, you need to abandon emotions, have no joy, no anger, no compassion, and no fear. If you touch any of them, it will be false, the Dharma will be broken, and you have to start all over again."

Chen An looked at Gu Laiyin, and he knew that Gu Laiyin was telling the truth.

At home, Gu Laiyin tied up his "sister" with his own hands, and when he asked himself if he could just kill her, his face was still gentle, without any wavering.

"Donor Ling, can you... do it?" Gu Laiyin looked at Ling Qinglin and said gently.

Ling Qinglin's face froze, and he looked at Gu Laiyin as if he was looking at a monster!

At this moment, Tuzi Moore also walked up.

His deep voice sounded here.

"Qing Lin, I'm sorry, I never knew you thought this way... But the way I became the Headless Horseman, you shouldn't be able to copy..."

Tuzi Moore sighed and said: "As a mutant on the tyrant's path, my family comes from the remnants of the Second Age. The practice rules we follow are not simply acting and understanding, but have an ancient flavor. A little bit of the ‘extraordinary’ factor.”

"This is exactly what I long for!" Ling Qinglin's eyes suddenly lit up. He stumbled to his feet, held Tuzi Moore's shoulders with both hands, sniffed, and said quickly: "I don't want to torture myself, nor do I want to

Torturing others...I cannot accept the darkness of the path of mutation...This world should not be like this...It should not be based on the pain and death of others to enhance one's own darkness..."

Chen An looked at Ling Qinglin's face and couldn't help but take a breath after listening to his words.

Yes, he is right.

Tuzi Moore chuckled, a look of affirmation on his dark face.

"I know, Qing Lin, but... this means that you have to fight with yourself and the world throughout your life. This is a lonely road... You need to dismantle the components of your own strength and turn them into pieces of you.

The characters and formulas that can be understood are just like the world in ancient times, before the Dawn Era."

Huh? Chen An was slightly startled, and he looked at Tuzi Moore strangely.

"For example..." Tuzi Moore pondered slightly, and he said: "I have three 'Headless Horseman' abilities. They depend on the three acupoints of Tianjue, Shupo and Heyuan respectively. From them, I build a spiritual framework. From afar,

The other side pulls authority and transmits the will of the ancient gods to form its own source of power."

As he spoke, he took out a yellowed notebook from his bag.

"This is a map of the spiritual acupuncture points of mutation that our family researched after the Third Era."

Ling Qinglin took it blankly, and when he opened it, he found that it was pages of flat human body patterns. Each pattern had densely packed acupuncture points, and the principles of each operation were explained in ant-like small characters.

Moreover, there are more than fifty pages of such content.

The acupuncture points are densely packed with more than tens of thousands.

"It looks like this." Tuzi Maul stretched out his right arm and squinted his eyes slightly. As the dark light flowed, his right arm was gradually covered with jet black color and turned into the shape of a simple sword blade.

The blade of this sword is not clear enough, it is more like an extension attached to the arm.

Tuzi waved his hand, and a sudden sound broke through the air.

"This is one of my horror-level 'Headless Horseman' abilities, the black sword."

He stroked his forearm and clicked on it near the center of the internal test.

"Follow the Yinjiu."

As he spoke, his fingertips traced the skin and came to the upper arm.

"Extremely dry, over nine pivots."

"The meridians here on the shoulders go into the xuanqian at the chest. At the same time, the left axis and the lower axis combine their strength. The strangeness will form a resonance, triggering the axis breaking point. The transmission and resonance will go to the spiritual world, and then gather from the sky. Repeat

Three veins converge into this black sword."

Listening to Tu Zi's words, Ling Qinglin was a little dazed.

"This is the principle of ability... Then how to become stronger?" he asked.

Tuzi nodded and said: "You can memorize the acupuncture points in the booklet. After studying and understanding, you can try to improve it and find out your own public announcements. These are all traceable. When you can use your own abilities

Disassemble it according to the public notice, understand the composition of power, the strange resonance, stay away, and tap the acupuncture points, and then you can try it."

"A failed attempt may be painful and accompanied by some dangers, and there is a small probability that it will affect the unknown."

"If you succeed, you can go one step further and continue the experiment."

"It took me ten years to transform from a 'sinner' to a 'headless horseman'."

Tuzi Moore looked at Ling Qinglin.

But I saw that he looked at Luo Qi.

The corners of Luo Qi's mouth twitched slightly, then she walked forward and said coldly: "Are you curious about my power?"

Ling Qinglin said nothing.

And Luo Qi, who was dressed in black, was...

He grabbed the bottom of his clothes and rolled them up...

As she took off her black outfit, and as Chen An brushed her red face...

The next moment, Chen An and Ling Qinglin's pupils shrank slightly.

Luo Qi was wearing a white bandage corset, and there was no orthopedic content.

instead.

On that white and rosy body, on that thin but refined skin, there are hideous scars one after another!

Scars all over the body are like terrifying centipedes, spreading from the lower part of the chest to the entire waist!

Black and red, it looks like traces of fire, and it looks like skin that has been chopped and destroyed thousands of times, forever losing the ability to return to its original appearance.

"I practice swordsmanship, ruthless swords." Luo Qi said: "Cold-blooded people are just incidental."

"Conditions, simple, no emotions."

"Use your own sword, cut the skin, feel the pain, repeat, day, week, month, year, year after year."

"I can't feel the pain, the exact pain of loss, no longer painful in body or heart."

"It reaches the point where the skin is cut by a sharp blade, but there is no ripple at all."

"That's enough. The first step is enough. You can hold the sword."

"Next, the second step, the five senses are lost for three years, the face is masked, the mouth is tied, the nose is wiped out with medicine, the skin is covered with bandages, the five senses are lost, and the second step is completed after three years."

"The third step is to slash a million times until holding a sword and slashing becomes instinctive."

"This step took me sixteen years."

"the fourth step..."

"the fifth step..."

"The ninth step...refining the heart is exactly what I am doing now."

Luo Qi looked at Ling Qinglin, her pretty face was calm, and she said without any emotion: "If you want to learn, I will teach you."

Ling Qinglin closed his eyes.

Chen An sniffed, walked forward, and patted Ling Qinglin on the shoulder.

Said softly:

"Qing Lin, they are too cruel, my method is much gentler."

Ling Qinglin opened his eyes.

"My identity is quite special...well, so I have some abilities."

Chen An can use his own "nodes", just like the nodes left by the previous "Endless Traveler" in the tree, making people feel what he left behind.

In other words, although it is not clear enough, Chen An can make Ling Qinglin achieve "empathy" in the true sense.

"I... can give it a try." Ling Qinglin gritted his teeth and looked at Chen An.

Chen An nodded and put his hand on Ling Qinglin's forehead.

"Don't resist..."

"I'll show you how I got the power you envy now..."

"process."