Strange Talk About The Rules: My Skills Have 100 Million Points Against The Sky!

As for Romance, they are even more desperate.

Been eating fridge food for two days since their chosen ones were emptied of takeaway red envelopes.

At this time, that guy was polluted like a psychopath, crying and laughing for a while.

I usually talk to myself when I have nothing to do, chat and play with myself.

Even when the interest came, there was a whole wave of left and right fights, and the fights were exhilarating.

And the news of Huihun Ye was simply the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Their mentality directly collapsed.

There is even an urge to let Wei Wei quickly kill his own players, quickly end all this, and stop torturing himself!

Desperate sentiment enveloped the countries of the world.

Only the people of the Dragon Kingdom are left, and they still have hope in their hearts.

Not because they have big hearts, but because their chosen one is Su Chen!

They believe in Su Chen!

At the same time, Su Chen withdrew his thoughts and came to his senses.

Carefully put the two photos in his hand into his trouser pocket, then walked to the second bedroom, and rearranged the drawing board.

Now is not the time to leave the house and go out, it is better to follow the rules as much as possible.

It is worth mentioning that Su Chen has already made preparations in his heart.

Regardless of whether today is Huihun Night or tomorrow is Huihun Night, he will go out to investigate tonight.

Since it has been deduced before, you can go out at night, so you can also avoid the strangeness of returning to the soul.

This is the best choice right now.

Besides, I couldn't find any weird related information at home, so logically speaking, the clue must be outdoors.

Going out is imperative!

After making this plan, Su Chen first went to the kitchen to bake a few cakes and added some salt.

I don't know if I can go back to the house after going out this time.

To be on the safe side, it is better to prepare food.

The main reason for choosing pancakes is that they are not easy to break, and adding a little salt can also ensure the daily needs of the body.

This can be regarded as barely solving the short-term food needs.

Then, he found some compressed biscuits and several bottles of mineral water from among the commodities he bought.

Adding up these foods is more than enough for three or four days.

Later, he rummaged through his home and found a backpack, wrapped all the food and put it into the backpack.

This is not over yet, since you have to go out, the power guarantee of the mobile phone is also the top priority.

After he charged the charging treasure, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After doing these things, Su Chen moved his body and walked slowly back to the bedroom.

After a day of exploration and thinking, coupled with the pollution of weird events.

Su Chen's mental power was also depleted a lot.

Since the decision to go out to investigate, the sufficiency of mental power is very important.

You know, searching for clues at home today has consumed so much mental power, wouldn't it be even more dangerous to go out, who knows if there will be another strange incident happening!

So now you must restore your mental strength to its best state.

As for the way to restore mental strength, of course sleep is the most suitable right now!

Su Chen first set an alarm clock for 5:30, then lay down on the bed, put on the quilt, and took off his clothes repeatedly.

Soon, his breathing slowed down and he fell into sleep.

On the other side, Alban of the Romantic Kingdom regained his sanity.

I don't know if it's a flashback, or this guy has been brainwashed after a long period of mental pollution.

Anyway, from the audience's point of view, their chosen ones have returned to normal.

"My God, God bless me, Alban is back to normal! Thank God!"

"But I see that the Longguo live broadcast room is saying that tonight is the night of returning to the soul, and I don't know if Albon can hold it in his current state!"

"After the last two days of fear, I've already laid flat, whatever, destroy!"

"Don't give up hope, you see that Albon has returned to normal, maybe he can find the photo and deduce the answer, it's not sure!"

"Huh? Look at Albon's actions. He is going to the second bedroom, isn't it?"

As soon as the barrage came out, everyone's attention was once again focused on the live broadcast.

I saw Albon sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding his head in his hands, frowning tightly, with a look of pain on his face.

Then he clenched his fists with both hands and smashed his head fiercely, as if he wanted to shatter some thoughts in his mind.

Afterwards, he stood up, with a determined look on his face, his eyes were red, and he strode towards the second bedroom.

"I will definitely drive you out, I said so!"

he said to himself.

After Alban walked to the bedroom, he picked up the palette paint and returned to the living room.

After setting up the drawing board, Alban sat down on the sofa and made prayer movements with his hands.

"God, bless me the twelfth rule is right! I don't want to die yet!"

Albon was exceptionally devout.

Perhaps his sincerity moved the heavens, and the twelfth rule is indeed right.

But because of his stupidity, he didn't think much about it, and subconsciously thought that his profession was a painter.

This wave is called, praying without praying to the point.

This action instantly poured cold water on the audience of Romance, and the hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished.

"I thought this guy was looking for clues, but it turned out that this guy was looking for death!"

"Desperate, even Su Chen from Longguo almost overturned, Alban must die!"

"Hahahaha, I said don't get hopeful, just lie down, it's good to be a fun person!"

"I also broke the defense, hurry up and destroy it!"

"Could the authorities rush to embrace the thighs of the Dragon Kingdom? In the future, let us the chosen ones wait a little longer and wait to copy homework! Look at those small countries that hug the thighs of the Dragon Kingdom, the fate of the country will crush us!"

"+1"

At this time, Albon finished praying and began to color the painting.

To say that this guy is worthy of being a romantic Chinese, although his brain is not good, his artistic talent is remarkable.

It is a kind of enjoyment to watch his painting techniques.

With the passage of time, Albon gradually became like Su Chen, and the whole person fell into a strange state.

He couldn't feel any outside sound, and lost his vigilance against the outside world.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to painting.

It seems that this is the ultimate pursuit of my life.

Gradually, a strange smile appeared on his face, and the hand holding the paintbrush changed to the left hand at some point.

Needless to say, after switching to the left hand, not only did his painting effect not be affected, but it became more freehand.

He even created a second creation in some places ingeniously.

If Su Chen was here to watch at this time, he would definitely be surprised.

Because the painting style of the other party is very similar to the works of those "folk talents" reported on the noon news.

They are also unprofessional at first glance, and the technology is average, but the creation of many details can give people a bright feeling.

It's like a person who is very talented but only joins the art industry when he is in middle age.

At this time, the audience in Romantic Country saw Albon's facial expression gradually letting go of himself, and it was completely messed up, and everyone was full of fun mentality.

"Huo, there is still something for this guy, this painting is not bad!"

"Indeed, I didn't expect Alban to have this kind of people!"

"I finally found out where we The Chosen surpassed Su Chen! Our romantic land is not useless!"

"Painting beautiful women to die, what is this called? This is called ghosts and romantics!"

Just when everyone was watching the excitement and talking nonsense, something happened suddenly.

Albon was just about to paint the red dress to complete the painting.

I saw that he did not change the paint, but raised his left hand, put his index finger into his mouth, and bit down hard.

scoff~

Blood came out instantly.

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, this bite must be very painful.

But Alban didn't have a painful expression on his face like a normal person, but was even more excited.

He happily extended his index finger to the painting, replaced the paint with blood, and colored the blood-red skirt.

While painting, his mouth made meaningless opening and closing movements.

It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth.

This behavior looks extremely strange.

After a while, the blood gradually coagulated, and the blood stains no longer ooze from the index finger.

Seeing this, Albon stuffed the injured finger into his mouth again, and bit off excitedly.

Since he was extremely excited this time, he didn't grasp the speed at all.

Just heard a bang.

Alban bit off the fingertip of the index finger and the nails together.

Blood gushed out and filled his mouth.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, then chewed up and down, chewing up and swallowing the remains of his fingertips.

At the same time, looking at his expression, it was as if he didn't feel pain, but felt great joy instead.

With an expression of enjoyment on his face, he continued to create his great painting.

Due to the large wound this time, blood kept gushing out. After being wiped on the drawing board, the blood kept rolling down slowly due to gravity.

In the end, several intermittent red lines extend from the lower edge of the upper skirt in the painting.

Now the whole painting looks even weirder.

The girl in the red dress in the mirror seemed to have just climbed out of the river of blood, the blood stained the blue dress red, and the wet blood dripped from the skirt continuously.

0......seeking flowers......

Unfortunately, the girl's pupils were splashed with a few drops of blood, and the crimson blood trembled slightly, covering the girl's appearance with a layer of coquettishness.

The audience watching the live broadcast could not help but shudder.

Even if their mentality collapsed and they were completely rotten, their livers still shuddered when they saw this picture.

After all, fear is inherent and cannot be suppressed by reason.

However, there was an accident.

At this time, Albon had no fear, but some joy.

He held up his painting and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was.

Now, he has long forgotten his purpose before painting.

At this moment, a photo slipped out from the crack of the drawing board.

Albon was taken aback by the slowly falling photos.

A trace of confusion appeared on his face.

But out of instinct, he bent down and picked up the half of the photo.

After watching for a moment, his eyes finally focused on the skirt in the photo.

It was blue, as pure as a lake.

Alban's expression became more painful, and his lips kept opening and closing, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

After struggling for a long time, he finally squeezed out a word.

It's just that the voice is stiff like a zombie.

"Who are you?"

The room was silent and no one responded.

But Albon seemed to hear the answer.

"No...I don't believe it! Get out...get out!"

He spoke to the air.

After a few more seconds, his face became more gloomy, and the muscles on his face still trembled from time to time!

"You prove it to me!"

His voice miraculously returned to normal due to anger

As soon as the words fell, I saw Albang raised his left hand abruptly, and then slapped himself hard on the face.

After a crisp snap, blood-red fingerprints appeared on his face!

"Why? Is this...why? I still don't believe it!"

Albon yelled angrily.

The next moment, he suddenly took a step and stumbled towards the minister of the kitchen.

With twisted movements, it looks like a toddler.

After walking to the kitchen, Alban picked up the kitchen knife with his left hand and slashed at his unsuspecting right hand.

His eyes were wide open, and his pupils shook violently! It was as if he had seen the end of the world.

He opened his mouth wide and looked like he wanted to call for help, but he didn't utter a single syllable, just like a mute.

Only the wind sound of the blade piercing the air, and the sound of bones being broken.

Puff.

Blood soared into the sky, and amidst the blood, the broken right hand fell helplessly.

It fell to the ground with a clatter.

Alban looked at his right hand on the ground, with a strange look in his eyes.

The next moment, his expression gradually calmed down from left to right, and the muscles on his face no longer trembled.

As if there was a windshield wiper, starting from the left, smoothed all the frightened expressions on his face.

Then, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Just look at the expression like a gentle gentleman.

He bent down to pick up his severed palm, threw it on the chopping board, and began to remove the bone with the knife in his left hand.

Looking at him like that is like dealing with boneless chicken feet.

And in fact, he did!

I saw him moving the knife with his left hand like flying, removing the bones of his right hand one by one, with a smiling and focused expression, as if he was making a great work of art.

And what's even more frightening is that he just let the broken wrist of his right hand keep spurting blood, but he didn't do anything about it.

It seemed that he didn't feel any pain.

This weird scene gave people the illusion that it wasn't his right arm.

In this way, the blood kept pouring down, and more and more bloodstained on the floor.

Albon's complexion became paler and paler.

But he didn't care, he was still cooking and frying the steak seriously.

In a short time, dinner was finished.

He brought one dish after another to the dining table with vain steps.

Then he rummaged through the second bedroom and found a few white candles, lit them on the stove, and placed them on the dining table.

It's like setting up a candlelit dinner.

But the flickering white candle can't bring even a trace of warmth.

Rather, it was more like, last supper.

Alban sat on the dining table with a smile on his face, his eyes were watching the door gently, with strong expectations.

It seems that they are waiting for someone to return.

However, his physical condition did not allow him to wait for that person.

Tick, tick.

The sound of blood dripping and the second hand of the clock coincided perfectly. .