Chapter 7 Human World

Standing on a stone bag made of magma, Fang Xin can see rows of low stone houses in the bottom of the valley in the distance from the mountainside. The house is very simple, with rough stone walls on all sides, and the roof is paved with thatch. From time to time, you can see several children shouting and chasing in front of the door.

This is the depths of the tomb of bone elves, in which a vast underground space has been opened up. All kinds of buildings are orderly and reasonably arranged. This is a natural place for forging weapons. There are the best taurman refiners, the most dexterous snake servants, and the most hard-working stone dwarves.

The magma is paved and piled up into hills. An underground river running through the bone elf cemetery flows through the clear river water cooled by the cold crystal tree, reducing the surrounding temperature. I don't know where the source of the river is, but the place that eventually flows is the hole of the bone elf cemetery. This is also the reason why Fang Xin feels cold when the bone elf cemetery cracks.

A red stream of light faintly floats in the underground world.

The gap between Nanxuan and Mrs. Monica turned into invisible in the thick offensive of old Nanxuan and Mrs. Monica's helpless anger. Finally, the tall and short two muttered and didn't know where they had gone.

Fang Xin stood on the hill and observed the situation around him. For a moment, he was a little bored. The man in white wearing a bamboo hat stood quietly opposite Fang Xin, and his face had hidden into the bamboo hat. He is bowing his head and carefully fiddling with a few withered branches on the ground.

For a while, Fang Xin's attention could not help but be attracted by what was in his hand.

Two small wooden men in bucket hats, with sharp moves, are standing in the palm of his hand and fighting to the death. And just now, the two small pieces of wood clearly still have a few dead branches. At the elbows and other joints of the wooden man, the light red silk thread is flowing.

Kaka, a wooden man's arm was broken by another wooden man's bent knees and shot at Fang Xin impartially, waking him from his fascination.

"This...is this a mechanism, isn't it?" Fang Xin asked in a voice, and the expression on his face was full of surprise and incredible. What a skill.

The man in white didn't say anything, but just smiled at the corners of his lips. The little wooden man who had just won in his hand flipped 360 degrees, and then bent down and did a standard gentlemanly etiquette to Fang Xin: "Completely correct!" The wooden man's voice is clear and astringent.

Fang Xin was greatly shocked at this time. He once saw the standard classical Western gentleman's etiquette on TV stations in the human world.

"It must be a coincidence, it must be!" Fang Xin secretly pinched his thigh meat and kept comforting himself and trying to keep calm. He couldn't believe that the man in white in front of him came from the human world. Even so, he didn't dare to go to his hometown with tears in his eyes. This behavior was really too dangerous.

"Oh, this posture is so beautiful. Do you have any other similar actions?" Fang Xin decided to test it.

The little wooden man made a V-line victory gesture to Fang Xin, and then proudly twisted his buttocks: "Elephant, elephant, why is your nose so long?"

"Crayon Shin-chan!" Fang Xin saw at a glance that the song was the funny little classic lyrics that were popular on the TV station. He couldn't help blurting out, and then bursting into laughter. His heart was shocked, surprised and panicked, and he could no longer control his excitement.

"It seems that you haven't lost your memory yet." I don't know when the man in white took off his hat. He is a young man who is not much bigger than Fang. His eyebrows are white before he is old, with a melting smile on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are almost squinted, making people feel no hostility at all.

"Zikui from the Manjuquan Township in the human world, greeting you - Huangquan Hunter." The young man in white said calmly word by word. The smile on his face was still like a willow spring breeze, but his eyes gradually became fierce. He was nailed to Fang Xin's face like a knife, as if he wanted to find something from it.

After Fang Xin shook his whole body, he exhaled deeply, his back muscles were tight, and he secretly moved his joint bones for a few days, and then... frowned slightly: "I don't understand what you said. Human world? Shuquan Township? How can people in the world come here? Is it that you can freely move in and out of space?

At this time, several two-inch-long little black iron men slowly swaying from the surrounding rock cracks, slowly climbed up the upper body of Zikui, and muttered a few words close to his ears in turn.

"Within 300 meters around, there are no threatening thinkers and powerful people." Zikui put away the black iron men and said to Fang, "We are all human beings. You don't need to be so careful of each other, do you? Let's be honest with each other."

Fang Xin stayed in place for a long time. He didn't know what he had wrong. Why did Zikui, who met for the first time, insist that he was a person in the human world? However, Fang Xin is certain that Zikui is a human being. This not only refers to the appearance of Zikui human beings, but also most importantly, Fang Xin believes that only people from the human world can know the meaning of the "V" gesture and read comics such as Crayon Shin-chan.

"What's your purpose? How do you know I'm a Huangquan hunter? Fang Xin's expression was solemn and asked in a low voice. He decided to make a bet.

Zikui raised his right hand and took off his sleeve.

"Because I'm also a Huangquan hunter, and I'm more advanced than you."

On Zikui's right wrist, there is a goat-like animal engraved with a purple petal in the middle of the goat's eyebrows. The petals are shining and deeply attract Fang Xin's attention.

"This goat is the team logo of the Huangquan hunter I belong to, and the purple petals represent my personal ability."

Fang Xin was sure that he was not dazzling. He just released the shadow, but he didn't feel how much spiritual fluctuation the pattern was.

Zikui was aware of Fang Xin's behavior. He still had a harmless smile on his face and said lightly, "It's useless. This domino does not give me substantial power. The ability I have obtained is - accurate!" Speaking of this, a small stone appeared in Zikui's hand. Then his hands moved quickly, and Fang Xin's eyes were blurred at the high speed.

The small stone is first decomposed into smaller pieces and then turned into small gravel. In the dazzling, the gravel was finally decomposed more and became a crystal powder.

"This ability can continue to improve with proficiency and understanding. It can give me a better understanding of the flow of spiritual power. It can be said that it made me a circulation thinker from the beginning, and I can use every drop of spiritual power carefully and accurately. I combine this ability with machine skills to make a batch of powerful machine monsters.

Fang Xin quietly pointed to the little iron men who climbed up Zikui's body: "Just like that?"

"No, it's far more horrible than this. For example--" Zikui deliberately lengthen his voice. Fang Xin sensed the bad intentions in Zi Kui's eyes and was shocked. Suddenly, he suddenly turned out two fast shadows from the land. After three sharp whips, Fang Xin's whole body was bound.

Fang's credit struggled several times, but it was ineffective. Looking down, I found that it was several snake-like machine beasts, and the steel body only entangled the most vulnerable places around me. And Fang Xin did not dare to easily use the power of annihilation to decompose those organ snakes.

After all, this thing is close to its own skin and is metalized. Maybe if the dark force does not completely annihilate the machine snake, it will turn into nothingness first.

"Don't force a breakthrough with your own ability. There can be explosive substances in the machine snake - melting crystal. Zikui's index finger swayed left and right between his lips, just like coaxing children not to touch those dangerous things.

Fang was confident, and then scolded himself, "Fuck, why does this boy regard the expensive Huangquan boundary ore of Rongri Crystal as worthless? Everything should be installed with Rongri crystal.

Fang Xin naturally doesn't know. In fact, since Zikui realized the ability of "precision", he is extremely familiar with the texture details and structural cells of substances. His eyes are the best microscope. The internal arrangement of Rongri Crystal, a high-ionic ore, has been polished by him. He can already imitate similar crystals with a slightly weaker power, but these crystals are enough to shock and frighten people in the Huangquan world.

"Yes, your ability is strong enough. I admit it. Tell me, what do you want from me? Fang Xin simply didn't struggle anymore, and he didn't want to waste time playing riddles. Zikui has taken a lot of risks in finding himself and confessing his identity like this.

As long as people survive in the Huangquan world, it is impossible to take risks to show goodwill to a stranger for no reason.

"You are really impatient." Zikui smiled softly, and there was still a strong warm sun in his smile: "In Huangquan, it's not good to be a hunter without any patience."

Then Fang Xin only felt a burst of pain, and the machine snake clicked a few times to show a dark hole, which shot out a sharp blade.

Even if Fang Xin's body is tough, the thin blade cuts in like tofu from a gap between the muscles that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"This is a lesson for you." Zikui said with a smile.

"Enough!"

Fang Xin suddenly exploded like a bean in his bones, and his dark spiritual right hand lifted the mechanism snake on his body and threw it out: "I don't like others to talk nonsense!"

Just now, he has figured out a way to get rid of the machine snake. First, quickly shrink the muscles in half a second, and then take advantage of the gap between the snake and the skin, the dark spiritual power is enough to annihilate the little spiritual power that controls the mechanism snake.

Zikui's eyes burst into a touch of brilliance and clapped his hands, "It's a strange ability! It can actually melt the spiritual power of others!" The spiritual silk at the joint of the machine snake is closely related to him. Once the spiritual silk disappears, he will immediately feel it.

"If you work harder, you will probably be recognized by your peers. Ha ha."

Fang Xin didn't take his words. Suddenly, he rushed forward like a cannonball, grabbed Zikui's collar, and sneered, "I hate you very much! An unpredictable and profound look. If you have any bullshit, just say it quickly! If you want to kill me or expose my identity to others, I don't think you will do such a stupid thing!"

"Don't be excited. I also took great risks in exposing my identity to you. Zikui's eyes narrowed and still said leisurely, "I just saw that you are a kind of the human world, so I said these words to you. It's all because of my on a whim.

"The same kind?" Fang Xin's hand, which pulled the collar of Zikui, slowly loosened, looked at him with complicated eyes, and the dark spiritual power in his right hand slowly dispersed. Zi Kui's words just now did touch the deepest softness of Fang Xin's heart. What a strange and cold word, but at this moment Fang Xin feels the long-lost comfort. In fact, just as he got rid of the control of the machine snake, he had secretly killed Zikui!

"Your last sentence saved you. My ability is the power of annihilation, the spiritual power that can annihilate the material of the Huangquan world. I just wanted to kill you, but I didn't expect you to be on me at all. I really don't know how you can survive in the Huangquan world. Fang Xin said lightly and confessed his ability to Zi Kui, and his tone eased a lot.

A drop of sweat appeared on Zikui's forehead, and he had actually felt the dark power in Fang Xin's heart just now. However, he did underestimate Fang Xin and the speed at which Fang Xin was infected by the law of the law of the law of the law of the jungle in Huangquan, and actually wanted to kill him.

"Okay, to make a long story short." Zikui's smile slowly restrained: "Are you still a junior of the Huangquan hunter?" I want to warn you. If it is not recognized by the companion within three months, it is extremely dangerous. At that time, you will be killed by your companions!"

"This kind of thing has happened more than once." Zikui added, "I once voted by myself and erased four newcomers in turn."

The sky in the underground world is dark. Even if the surrounding air is filtered and absorbed by a large number of trees, it is still full of the smell of smoke. In the hundreds of meters of magma valley, it was not the thin blood-red magma that spewed Fang Xin's eyes red.

Fang Xin was silent. He can judge that the credibility of Zikui's words is probably more than 80%. The remaining 20% is that he is still unsure of Zikui's motivation.

"What's the benefit for you if you tell me this?" Fang Xin said lightly. Zikui's words contain a lot of useful information about Huangquan Hunter. This information is undoubtedly a help for Fang Xin, who is a little confused.

"I need you to grow up. I need a reliable and useful foreign team ally that can be exchanged. Zikui bowed his head and played with the small piece of wood in his hand and smiled, "I just found that you, as a human companion, is a good choice. At the same time, your strange spiritual power has great potential for growth.

"How did you find out that I was a Huangquan hunter? My dominoes are well hidden. Fang Xin was puzzled.

"I said before that you are at a high level. I have been approved by my companions and automatically turned on the 'Huangquan induction' ability. This ability can make the owner feel the existence of other Huangquan hunters.

"Of course, this ability will become stronger with the increase of the level. At present, my sensing range is 500 meters.

It was only when I heard this letter.

"Why will my companions kill me if I don't get the recognition of my companions within three months?" Fang Xin's voice was solemn. At present, this issue is the most critical.

"This... I don't know. I don't have access to this level of secrets yet. I have been in the Huangquan world for three years, and it is only with the skills I have mastered in the Spring Township that I have been recognized by my companions. And the captain never mentioned the reason to me. However, the Huangquan hunter combination is usually five to seven people in a team. In each combination, the newcomers will be secretly inspected at the beginning, and those who fail to examine their strength will be voted by other Huangquan hunters and then erased. Maybe this is to keep the team strong!"

Zi Kui hesitated for a moment and said, "I still want to warn you. With your current ability, you'd better try not to contact other teams of Huangquan hunters. If he wants to kill you, try to run to crowded places. Huangquan hunter never exposes his true face in public, remember!"

Fang Xin frowned more tightly. Why do you have so many things?

"Well, can you tell me why? Aren't they all yellow spring hunters? Is there any hatred between each team? Fang Xin was a little depressed.

"This is a secret. Junior Huangquan hunters don't need to know." Zikui smiled mysteriously: "I took the risk to tell you so much. It also has something to do with this secret. However, you have to remember my words. Beware of other teams of Huangquan hunters. They are not your kind like me.

Fang Xin was disappointed for a while, and he was also helpless. He had no reason to believe Zi Kui's words, and he was also disappointed and even angry with his so-called companions. According to Zikui, maybe those companions in his group have already paid attention to themselves. Then it's like observing a white mouse, peeping secretly.

This feeling made Fang Xin's whole body unhappy.

"That's all I can tell you." Zikui patted Fang Xin on the shoulder: "You are the second one I have seen, the Huangquan hunter summoned from the human world. So I don't want you to die like this. At the same time, if you officially become a regular member of another team of Huangquan Hunters, it will also be of great benefit to me. I will take the initiative to find you, so I have to work hard to live now! Go and prove your strength to your teammates!"

"Who is the other Huangquan hunter you have seen before?" Fang Xin slapped Zi Kui's hand on his shoulder, and he inexplicably resisted all those who tried to manipulate him. He doesn't agree with the way Zikui talks to himself.

"That's also a secret." Zi Kui said with a faint smile.

"Fuck!" Fang's confidence scolded.

When Fang Xin and Zi Kui secretly met. Not far away, the height of the gray-black spire house was close to that of Fang Xin's standing hill, and the metal door of the house buzzed and opened its ferocious mouth.

Two short figures came out of the door.

Nan Xuan's face was ugly, and Monica, the old lady of the Hobbit tribe next to him, turned red in her eyes, diluting the majesty deliberately maintained on her face.

"Let's go." Nanxuan passed Fang Xin and said in a low voice, "Go over there to catch the cold-footed sheep."

"Did the old woman agree?" Fang Xin whispered in Nanxuan's ear, and then looked at Mrs. Monica. As a low race in the Huangquan world, Mrs. Monica could not find a flattering and humble look on Mrs. Fang Xin. On the contrary, Fang Xin was looked at by her, just like the eyes of Fa Keyue at the beginning, full of a kind of majesty and the majesty of the superior.

Nan Xuan nodded speechlessly, and then knocked on Fang Xin's head and taught him a lesson: "Don't look at Mrs. Monica so secretly. The old lady is the royal family in the Hobbit clan, which is different from what you have come into contact with before.

The king of the Hobbit clan? Fang's confidence was a little shocked, and he couldn't help looking at the old lady a few more times. Mrs. Monica looked indifferent and calmly looking at the magma flowing out of the mouth of the fire valley in the distance, as if she had not heard Nanxuan's words.

Fang Xin did not ask Nanxuan how to compromise with Mrs. Monica. Seeing Nanxuan's gloomy and smiling face, Fang Xin consciously shut up.

The road back to the ice crystal forest is not calm. Led by Zikui, Fang Xin walked around another path. His feet jumped on the path paved with volcanic magma, and there were constantly tauren slaves standing on the edge of the low stone house or the thin sheep-headed monster crawling devoutly on the ground, saying words in their mouths, all of which are praises.

Fang Xin was shocked by the piety of these slaves on the way. The slaves in the Huangquan world, except for the Hobbes, who are famous for flattering and inviting favors to please their masters, few other races have heard of such respect to their masters. Especially when he did not enter the bone elf cemetery, he saw those taurns escorting the abuse of slaves at the entrance of the cave. Mrs. Monica, like other superiors of Huangquan, doesn't care about the life and death of the slaves who want to come here.

"Get up, Mrs. Monica will bring your pious wishes to the original god." Zikui, who led the way in front of him, waved to the slave crawling by the roadside. He said that the temperature was mild, dressed in white, and there was a state of dust and escape between his hands and feet. For a moment, the slaves kowtowed to him and Mrs. Monica.

Old Mrs. Monica frowned slightly and did not show any joy about the behavior of the slaves in front of her. Nanxuan was surprised and turned his head and asked, "Monica, when did you represent the original god?" The tone is a little solemn.

In the ancient myths and legends of the Huangquanjie, the supreme god in the ethereal spiritual world is also the highest god of people in the Huangquanjie. However, it is a detached existence. Nanxuan has never heard of who can represent the original god.

"This is the idea of the engineer Zikui." Mrs. Monica walked slowly, looked up at Nanxuan, and said slowly, "I don't mean to offend the original god. However, it is indeed much better to use the 'faith' mentioned by Zikui to manage slaves than sticks. What do you think?"

Religion? Zikui actually moved the religion in the human world to Huangquan! Fang's confidence was secretly surprised. Originally, he had always been taboo about things in the human world, and he was afraid that his identity would be exposed because of his experience in the human world. Now Zikui's action is very exciting for Fang Xin.

Fang Xin vaguely felt that if the experience in the human world is well utilized, it may also have some strange effects.

"Dear Mrs. Monica, your teacher, Zikui, is really a rare talent! I'm curious, where did you find such a good talent? Fang Xin's tone was careless, and it seemed that he was interested in Zikui for a while.

Monica's old face showed an unconcealed smile: "I cultivated and grew up with my own hands. I went out to collect species three years ago, and then I found Zi Kui with amnesia. He was a Black Dead man. He was born weak and lacked spiritual power, so I gave him an introduction to this machine to explore for himself. Organism, which is practiced by few people in the Huangquan world, actually shines brilliantly in his hands.

Fang Xin was very satisfied that he had got the information he wanted from Mrs. Monica's words. It seems that Zikui has covered up very well for three years, and Mrs. Monica doesn't even know his true identity. Then Monica said what kind of introductory book she gave to Zikui, and the ghost believed her words. Zikui personally admitted that he learned his mechanism in some curses in the human world. I guess the old woman said so because she had a good face.

"Machine art... I haven't seen the talent of machine art for a long time. He is a genius!" Old Nanxuan looked at Zikui's back and praised, "Monica, you have a good vision."

Along the way, I passed several simple underground manors with some lazy rats and domestic animals. However, the person guarding these meat sources is a scarecrow with a whip. Ordinary scarecrows are the same as Fang Xin saw on human television, but these scarecrows are inlaid with extremely small spiritual crystals as power.

When passing through the main road of the underground river, a huge waterwheel stood in the wide river. Two five-meter-long wooden men are automatically stepping on the pedal of the waterwheel and transmitting the water from the ladder to the shore. At this time, Fang Xin admired Zikui.