Every day the puppet is playing dead

After thinking for a long time, without the slightest clue, Chongyu could only temporarily give up looking for clues about the location of her heart, and instead searched around to see if she could find Yuan Wuxin's secret room.

This time there is more time than the last time, not to mention there is a righteous excuse, Chongyu's rummaging action this time is more detailed and bolder than the last time.

Based on years of experience in watching TV dramas, Chong Yu first climbed onto the bed next to him and searched for a long time on the bed. After wrinkling the tidy bed, he could only regret that TV dramas are all lies. of.

Afterwards, Chongyu tried to turn everything he could find, but found not a single secret door.

"I'm so stupid, really, why do I always use my own experience to measure the worldview of a fairy world?"

Chongyu sat at the desk, propped his chin with both hands, and was heartbroken.

People in TV dramas use mechanisms to make secret rooms, but in the world of Xianxia, ​​they must use spells to make mechanism secrets.

Thinking of Yuan Wuxin sitting at the desk reading every time he woke up, Chongyu guessed that there must be something important at the desk because of Yuan Wuxin's possessiveness.

So, this time, Chongyu focused on the desk.

The desk is full of books, anyway, Yuan Wuxin is absent now, out of curiosity, Chongyu flipped through the books piled up on the table, wanting to see what Yuan Wuxin was doing.

After flipping through a few books, Chongyu found that most of these books were memorials submitted by the subordinates of the Demon Realm.

Most of the memorials were about the various project plans and economic budgets of the Demon Realm, and a small part was about clearing out the rebels, which made Chongyu's scalp tingle.

He once again realized how much effort Yuan Wuxin had put in to grow from a country mixed blood to the current Demon Lord.

The rest of the memorials are trivial matters, such as a fight between a certain demon clan, such and such a city lord's happy birthday, such and such a rotten melon, and a bunch of invitations.

Seeing these messy things makes Chongyu's scalp tingle again. What's more terrible is that Yuan Wuxin has a serious reply under every memorial, including the posting please.

How can there be such management?I don't have any other confidantes, can you help me deal with it?

Chong Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, but thinking about Yuan Wuxin's suspicious temperament, maybe the monopoly of power could make Yuan Wuxin really feel at ease.

No matter how you say it, at least you can get a glimpse of how Yuan Wuxin became the demon king.

Chong Yu put the memorial aside and sighed slowly.

And when Chongyu put the memorials back in place, because Chongyu was absent-minded, he didn't notice that the stacked memorials were touched by him, and in the next second, more than a dozen memorials immediately fell to the ground .

Chongyu was startled by this, he stood up quickly, trying to help up the crooked memorial next to him, but unexpectedly became more and more panicked, and more and more memorials fell down, like crackling rain, sprinkled on the ground. all over the place.

Chong Yu: "..."

After realizing that he had made a big mistake, Chongyu showed a desperate expression.

He glanced at the table, and when he was about to throw the rest of the memorial to the ground, he unexpectedly noticed that there was a round spell engraved on the table.

After a few seconds of silence, Chongyu really swept everything on the table to the ground, and began to study the spells on the table seriously.

When playing games, Chongyu was technically a swordsman and didn't learn spells very much;

But after getting in touch with all kinds of strange bosses and dungeons, Chong Yu could barely recognize several types of spells.

Chongyu recognized the spell on the table as a kind of portal.

Moreover, it is also a special customized portal.

When the spell was engraved, it was engraved with the paint mixed with the owner's blood, so this teleportation array only recognizes the owner.

The master is next to the spell, and he only needs to use his own spiritual power to sense it, and he doesn't have to fully reveal the spell to open the portal.

Yuan Wuxin engraved the mantra in such an obvious place, it was for convenience;

Secondly...it must be his unparalleled self-confidence and arrogance.

He was confident that no one could come here without his permission.

All in all, if it weren't for Chongyu's earth-shaking search for things, no one would have been able to find this spell;

Even if you find the spell, you won't be able to get in. Who told you that it was custom-made?

Chongyu studied for a long time, he thought about it, he thought, maybe something related to Yuan Wuxin could be used to deceive this spell.

In the real world, isn't there a lot of news about artificial mental retardation admitting the wrong person?

Chong Yu doesn't believe that this mantra will be more intelligent than the artificial mentally retarded.

Thinking so, Chong Yu did just that.

The original unintentional breath?

Chongyu piled up a pile of Yuan Wuxin's clothes. After a long time, the spell did not respond.

Yuan Wuxin's spiritual power?

Chongyu stretched out a finger, trying to input his spiritual power into the mantra, but with a "poof", the mantra spit out a flame, burning the memorial that was closest to it.

Chong Yu: "..."

Well, it was unintentional...

Chong Yu was dazed for a while, then he looked at his wrist and fell silent.

After a few seconds, Chongyu broke off his left hand. He looked at his bare wrist for a moment, then pinched the bare wrist with his right hand, forcing out a drop of blood from the wrist.

The drop of blood dangled, and under Chong Yu's gaze, it fell into the spell.

In an instant, ripples appeared on the surface of the mantra.

In fact, up to now, Chongyu has almost understood the structure of the current puppet body——

The whole body of the puppet body is made of a strange material, and a small amount of blood flows in the body.

Chong Yu didn't think this blood belonged to him. After all, his "game character" was divided into pieces/corpse by five horses. Logically speaking, no one would store his blood on purpose;

And his puppet body is not a living thing, and it does not produce blood at all.

Then, who did the blood in his body come from?

The answer is self-evident.

Sure enough, after Chongyu dripped blood into the mantra, and after the ripples passed, the mantra was immediately activated and emitted light. The next second, Chongyu stood on a step holding his bare wrist.

Chong Yu: "..."

Too bad, his hand was still on the table.

But at this time, it would be too time-consuming to go out to find my own hands.

Chong Yu wanted to make a quick decision, so he ignored his hand, but hurriedly walked down the steps.

After walking twenty steps, Chongyu entered a secret room.

The secret room is surrounded by stone bricks, and the mermaid lamps are lit all around, and the mermaid lamps are always on, illuminating the secret room like daytime;

There are many wooden cabinets inside, and each wooden cabinet is full of things.

The whole secret room was furnished unpretentiously, and it was clear at a glance, which showed that the master didn't care about the things in the secret room.

This arrangement is convenient for Chong Yu.

Chongyu passed by the wooden cabinet, and he found that most of the wooden cabinets were full of books, but there was no trace of anyone reading them, which meant that no one came down to read them for a long time.

In addition, there are some weapons and runestones placed in the corner.

Chong Yu hurriedly scanned the items, since he was not from the world of Xianxia, ​​he really couldn't see the value of these collections.

Presumably these things can appear here, it must be very valuable.

Without staying for a long time, Chongyu took out the cross-border key that he had stolen from Wuxiang before, and then he took the key and walked quickly towards the deepest part of the secret room.

Fortunately, after so many things, this key was not found.

Chong Yu clutched the key in his hand, his face pale with nervousness.

As Chongyu got closer and closer to the depths of the secret room, the transgressive key became hotter and hotter.

As if guiding, the abnormal temperature of the key made Chongyu firm in his walking direction.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Chong Yu finally came to the end, and he also saw the so-called "God and Demon Well"——

The "God Demon Well" quietly floated at the end of the secret room, presenting a vortex shape.

The blue and white rays of light in the vortex intertwine and rotate, and are finally sucked into a white spot in the center.

Chong Yu stared at the whirlpool, his expression gradually becoming obsessed.

That vortex should obviously be just a dead object, but when people stare into it for a long time, they will have an illusion——

You seem to see everything in the world, past and future, even the present moment when you are looking at the vortex.

At this time, the vortex seems to have an unparalleled charm. It manipulates the curiosity of human beings, driving them to come forward automatically, moths to the flame, until they are swallowed by it.

Just as Chong Yu took a step forward, the key in his palm vibrated suddenly, waking Chong Yu up instantly.

After waking up, Chongyu took a few steps back again and again, and at the same time took his eyes away from the whirlpool.

After doing this, Chongyu broke free from the dizzy magic, and realized that he almost unconsciously wanted to jump directly into the vortex just now.

You must know that this kind of vortex is basically a crack in time and space. If he just jumped into it unconsciously, he might be torn into pieces as soon as he entered, and annihilated in the endless space and time.

Sure enough, in the world of Xianxia, ​​danger is everywhere.

When Chong Yu thought of this, he took a deep breath in embarrassment.

"Forget it, at least it means that there really is a well of gods and demons here."

Chong Yu resisted the impulse, and after taking another look at the whirlpool, he ran back in the direction he came from without looking back.

There is not enough time now, and in addition to the agreement to go with the half-demon, Chongyu is not so impulsive, he will not go through the well of gods and demons alone without making preparations.

When passing these wooden cabinets again on the road, Chongyu paused.

He looked at some jewelry on the wooden cabinet.

A tangled expression was revealed.

Well, if you run out, you will have to pay for the trip.

He didn't want to stump a hero because of a penny after he went out.

After struggling for a while, Chongyu ran to a wooden cabinet, picked and picked for a long time, and only took away a piece of red jade.

"Just treat it as my salary."

Chong Yu murmured, and then put the piece of red jade together into a small hidden bag inside the clothes.

Speaking of which, although storage rings and storage bags are all standard configurations in Xianxia novels...

But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

Not all people have so-called storage rings.

For example, Chong Yu, who is so poor that he only has one set of clothes and a sword.

When he was about to leave the secret room, Chong Yu glanced back at the collection inside, with a face on his shoulders.

Due to limited conditions, Chongyu only dared to bring a little stuff.

If there is a storage bag, he will definitely put all these things away!

Hey, life.

These are not mentioned for now.

After coming out of the secret room, Chong Yu's mood was very complicated——

He has found a "private" god and demon well.

But at the same time, he also knew that his heart was not in the secret room.

Although in the secret room, Chong Yu just explored it hastily, but Chong Yu is 100% sure that during the exploration, he had no waves, and he did not feel the slightest in his body and soul.

Everything shows that the heart is not there.

Even very far away.

The existence of such good news and bad news at the same time made Chongyu a little happy and a little depressed.

Chong Yu adjusted her mood, and began to clean up all kinds of memorials that fell on the ground.

However, just as he picked up a pile of memorials, Chongyu heard a sound from the door.

"eleven?"

Yuan Wuxin came in with something, and after he saw the situation inside the room clearly, Chongyu saw that Yuan Wuxin's face twisted.

A long silence followed.

this silence...

Chong Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he looked around quietly, and probably understood Yuan Wuxin's mood.

Maybe... It's similar to how the owner felt when he saw the huskies tearing down the house after returning home, right?

After a while, Yuan Wuxin turned his head to look at the culprit, and said expressionlessly:

"Kneel down."

There is no need for Yuan Wuxin to say it a second time, Chong Yu knelt down, and he was very conscious:

"Master, I was wrong!"

To his dignity.