N-A-A Chapter 320 It’s crazy!
Chapter 320 It’s crazy!
The entire abyss was freezing cold, and all you could see was a vast expanse of white.
Xiao Qianchuan shivered with cold as soon as he stepped into this space.
He gritted his teeth and spent 500 points to redeem a full set of warm down jackets. He felt that the chill blowing on his face could not be dispelled, and it went straight into the bones through the collar.
However, the man behind the stone tablet was only wearing a thin aqua-green gown, which had been worn ragged by the wind and snow over the years.
Frozen into an ice sculpture.
He lowered his head, his waist-length hair was silvery white and soft, covering most of his body. His palms and insteps were pierced by thick, long, curved iron nails, nailed to the stone tablet.
Xiao Qianchuan had seen this kind of nail in the cemetery behind the orphanage.
The nails, which are as thick as an adult's thumb, are bent at 90 degrees before use. They are used to seal the coffins of people who have died unexpectedly. Usually only one nail is needed on each side to firmly nail the coffin shut.
This man had four nails pierced into his body.
Xiao Qianchuan was thankful that Luo Xie interrupted his attack in time, otherwise he would have accidentally cut the poor guy in half.
Xiao Qianchuan took back the machete and stuck it in the snow at his feet, then slowly slowed down his breathing.
Don't be so nervous!
Xiao Qianchuan kept telling himself to relax, but the fact that he was about to pass the last level made him unable to calm down.
So much so that after entering the abyss, his entire spirit was extremely tense, otherwise he would not have drawn his sword at the slightest movement.
Later he realized that this was the interference of the copy on his emotions. And this influence became stronger and stronger, making Xiao Qianchuan a little scared.
What if the person behind the stone tablet just now was Lanbo?
No, no! It can't be him. That guy is the lucky son of the system.
Even if he really hid behind the stone tablet, Luo Xie would definitely stop him in time.
But if it was Lan Bo just now, would Luo Xie really try to stop him?
Xiao Qianchuan suddenly became uncertain.
Luo Xie never cared about anyone's life or death. In his eyes, killing a person was like crushing an ant. Other people's lives were not worth mentioning, and he would not care about them.
Luo Xie would only take it into consideration unless he specifically reminded him or begged for mercy.
To be honest, Xiao Qianchuan didn't think that Luo Xie would receive special protection just because Lan Bo was his friend.
Then it can only explain one problem.
Luo Xie knew the man nailed to the stone tablet, and was willing to cut off one of his tentacles to protect his body.
After coming to this conclusion, Xiao Qianchuan felt as if he might have a brain disease, and a serious one.
What on earth was he thinking about?
But he couldn't control himself from thinking too much.
This person has fair skin, a narrow waist and long legs, obviously the type that Luo Xie likes.
Xiao Qianchuan suddenly became curious about the man in front of him, and wanted to know who the body belonged to and what kind of position he held in Luo Xie's heart.
It's crazy!
After walking around the stone tablet, Xiao Qianchuan stood opposite the man who was nailed to the cross in the same posture as Jesus during his crucifixion.
Looking up and taking a closer look at the person in front of him, Xiao Qianchuan frowned, and besides feeling irritated, there was a hint of pity in his heart.
The cruel methods inflicted on this man were far more than just the four long nails.
An iron chain as thick as an arm passed through the man's chest, wrapped around his thin ribs, and then penetrated through his waist and abdomen and nailed into the stone tablet.
The chains and nails had grown together with the flesh and blood at the wound. It seemed that the man was nailed to the stone tablet for a long time before he died.
Xiao Qianchuan has never been a person who easily empathizes with others, and sometimes he can even be considered indifferent.
But at this moment, he inexplicably felt the same pain as a stranger. His chest felt stuffy, his lower abdomen ached, and his hands and feet became cold.
The discomfort made Xiao Qianchuan have difficulty breathing.
The giant jellyfish noticed something was wrong with Xiao Qianchuan and quickly moved over, using its tentacles to hold up his shaky body. It then waved its tentacles in front of his eyes in worry.
Xiao Qianchuan covered his chest and took a deep breath, then patted his tentacles to indicate that he was fine.
The discomfort from the palpitations soon subsided, and the discomfort just now seemed like an illusion. Xiao Qianchuan stood still and walked forward a few steps.
He observed the man nailed to the stone tablet closely and couldn't help but poke the other's arm with a finger.
Due to the effect of low temperature preservation, this person looks like he has just died and his skin still retains elasticity.
Xiao Qianchuan suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.
Is this guy not dead yet?
He reached out and touched the inside of the man's wrist, trying to feel for his pulse, but before he could feel any fluctuations, he retracted his hand as if he had received an electric shock.
As Xiao Qianchuan moved, his fingers actually pulled out a red thread on the man's wrist.
The bright red color and the sticky touch on the fingertips were very familiar, and Xiao Qianchuan was startled.
Isn’t this the red spider silk that Lanbo dropped to Qiyuan to save his life?
Xiao Qianchuan took off the red silk stuck to his fingertips and let go of his hand. The thin thread retracted into the inside of the man's wrist with a whoosh.
The man's palm was nailed to the stone tablet with the palm facing inward. Xiao Qianchuan approached the stone tablet and examined it from the side, and found that the flesh there had been cut open by a sharp weapon.
Is that red spider silk his blood?
When Xiao Qianchuan saw the color of the spider silk, he imagined that it was blood, but he dismissed that terrible guess in just a moment.
Because the red spider silk did not have the slightest smell of blood, it was impossible for it to be blood flowing from a human body.
If it's not human blood, then what about monsters?
All the speculations seem to have answers at this moment.
Luo Xie doesn't care about the life and death of other humans except him. But what if that guy is a monster like him?
The bond between their own kind must be much deeper than that of a mere human like him!
No wonder Luo Xie had such a reaction.
This monster nailed to the stone tablet is not dead!
Xiao Qianchuan did not feel happy when he learned the truth, but only felt a pain in his heart.
He was so frustrated that he wanted to do something to divert his attention.
Pulling out the ghost-head knife stuck in the snow, Xiao Qianchuan shivered subconsciously, just like holding a popsicle with his bare hands. But he did not let go, but put the knife on the monster's neck.
The guy didn't react at all. He just lowered his head and quietly played the role of a qualified corpse.
The giant jellyfish's dozen tentacles suddenly became panicked, trying to wrap around the blade, but they were afraid that they could not control the force and accidentally ram the knife into the man's body, so they could only gesture helplessly in front of Xiao Qianchuan.
But the more Luo Xie wanted to stop him, the more Xiao Qianchuan didn't want to do as he wished.
With a flip of his wrist, Xiao Qianchuan used the blade of his knife to lift the monster's jaw, wanting to see what this fellow worthy of Luo Xie's protection looked like.
But this man's hair was thick and long, covering his face with only a high nose bridge. Judging from the nose alone, his bone structure should be good.
Xiao Qianchuan stretched out his hand to smooth away the long hair that was covering the other person's face, but suddenly a scream from behind interrupted his action.
"Master! You are finally here."