If you become a monster, you will succeed

"Wow ah ah ah ah!"

Nezha looked at the inhuman corpse with a look of disbelief on his face. Although this master hadn't taught him anything serious, he was still a god after all, so why was he so careless?

"What to do? What to do? What to do? People are raised by their parents. Even if he is not a good person, someone will be sad if he is beaten to death like this? You can't let him die like this!"

Nezha remembered the pain of losing Xiaomu, and his eyes suddenly became firm. He used the method of attuning wood spirits that he used when resurrecting Xiaomu, and wrapped everything around him, but he didn't integrate his own consciousness into it. Confining Daoist Taiyi's true spirit and soul to a certain range, Nezha has no idea what to do next.

After thinking about it, he turned around and opened the floor, revealing the dug warehouse below, and dug out all kinds of precious wood that his father got from all over the world—although Li Jing often broke his wooden man, because he often took some precious wood For Nezha, the relationship between father and son is pretty good now.

only……

"You can't let dad know about beating someone to death! Find a place to bury it first, and then ask the master to see if there is any way!"

Thinking so, Nezha chose a log that was said to last a thousand years, picked up a chisel and plane, and temporarily opened a coffin to come out.

"You stay inside first, I will ask the master to rescue you."

As he spoke, Nezha shoveled Daoist Taiyi up with the Huntian Ribbon. Although there was some dirt mixed in, Nezha could no longer sieve it, so he could only stuff it into the coffin, and then use his spirituality to seal off the surrounding space. Shrunk, and finally gathered into a fist-sized ball, stuffed into the coffin together.

"Huh, it's time to find the master next, and I don't know where he is now."

Nezha muttered in his heart, glanced at the magic weapon dropped by Daoist Taiyi, stuffed it together with his carpentry cover into the leopard skin bag, and just jumped out of the wall with the coffin on his shoulders.

The servants who have already experienced the things like the third son carrying the coffin and jumping over the wall are not surprised. Although the coffin is a bit big this time, didn't the third son make a large wooden man? Maybe it was messed up by the master again?

Thinking of this, the servants of Li's mansion couldn't help but slander, don't look at Li Zongbing who is usually full of majesty, but he is actually a rough guy who secretly plays with children's toys and always breaks them!

What? Don't you feel childish?

Just kidding, the servants want to play too!

...

It didn't surprise anyone that Nezha carried the coffin around the market. Although it wasn't as common as the servants of Li's family, he would see him once or twice every now and then. Most of them just thought that these three sons were innocent, and they would buy coffins for every toy. He buried himself, and Nezha didn't care much about other people's eyes. He carried the coffin and walked down the street. First, he went to the house where he used to learn carpentry, but found that the cobwebs were covered with thick layers. He could only sigh helplessly. Take a breath.

"This really caused a disaster, and I beat the person who was able to report his name to death..." Nezha remembered Feng Xue's words at the beginning that he said that he should not report his name when he caused trouble, and sighed again, wondering if he should just give this wife a name. Real person B makes a wooden body.

"Well, ordinary puppets can host wood spirits, so it shouldn't be a problem to make a large puppet. The only problem is how to make the spirit body of Taiyi Daoist into a wood spirit... Alas, there is no mention in the trendy carpentry encyclopedia! "

Just when Nezha was having a headache, a desolate huqin sound suddenly rang in his ears. Although it was weak, it immediately cheered him up.

"It seems to be the sound of the master's piano... Is he performing under the flyover again?"

Nezha immediately stood up straight, carried the coffin, and rushed to the bottom of the overpass, and saw his master was wearing a beggar's outfit, playing the huqin very attentively, many passers-by on the side of the road stopped to watch, and from time to time some people were generous Unpack and drop a bill or two, big or small.

Seeing this, Nezha immediately went up, and the people who were squeezed away wanted to scold him angrily, but when he saw the third son carrying the coffin, he immediately shut his mouth, the third son was carrying the coffin, this is not easy to provoke!

All of a sudden, the crowd retreated, and although there were still interested people staying to watch, they were all separated by a long distance.

Seeing Nezha, Feng Xue also stopped playing the erhu, but her face turned dark when she saw the coffin.

He was gathering civilians who could not be bothered in the cracks of the war, but suddenly, Tiangong space station notified him that the biological cpu was intercepted!

Good guy, at first Feng Xue was wondering if it was someone from the Western religion who was acting as a demon again, but when she saw it, what? Is the biological cpu a Taiyi real person? !

Look through the book of life and death again, what? Nezha was the one who killed Taiyi Daoist?

What kind of punk drama is this? !

Of course, Feng Xue also knew very well that if he came directly to the door, it would be a bit deliberate, so he came to the bottom of the overpass again, pulling the Erhu and others, thinking that there would be a day or two buffer, who would have thought that he would pull In two quarters of an hour, Nezha came to the door.

only……

Why are you carrying a coffin?

Couldn't it be the real Taiyi in it?

Are you going to carry the fairy coffin on your shoulders and judge forever?

"Tell me, what's the situation?" Seeing Nezha's hesitant expression, Feng Xue couldn't help sighing again.

Hearing this, Nezha uttered his iconic child cry:

"Wow! Master, I accidentally beat someone to death!"

"Oh?" Feng Xue raised her brows and said with a frown:

"I remember I once told you that to be in awe of life, even if you meet a damned person, you must think carefully, understand the consequences, and have the courage to bear it. So, tell me, the person you killed , damn it?"

Nezha was taken aback by the sudden serious tone, and then said: "He suddenly attacked me, if it wasn't for Xiaomu, I would have died, but I didn't intend to kill him, I just punched him, I thought He won't die...I..."

Seeing that Nezha's mood was somewhat confused, Feng Xue nodded slightly, and then said:

"Since he deserves to die to you, do you have the consciousness to shoulder all the consequences of killing him? I'm not talking about whether you want to kill him, but when everything has become a fait accompli Now, do you have the consciousness to carry this fact on your back?"

Nezha turned his head to look at the coffin on his shoulder, his expression was a little bewildered, but he nodded and said:

"I killed him. If his relatives and friends find him, I will try my best to make up for it. But if they want revenge, I will take it. But I will not sit still. After all, he wanted to kill me!"

Hearing what Nezha said, a smile suddenly appeared on Feng Xue's serious face. He patted Nezha's head lightly, and said with a smile:

"At the beginning, I thought you were still young, so I only spoke half of the sentence, and the second half of that sentence—"

Having said that, he stood up, took the coffin from Nezha's shoulder, and said calmly:

"When you have the consciousness to bear all the consequences of killing human beings, then, welcome to the world of men."

Today, I finally finished writing the new book’s setting set roughly. I wrote a 50,000-word world view and basic structure, as well as a 2,000-word summary of the main character’s cheat sheet, as well as collection illustrations. Next, I’m going to formally write the outline. .

The world view of the new book is probably that there are deep-sea monsters in the sea (not Hai Si), everyone is connected to the dreamland (not the empire of consciousness), watching horror movies may cause nightmares to materialize (not demons), there are cultists and various mutations outside Biology, the four countries are still at war (the pen is not strong enough, so I plan to write about the four big countries, Xinghuan, Shenluo, Hongying, Qingyun (the name will be changed later, I understand it all), and of course there will be some small countries in between).

The ability system is the realization of fantasy, which is the ideal system mentioned earlier, the iron triangle structure of imagination, willpower, and belief power. Because of this system, the technology tree is messy. The protagonist's golden finger is like a pigeon. Then a random system was built, and the rewards the protagonist could get depended entirely on the dice girl.

The tentative name is "The Creator of the Pigeon Line". Of course, as always, it is only tentative. If you have any good ideas, you can mention them.

In addition, I plan because I am a person who tends to produce waste manuscripts when writing books. This "Ghost Talk" can still be written for at least three volumes (plus this volume will be sealed for at least three months). As for whether there can be more... just You can say look at the dice girl.

After all, I still have a lot of waste manuscripts in my hand, so it depends on whether Dice Niang gives me face. If I think the world thrown by Dice Niang can be revived, I will write it. If it is too plain, such as throwing out a traditional fairy, modern Forget about the city or something, there is nothing to write about in this kind of world.