Strange World Survival Manual

The sky is a bit gloomy today, with dark clouds covering the sun, making the earth look a bit gloomy.

Here is an empty hill with dark green trees scattered on it. The trees extend upward along the road up the mountain.

There are grave mounds standing in rows on the mountain. This is a cemetery.

And because of the dark clouds, the air here seems a bit cold.

Coupled with the occasional wind blowing, it can make those who come here feel a bone-deep cold.

"Ta..." A footstep sounded, which seemed a bit abrupt in this quiet cemetery.

Li Si stepped on the stairs of the cemetery and walked up step by step.

To facilitate the management of ghosts, he once ordered people in the Immortal Sect to contact people from the Hong Dynasty to build cemeteries.

And the one in front of me is one of them.

This is Beishan Cemetery, a cemetery north of Hongcheng.

It is also the oldest cemetery and the cemetery with the most graves.

The reason why Li Si came here now was to find someone here.

Or to be precise, a ghost.

The reason why Qi Sanniang was able to come to this world was because an intermediate ghost appeared in this world.

Now, Li Si came to see him.

Li Si stepped on the steps step by step. At this time, there was no other sound except his footsteps.

This cemetery has never been taken care of, nor does it need anyone to take care of it.

So at this time, he was the only one here in this cemetery.

Li Si walked for a while and reached the mountainside. Then he stopped and looked at an empty place. There was a tree and nothing else.

He paused for a moment, then took steps and continued walking upward.

"Did that person see us just now?" A white-faced ghost asked in a low voice under the tree.

His face looked like it was painted in white, and his eyes were all black without any whites, which made him look a little oozing.

Next to him was a child. This child was a girl. She was a little different from the kid. She had a pretty and cute face, just like a porcelain doll, and she looked very festive.

But her eyes were full of white threads, showing that she was not human.

"Probably not, I've never seen mortals see us.".

The white-faced ghost showed greed in his eyes, "Do you want to eat him?"

"No, the underworld is very strict about cannibalism now. If we eat him, we will end up in a state of despair in the future." The girl shook her head, obviously disapproving.

"Haha, we don't eat his soul, just his body. Although there will be some punishment at that time, our soul will never be broken. What's more, the underworld may not be able to find out that we did it. "

The white-faced ghost Jie Jie said with a strange smile.

After hearing his words, the girl's eyes also showed a look of longing. Then she seemed to have thought of something, shook her head and said regretfully: "This is a good plan of yours, but it's a pity that someone got there first."

The white-faced ghost was slightly stunned when he heard this. Then his expression changed slightly and he turned to look at the top of the mountain. At this time, there was a scholar in white standing there.

The scholar in white seemed to feel something. When he saw him, he grinned, showing his sharp white teeth.

"Master Shan." A look of fear appeared on the white-faced ghost's face, and then he quickly shrank his body.

That was Master Shan. Some time ago, the underworld brought people from the Immortal Sect to strangle him, but he was able to escape unscathed.

Master Shan even took off the head of a city god in the underworld and killed several immortal disciples.

If a big shot hadn't come from the Immortal Sect and scared Shan Ye back, all the people from the Immortal Sect and the people from the underworld who came here would have been killed by Shan Ye.

He definitely cannot mess with this kind of character.

Thinking of this, the white-faced ghost showed a look of pity on his face. That person was also unlucky. If he and others ate him, he would still have a chance to be reincarnated. But if you are eaten by Master Shan, even the chance of reincarnation will be gone.

"Let's go." The girl next to her also had a look of fear on her face and pulled the sleeve of the white-faced ghost. She knew that this mountain master not only eats people, but also eats ghosts.

"Okay." The white-faced ghost nodded, and then the two of them went to their residence.

On the other side, Li Si also felt something. Looking ahead, he saw a platform on the top of the hill. On the platform, a scholar in white was standing in front of a desk, holding a brush and writing something.

He stepped onto the platform and walked closer, only to see the scholar in white writing.

Li Si watched quietly and said nothing.

The scholar in white was a little surprised when he saw that Li Si didn't speak, but he still patiently wrote the poem.

"One, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight, nine, ten or eleven. They flew into the grass and disappeared."

Li Si frowned when he looked at this poem. He also read a lot and even ranked first in the provincial examination. When he saw this poem, he felt a little awkward.

This poem is called Ode to Flowers. The first three sentences are ordinary, but the last sentence seems to sublimate the previous three sentences, but it seems too far-fetched.

Of course, this person's handwriting is pretty good, and he seems to have practiced it specially.

"Brother, why are you frowning?" The scholar in white put the brush aside and asked Li Si.

He felt a little angry. He seemed to have read some books before, so he planned to do some elegant things before eating this person.

But now it seems that although this man is wearing scholar's clothes, he is actually just a vulgar creature.

"Your poems are not very good." Li Si shook his head and said.

"Oh, you also know poetry?"

Hearing Li Si's words, the scholar in white smiled and became even more angry.

"I know a little bit." Li Si smiled, not caring about the ghost's anger.

The scholar in white sneered when he heard this, "Okay, in that case, just write a song and see if you can't..."

At this point, he paused and continued: "If you can't write it, you and I will never give up."

At this time, there was a sinister look in his eyes. If this person couldn't write poetry, then he would make this person raw meat slices and eat them in one bite.

Thinking of this, fluid even flowed out of his mouth.

Li Si nodded when he heard what he said, walked in front of the case, picked up the brush beside him and started writing.

"The bright moon is frightening the magpies on the other branches, and the breeze is blowing in the middle of the night. The cicadas are chirping. The fragrance of the rice flowers tells of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard."

Seeing this, the scholar in white frowned slowly. He knew poetry, so he could naturally see that this person's poetry was very good, and his calligraphy had become famous. His strokes were strong, comfortable and realistic, and his atmosphere was natural. This was his far-reaching goal. Incomparable.

This calligraphy alone made him crazy with jealousy.

"Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three o'clock rain is in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw the bridge over the creek when the road turned."

Li Si raised his pen and wrote "Xin Qiji wrote on Xijiang Moon in the 10th year of Hongwu Year, Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road".

"Your name is Xin Qiji?" The scholar in white looked at Li Si and asked in a hoarse voice.

"That's right." Li Si smiled and said.

Naturally, he is unwilling to plagiarize other people's poems. If so, he would like to use those people's names to spread their poems in the world.

It's just that the time is too short and it is not allowed.

"Good words." The scholar in white nodded and put aside the paper written by Li Si.

Then he looked at Li Si and said coldly: "Then do you dare to compete with me in painting?"

His eyes were full of blood, and he no longer looked human. He looked like a madman, and his eyes seemed as if Li Si rejected him and he was going to eat Li Si.

When Li Si heard what he said, he paused slightly, then showed a smile and said, "If you want to compete, then let's compete."

"Okay!" When the scholar in white heard this, the crazy look on his face disappeared and he returned to his original appearance.

It seems that if he achieves his goal, he will become human.

But although his human appearance has been restored, it cannot change the fact that he is a ghost inside.

Then the scholar in white thought for a moment, then picked up the brush and stroked it like a dragon or a snake. With just a few strokes, he sketched out a tiger.

The black ink on the white background is hideous and terrifying, with its bloody mouth wide open, as if it is about to jump out of the painting and choose people to devour.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the tiger in the painting suddenly roared and jumped out of the painting. A white tiger about ten feet long appeared and looked at Li Si with stern eyes.

"What do you think of my painting?" The scholar in white chuckled and looked at Li Si with a proud look in his eyes.

When Li Si heard this, he paused, looked at the tiger beside him, nodded and said: "Making things out of paintings is like a miracle. It's very good to get the flesh and the bones."

Hearing what he said, the scholar in white became even more proud. He decided not to deal with Ling Chi later and just eat it alive.

"But your painting is not very impressive." Just when his face showed a proud look, Li Si said again.

After saying this, the scholar in white's face immediately changed. He looked at Li Si with stern eyes and said in a cold voice, "Who do you think you are? You dare to say that my paintings have no spirit?"

"Roar!"

The white tiger on the side also opened his mouth and roared, and looked at Li Si with a solemn look.

"You...have never seen a real tiger, right?" Li Si paused after hearing this and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scholar in white's expression immediately changed, and he looked at Li Si as if he was seeing a monster.

Why is this person so powerful? Just seeing his own painting, he knows that he has never seen a real tiger?

"Sure enough, it's strange to have to see its spirit." Li Si shook his head, then looked at the white tiger and sighed: "Although your tiger has a tiger body, its artistic conception is like a cat. I'm afraid you copied the cat and painted the tiger."

"Fart, I've seen a real tiger!" The scholar in white roared angrily.

The tiger on the side also showed a ferocious look, opened its mouth and roared.

"Meow!"

After the tiger roared, the place immediately fell silent.

When the scholar in white heard this meow, his face immediately turned red, as if he was like a monkey's butt.

After Li Si saw through the tiger's true colors, it returned to its original state and could no longer roar.

"Shall I draw one for you to see?" Li Si asked with a smile.

"You draw! You draw for me!"

When the scholar in white heard this, he threw the brush in his hand at Li Si angrily.

This brush poked directly into Li Si's eyes, extremely fiercely.

However, when Li Si saw the pen being thrown at him, he didn't blink. He just reached out his hand lightly and gently caught the pen in the air.

The ink on the tip of the pen spilled slightly and fell on the open space beside it, looking extremely cool.

Seeing Li Si's move, the scholar in white sneered and stood aside. He didn't care much about Li Si's martial arts, he just wanted to see what Li Si was going to do.

Li Si smiled, picked up the brush, walked to the case, and started drawing lightly.

His paintings are very ordinary, and most of them were obtained from the original owner.

So as soon as he started writing, the scholar in white next to him sneered. He was a master of painting, so he could naturally tell Li Si's painting skills at a glance.

Li Si painted a little slowly, and it took some time before the shape on the rice paper took shape.

When the scholar in white clothes saw this, he felt even more angry. This man was actually like himself, also painted a tiger!

He really wanted to lift Li Si's collar.

Are you fucking teaching me how to draw? Are you teaching me how to draw a tiger?

But he was angry in his heart, but did not make any move. He was sure in his heart that this person's painting skills were definitely not as good as his own, so he simply let this person paint, and then ridiculed him fiercely before eating him.

Thinking of that scene, the scholar in white showed a weird smile on his face.

Li Si painted very slowly. Although his painting skills were not good, his hands were very steady and he was very serious about every stroke and every painting.

In this way, he can make up for the gap in painting skills with the scholar in white.

Moreover, the difference between him and the scholar in white is that he has seen tigers, and even the more ferocious tiger monster among tigers.

So I can draw very easily.

When Li Si painted, he didn't use much ink.

In a corner where the scholar in white clothes could not see, a trace of dark red blood in his hand fell along the brush, like pen and ink, falling on the rice paper, just like ink.

As time goes by, the tiger between Li Si's pen and ink becomes clearer. As the tiger's muscle lines become clearer, a breathtaking power appears in the painting.

The scholar in white clothes on the side looked ugly when he saw this. Although he had better painting skills, he couldn't draw such power at all.

He lost.

Although this man is not as good at painting, the artistic conception and form of this tiger far surpass him.

"How's it going?" Li Si put down the final payment on the rice paper, and then asked the scholar in white with a smile.

When the scholar in white heard this, his eyes turned red, and he roared hoarsely: "Aren't your paintings as natural as mine? My paintings can come to life, can yours?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he became angry and shouted: "I'll let it eat you!"

"Meow!" Bai Hu roared angrily and rushed towards Li Si.

"Roar!"

At this time, a very majestic roar came.

As this roar came out, the leaves in the cemetery were shaken off, and then everything became silent.

The roar of the white tiger just now was suppressed even more, and the sound was as thin as a mosquito fly.

The white tiger's whole body was shaking like chaff.

Then there was the sound of liquid hitting the ground.

But the white tiger was so frightened that he peed.

The book ghost in white had never seen such a situation before, and he was dumbfounded. This method of making paintings into reality was only achieved after he became a ghost. He never thought that he could see others using this method.

And just when the book ghost in white stood there blankly, a huge tiger head appeared from Li Si's painting.

This tiger is a black tiger with dark black stripes and light black fur.

It came out of the painting and jumped from the table to the ground aside.

After coming out, it did not roar again, but turned around and looked at the scholar in white calmly.

Although he didn't make any sound, the tiger's power came from within.

Li Si smiled when he saw this, and he was extremely calm, like this black tiger.

"Roar!"

At this time, the black tiger roared and jumped out.

This black tiger is extremely fast, even if the scholar in white is an intermediate ghost at this time, he cannot react.

He could only watch in horror as the black tiger's bloody mouth bit into his head.

There was a clicking sound, and the scholar in white was already unconscious.

After a while, the scholar in white and the white tiger were devoured by the black tiger.

Li Si watched this scene quietly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

It seems that my achievement is still acceptable.

Some time ago, he took Lu Zhuang into a dream and allowed Lu Zhuang to live a new life in modern society.

And he himself would naturally not do nothing.

After all, due to the special reasons in the dream and Xiaoyu's blessing, the longevity technique was deduced in two years.

In the following time, he observed Lu Zhuang's situation and guided Lu Zhuang, but he also deduced the blood energy technique.

At this time, he can already do many things with blood energy, and blood energy transformation is one of the results.

In addition, Li Si also constructed a dream world with the help of Qi Sanniang.

From now on, Qi Sanniang can ask her to create a time traveler every once in a while.

Li Si believes that this secret realm will get better and better with the help of 'travelers'.

Thinking of this, he also thought of something and shook his head slightly.

If the 'traveler' behaves badly, let the immortal sect or the underworld deal with it.

Afterwards, Li Si stopped thinking about this matter and walked down the mountain.

There are still some wild ghosts here, but he doesn't care much about the wild ghosts here. This is a matter for the underworld.

There are some poems, but I wrote more than a hundred free words. Don’t mind.

I'm studying recently. The one who rode an electric bike last time had 12 points deducted. Now I want to get them back.

If you don't get it back, you will have to take the driver's license test again.

After the exam is over, I will start adding more chapters.