12dz Chapter 255: Strange Talk about Rules: Light and Dark Cities (11)
Chapter 255: Strange Talk about Rules: Light and Dark Cities (11)
Xie Lang picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into his mouth.
The fish meat melts in your mouth, fragrant but not greasy, tender but not rotten. I have to say that although this is a world of horror stories, the food here is no worse than the real world.
On the contrary, since ghost stories have always been based on rules, they excessively pursue perfection in some aspects, even food must be colorful, fragrant and delicious.
Not only that, there are also strange stories that specialize in studying the various ways humans eat, which parts taste better, how to eat more elegantly, and they even write books and give classes for this purpose.
What Qiu Zhengyi revealed today is just the tip of the iceberg.
Just as Xie Lang was enjoying the fish banquet, hundreds of challengers were killed.
In Milode's live broadcast room.
Milod did not go out and kept shivering in the room.
He had read the city rules and Chen Siqi's letter, but he felt that it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false rules. All of them seemed fake. In addition, the death of the challenger in the previous copy had been lingering in his mind.
He felt that he would suffer the same fate.
So he kept praying to God, hoping to live one more second.
He is hungry.
There were some ingredients in the fridge, and he couldn't cook.
I dare not go out.
So he ordered a takeaway on his phone.
'Bang bang bang! ! '
There was a knock on the door, and Milod's heart began to pound.
"Hello, takeaway."
Milod was startled and didn't know whether he should open the door.
The delivery man outside the door saw that no one answered and thought that his voice was too soft, so he continued to knock on the door, a little louder.
Milod became even more frightened, afraid that the ghost story would break in through the door, and said in a trembling voice: "Outside the door...just leave it outside the door."
The delivery man heard the voice, hesitated for a moment, and then put the food on the ground: "It's ready, remember to come and get it."
After a long time, Milod saw no movement, so he walked carefully to the peephole of the living room door. After seeing that there was no one there, he opened a hole and took the takeaway in.
When I opened the takeaway, the aroma was overwhelming.
Milod hesitated for a moment and thought, "It should be edible."
His stomach growled and Milod couldn't help but start eating.
He picked up the chopsticks and started to enjoy the food. The moment the food entered his mouth, abscesses appeared on his body, but Milod was completely unaware.
"Delicious, it's really delicious." Milod couldn't stop eating. He ate all the food in one breath, even the soup.
After eating, Milod looked very satisfied, but he didn't notice that his face was covered with yellow blisters. The blisters were getting bigger and bigger, and some of them burst directly, splashing out thick liquid.
"I want to eat, I want to eat more, give me food, give me food..." Milod had lost his mind, with only the desire for food in his eyes. He opened the door with a bang and ran out.
At this time, the neighbor also came out of the door, holding a piece of cake and led Milod into the house.
[Tulip Inter Milan Rod has been polluted]
After the live broadcast room went dark, some viewers speculated on the cause of his death.
"What's going on? The takeaway is poisonous? That doesn't make sense. The challenger from the Flying Fish Nation across the river ordered takeaway and it was fine? Does the food have to be divided among people?"
"Some challengers were fine after eating it, but some were. I don't understand this!!"
"The case has been solved. Search Meng Qi's live broadcast room."
…………
teacher's office.
There was a family bucket of fried chicken and hamburgers on Meng Qi's desk. He dipped the French fries in ketchup and started eating.
The French fries were fried until crispy and made a crunchy sound when bitten. Meng Qi ate quickly, but she didn't look sloppy at all. Instead, she looked quite elegant.
"Brother, I told you I wouldn't hurt you." After Zhao Cheng finished eating the fried chicken leg, he wiped his mouth with a tissue, then patted Meng Qi on the shoulder and said, "How is it? The fried chicken burger here tastes pretty good, right?"
Meng Qi doesn’t know how to cook, and she doesn’t dare to go to the cafeteria to eat at noon, let alone go to a restaurant outside. She planned to starve until night.
"It's really good." Meng Qi nodded, and then showed a puzzled look: "I told you a weird story, why are you helping me?"
When I came to the office in the morning, I was troubled by a strange story. It was Zhao Cheng who solved the problem. Not only that, he also told me some things to pay attention to here, which made the morning go so smoothly.
It was Zhao Cheng who told me the intricacies of takeout this time. Some restaurants’ food is cooked for humans, while some is cooked for ghost stories.
Some stores only have a few dishes that are cooked for humans, while other stores are like opening blind boxes, sometimes what is delivered is normal, and sometimes it is not. These stores are dedicated to defrauding people.
Zhao Cheng pointed out the takeout he could order so that he wouldn't go hungry.
"Help you?" Zhao Cheng shook his head, as if he thought of something, chuckled, then stood up and pressed Meng Qi's shoulders.
Looking directly into his eyes, he said solemnly: "Brother, you must remember that you should not trust anyone, including me."
"Why?" Meng Qi stopped what he was doing and asked seriously.
"Ignorance is bliss, you know?" Zhao Cheng sat back in his seat, gulped down a bottle of Fatty's Water, and then pressed the empty bottle heavily on the table: "Sometimes the more you know, the faster you die."
Meng Qi nodded, but disagreed in her heart.
Ignorance may be bliss, but ignorance also means dying without knowing the reason.
"No matter what the situation, never, ever step into someone else's private space. No matter how trustworthy he seems, anyone who invites you to his home has ulterior motives." Zhao Cheng continued, "Apart from your own home, the safest place is in public. They won't dare to attack you unless you break the rules. Few ghost stories can withstand the backlash of the rules."
"Not many? In other words, there are ghost stories."
"There are two. If you can avoid them, avoid them. If you can't avoid them, don't offend them." Zhao Cheng thought for a moment, then said, "One is the president Chen Siqi. His photo is in the university brochure. The other is the owner of the Jieyou Store, who is also the life-sacrificing master Lu Xiyan."
As he spoke, Zhao Cheng opened the photo album on his cell phone and showed him a photo of Xie Lang. In the picture, Xie Lang was wearing a dark purple French robe, holding a gold-rimmed book in his right hand, with a nonchalant look in his eyes, as if he didn't care about anything.
Meng Qi's eyes widened in surprise, "It's her."
"have you seen?"
"Yes, she lives in the building next to mine, and she made eye contact with me last night."
Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, and after calming down, he said, "It's okay, just don't offend her. She won't kill anyone on her own initiative. But don't make a deal with her, or you'll die."
Hearing Zhao Cheng speaking so seriously, Meng Qi also replied solemnly: "Okay, I understand."
Then Zhao Cheng talked to Meng Qi about some rules. After a while, Meng Qi suddenly asked, "Brother Zhao, do you know what sunshine water is?"
The rules say that he must drink sunshine water before going out every day, but he always feels weird about it.
Because normal people don’t need to drink strange water when they go out.
Zhao Cheng's face froze for a moment, and he looked at Meng Qi and said seriously, "You must drink the sunshine water."
Meng Qi had been paying attention to Zhao Cheng's expression, so he naturally didn't miss the momentary stiffness in his expression. Although it was only for a brief moment, he still noticed it.
There is a problem with the sunlight water.
"What happens if you don't drink?"
"You'll die." Zhao Cheng's face changed slightly: "You didn't drink it!"
Seeing that Zhao Cheng's expression didn't look fake, Meng Qi said, "No, I drank it when I left home this morning."
"That's good." Zhao Cheng nodded and reminded again: "Xiao Meng, if you want to survive, you must drink the sunshine water."
Seeing this, many viewers in the real world flocked into Meng Qi’s live broadcast room.
"No wonder some people who ordered takeout were fine, but others were in trouble. So this is the situation!"
"Meng Qi is awesome. It's only the first day, and he has found out so much information. Plus, he has become friends with a ghost. God bless our China!"
"Meng Qi is from my country of Kimchi. When we return to the real world, I will let him recognize his ancestors and return to his roots."
"How can the Korean nation be so shameless? When they see a challenger who performs well, they say he is from Korea. If they are so powerful, why don't they say that the whole universe is from Korea?"
"It's just shit luck. This time the victory will definitely belong to Sakura Country. Fujiwara no Zaino of the Fujiwara family was also elected this time. He has received an aristocratic education since he was a child. You lucky bastards can't compare to him."
"I thought it was a dog barking, but when I looked closely, I realized it was Xiao Rizi showing off!"
"..."
The world of ghost stories at 16:30 in the afternoon.
It's time to get off work and finish class.
The surviving challengers have different mindsets.
Some people spent the day trembling with fear and fighting ghost stories, some people's hands and feet were shaking when they left their workstations, some people put life and death aside, and some people were lucky and everything went smoothly...
No. 1207, Mingguang Road, Jieyou Store.
Xie Lang held a fan in his right hand and fanned himself gently, while he leaned against the counter and closed his eyes to rest.
Although the eyes are closed, the senses are not closed.
There were a few more people in the store, looking at the merchandise on the shelves curiously.
"Is this the Worry-Solving Store? I heard that as long as you can afford the price, you can buy any product." A man picked up a wooden comb from the shelf. The comb was exquisitely crafted and had wood grain on it. It looked like an ordinary comb, but it felt cold in the hand.
This cool feeling is different from the coldness of ice. It is a coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow. It feels like touching a corpse. There is no temperature, which is weird enough.
'Strange wooden comb, can resist fatal damage from a strange story, price: 200'
After seeing the introduction and price, Zhang Xiaoming was a little shocked. This wooden comb can resist damage from ghost stories, which means it can save one from death.
He put the wooden comb back and looked at the umbrella next to him. The umbrella was red, but this red was different from the usual red. It was more like the color of blood, like a red dyed with blood, and it felt equally cold to the touch.
'Red bone umbrella, immune to air pollution, effective for 72 hours, price: 100'
Meanwhile, other customers in the store were browsing items on the shelves.
Qingming Pill, no contamination within 2 hours after taking, price: 200
Heart Paper, can resist one rule, price: 300
Wei Ming Dan, after taking it, all pollution in the body will be removed. Price: Life
Pisces jade pendant, wearing it can make you immune to air pollution, effective for 2 months, price:
Yin-Yang Pen, add a rule after the rule and make it effective for 5 minutes, price: Life
……
Looking at these goods, everyone's eyes became red, and they wished they could take these items for themselves.
At this time, a man took a dozen items and threw them onto the counter, saying generously: "I want all of these."
Otis selected goods that were not based on price. He only took a dozen or so items because his two hands could only hold so many and he would not be able to take more.
Xie Lang opened his eyes, his calm gaze full of oppression, staring at Odis, and said, "You can't afford the price."
The tone was calm, but did not allow for argument.
This movement immediately attracted the attention of other customers in the store.
"What a joke! How could I not be able to afford it?" In reality, Odis is a businessman on the rich list. He has always been arrogant. In addition, the identity he randomly got this time is a senior executive of a bank. With this identity, it is not easy for him to make money.
He put his hands on the counter and said, "I have plenty of money. There is nothing in the world that I can't afford."
"Tell me, how much do you want?"
Odis believes that money is omnipotent. As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't buy. If there is, it means that the money is not enough.
Today he was using money to bribe Guitan to provide him with information, so he thought that Xie Lang also wanted money.
Xie Lang smiled and said calmly: "Money is useless to me. The number in the commodity price column is not money, but vitality. What I want is your vitality."
"You're kidding me!" Odis always liked to throw money at people, but when he encountered something that money couldn't solve, he got angry: "The price you put up is clearly a string of numbers, what else can it be if not money? Now you say you don't want money, are you kidding us?"
"I'm telling you, I have plenty of money. Just tell me a number." Odis looked at Xie Lang and said, "I'm the manager of Mingguang Bank. With this identity, there's no way I won't be able to give you money."
Odis is not stupid. When he heard Xie Lang talk about vitality, although he didn't understand what vitality was, he thought it should be very important, so he only talked about money.
He still feels that there is nothing that money can't do.
He revealed his identity with the intention of threatening Xie Lang. He thought that Xie Lang was just a shop owner, and after hearing his identity, he had to give him face.
"First, I don't want any money. There's a notice outside the door, and I guess you came in without reading it."
Xie Lang did not list out a list of rules like other ghost stories, but simply wrote on the rule sheet, "There are no other rules in this store, everyone who enters is a customer." In addition, there was a line of small words at the bottom.
'We don't accept money in the store. The amount marked under the products is not money, but life.'
"Secondly, if you can't afford the price, your identity will be useless." Xie Lang's face was calm, and he was unmoved by Odis's threats.
Odis really wanted to take out a stack of banknotes and throw it directly on Xie Lang's head, but he didn't have any money now. Xie Lang was a weirdo, and he didn't know if it would break the rules if he threw it at her.
So I decided to take a step back and ask, “What is vitality?”
"To put it more intuitively, it is vitality." Xie Lang said without hesitation: "All living things have vitality, that is, vitality. Without vitality, flowers will wither, trees will die, rivers will dry up, and people... will die."
"Life force is equivalent to human life span. The less vitality one has, the shorter life span one has. And what I trade is vitality."
Xie Lang explained patiently, and as she explained, the challengers in the store changed their expressions one after another.
Some even put the products back on the shelves reluctantly.
Odis's expression also changed. He looked at Xie Lang. The other party just explained calmly, but he always felt that Xie Lang was mocking him.
It's like saying to poor people, if you can't afford it, don't take it.
If he puts it back now, he will lose face. He cannot put it back for the sake of his own face. He shouted: "You are so mysterious. Don't scare me. I didn't grow up to be scared..."
"So, you are planning to rob?" Xie Lang looked at Odis with a smile, his eyes full of murderous intent, making Odis feel that the temperature in the store suddenly dropped a few degrees.
This is a threat, a naked threat.
Odis's momentum weakened instantly. He had no way to retreat now. He picked up a product at random under Xie Lang's gaze and said, "I want to buy this."
He thought, it's just a matter of losing a little life, exchanging it for a life-saving item is not something that is difficult to accept.
Xie Lang returned to normal, looked at the merchandise in Odis's hand, and smiled, "Are you sure?"
'Spirit-suppressing bead, can resist two times of damage from ghost stories, price: 500'
"What? I can't even afford the price for this little bead!" Odis said arrogantly. He could be weak in anything except his momentum.
"Yes, yes, but..."
"Since that's okay, then stop talking nonsense and don't waste my time." But in his heart he was thinking, how dare you lose face for him, if you weren't a weirdo, I would have beaten you up long ago.
"The deal is done." Xie Lang's tone became cold, as if there was no warmth mixed in it.
At the same time, Odis felt something was being peeled off from him. He wanted to grab it, but he couldn't.
Then, Odis's vitality gradually weakened. He was full of life one second, but exuded death the next. Although his appearance had not changed, other people at the scene could feel Odis's deathly aura, like the smell of a dead person.
"I'm not buying it, I'm not buying it." Odis felt the changes in himself and shouted quickly.
But unfortunately, once a deal is made, it cannot be changed.
Odis fell heavily, all his life was taken away from him.
he died.
He was holding a bead in his hand.
Everyone was shocked.
At this time, Xie Lang's voice sounded: "People die when they have no chance to live. He gave up all his chances of life to buy this bead."