Infinite script kill

Chapter 75 New Script Begins

"Quick, use this to collect that black blood."

Song Lao took out a small glass bottle with a dropper and asked him to collect the black blood.

When he collected the black blood and put it under the sun, the strange thing was that the clear black liquid actually became a little transparent under the sun. When he took it back, he found that it was as black as ink again.

"This thing is called resentment. People fight for breath when they are alive. When people die, they have to spit it out. But after most people die, there are still many things they can't let go of. They hold their breath and refuse to let it out. This is resentment. "

Xu Tong nodded suddenly, but he didn't expect such a statement.

Looking at it again, I saw the uncle lying on the rocking chair, the pale face actually began to turn a lot rosy.

"Okay, it's none of your business, you go back first, and I'll inform the family."

Song Lao waved his hand and signaled him to go back first. Xu Tong thought about it, yes, after the police came to conduct an autopsy, staying here would only add to the uncertainty, so he put away his things, left the alley first, and went home to wait.

When he got home, he first followed Song Long's words, walked into the room, opened the old man's bedside table, and saw that there were boxes full of books neatly placed inside.

All of these books, without exception, are old editions of thread-bound books. Most of these book covers have been yellowed, and some are even seriously faded, but overall they are not damaged or cornered at all.

It can be seen that these books are all carefully protected by Song Lao. He picked up a copy at random, opened it, and saw that the first page was still printed on the first page.

According to Song Lao's instructions, he opened the second row of bookcases, and there were not many books in it.

The book was obviously a few years old. After Xu Tong opened the two pages, he couldn't help frowning. Without him, it was because most of the words in the book were written in classical Chinese or traditional Chinese, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, there is an annotation translation written by Song Lao.

Just as he casually flipped back, he suddenly looked startled, and saw an invitation card with a blue shimmer suddenly tucked in the page.

This time, the invitation card has a blue light background, but it is covered with a little bright red handprint.

Looking back, I saw a rotten head, staring at him with a grim face, as if he wanted to jump out of it and bite himself.

"interesting!"

Looking at this invitation card, Xu Tong has already begun to look forward to it.

Compared with the tasks and rewards of the script world, he is more concerned about the process of the story itself. In the last script, because of Yang Zixuan and others, he was unable to experience the story itself. Fortunately, the final ending was better than he expected. Be good.

And this time, his strength has been greatly improved, and he is looking forward to what the script world will be like this time.

Thinking of this, he put away the invitation card and sat outside the door holding the book.

After about an hour, I saw Song Lao walking back with a cane. Seeing Xu Tong sitting there reading a book, he nodded in relief.

"How is it, curious?"

Song Lao sat down on the chair beside him and looked at Xu Tong sideways. Originally, he was worried that what he did just now would scare him, but now it seems that his worries are a little unnecessary.

Xu Tong didn't answer, but nodded with a smile.

"Well, I thought I would pass you on in a few years, but I'm getting old, and maybe I won't see the sun tomorrow, so I might as well teach you in advance, anyway, your basic skills are solid."

"Didn't you make a little paper figurine last night? Let me see it."

Hearing that Song Lao wanted to see his own work, Xu Tong immediately understood the meaning of coming to the old man's house, and immediately ran to the firewood room, and then took the fat man out of the props book and showed him to the old man.

Song Lao took a look and took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms. Seeing this, Xu Tong hurriedly took out his cigar. Unfortunately, Song Lao glanced at it and shook his head: "I'm not used to smoking this kind of foreign stuff."

Then he lit his cigarette and picked up the fat man: "Hey, don't say it, he really looks like a fat grandson!"

Speaking of this, his eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly hid it again, hugging the fat man and repeatedly praised:
"Yes, it's done really well, but this face is not full enough. You will use sandpaper to grind it here a few times, and your face will rise."

"And this, this... Pay attention to the corners of your mouth, when you open your mouth, you must have a sense of tension, you must learn to hide, and you will use a knife to cut off a little bit of this excess.

No matter how well the paper man's face is made, it won't really smile. It's what it looks like, so the mouth must learn to hide a little bit, so from different angles, the smile will have meaning, nothing to do. Look in the temple to see how the Buddha's face inside is opened. "

Song Lao patiently went to teach, while Xu Tong kept his studies in mind.

Seeing that he was almost done, Song Lao asked him to go to the brush on the desk in the room.

"In our line of work, paper figurines don't open their eyes, because the finishing touches are smart, and the paper figurines are fierce, but if you don't put your eyes on this paper figurine, you will also be insane. The key depends on how you point it, take out today's black blood. ."

Song Lao asked him to take out the black blood, only to see that the tip of his pen was a little on the top, and then two strokes went down.

Immediately, when the black blood touched it, it was like a human pupil, spreading into two bright black dots in the eyes.

In an instant, Xu Tong realized that the fat man in front of him was not the same. He had a strong feeling that the fat man seemed to be staring at him. His dark pupils seemed to be like human eyes, reflecting the aura of humanity.

This feeling is indescribable, but when you look at those eyes, it gives people a real sense of staring.

"Oh, good grandson!! Hahahaha..."

Song Lao held the fat man in his arms and played with him, as if he was not a paper figurine at all, but a living person. The wrinkles on his face full of vicissitudes were crowded together.

Looking at Song Lao's gray hair on the temples, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past two days, Song Lao had asked Xu Tong to recite mantras every day, and at the same time, he did not forget to teach him some slang words on the rivers and lakes, also called Menzi words.

Speaking of this matter, Song Lao's eyes sank, and a cold light flashed in those turbid eyes, and he reached out and patted Xu Tong's shoulder.

Fortunately, Xu Tong instinctively ducked sideways, which made Song Lao slapped empty. He looked at Song Lao with a puzzled face, only to see a smile on Song Lao's face: "Okay, remember, no matter who it is in the future, Don't let him pat you on the shoulder."

After speaking, he sighed: "Your master was a careless man back then, and was patted on the shoulder. When he came back, he became seriously ill and left in less than a winter."

"So evil??"

Xu Tong was shocked, but he had seen his master with his own eyes.

Although I have never seen the master do it, the invisible sense of oppression cannot be compared with someone like Huo Ying. It is too mysterious to be patted on the shoulder by someone else.

Seeing his horrified look on his face, Song Lao squinted and told him some evil methods in the arena.

For example, sitting on the fairy pile, calling the soul, and so on.

These things are hard to guard against, and some don’t even have names, and only rely on word of mouth between teachers and teachers. Some masters will never pass on their secrets to their disciples before they die, not even their own sons.

What I'm afraid of is that this apprentice inadvertently does this to himself.

"Your master was sitting on the immortal pile at the beginning, and the other party is your master's enemy. Now I'm afraid that he should have died a long time ago."

"This kind of person patted you on the shoulder while you weren't paying attention, and stole a bit of popularity from you. Since then, as long as he casts spells, you will feel that someone is sitting on top of you every night, getting heavier and heavier. It will make you unable to eat and sleep, your body will become weaker, and you will eventually die."

"It's so weird, is there no way to crack it?" Xu Tong asked in shock.

Song Lao covered his forehead, hiding the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "There must be, but few people know how to crack this evil method. At that time, our family was in great trouble, where would I go? What kind of senior are you looking for?"

After talking for a while, Song Lao seemed to be tired too. He covered his forehead and went back to his room to rest, leaving Xu Tong alone in the chair to think.

His "Progress in a Panic Age", the big script task, seems to be related to the master's era, and he doesn't know if he will encounter this kind of sorcery at that time.

After nightfall, Xu Tong covered Song Lao with a quilt, sorted out the props book, and made sure that he brought enough things this time, and even brought two boxes of instant noodles.

Until the grids in the prop book were almost full, "Dong Dong Dong..." The clock hand pointed to 12 o'clock, and the heavy chime began to ring.

As the bell rang, Xu Tong walked out of the room and saw that under the night sky, a huge neon light flashed blood red lights, wishing to illuminate the night sky.

At the same time, urging reminders began to sound in his ears.

"A new round of script world is about to begin. Please go to the lobby to gather immediately."

"Attention, please assemble as soon as possible before the script starts. Those who are overtime will be deducted by 10 script points per minute. If the script points are not enough, it will be obliterated!"

"Hush~huh~"

Xu Tong stood in front of the door, first took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. When he raised his head again, his eyes couldn't help but flicker, his black eyes were fiery, he put on his headphones, and gently pressed the play button. , the figure wandered in the darkness, walking farther and farther, until it disappeared completely.

PS: The new script is about to start, don’t support everyone, I will continue to explode!!!
　Continue to code, but today is a bit late, and Chapter 5 may not be released until the early hours of the morning.

　　If you can't wait, go to bed first, and watch it again tomorrow morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)