Chapter 802 Confrontation

"Go to sleep."

Wu Chong said something stiffly, with such an extremely tired look that the doubts in Ling Zhujun's heart disappeared.

I just thought it was because my husband was tired after traveling all day.

‘Even the children of the world are counted? ’

Wu Chong's consciousness was distorted. He originally wanted Ling Zhujun to help, but he didn't want 'himself' to ask Ling Zhujun to sleep first. The strangest thing is that these words came from 'him', which directly dispelled Ling Zhujun's worries.

As expected of the World Master, after suffering a loss once, he immediately made up for it the second time.

Wu Chong lay on the bed, his body beginning to melt again.

In the haziness, he saw a twisted silhouette walking in from the door. This silhouette had the same humanoid outline as the paper man, but it had nothing on it. There were no facial features or clothes, and the whole thing was pitch black.

The silhouette walked in slowly and didn't stop until he reached the bed.

He slowly raised his hand and pressed his dark palm against Wu Chong's forehead.

The dark palms that were getting closer and closer exuded an extremely cold aura. This coldness was not temperature, but negative energy.

"upgrade!"

Wu Chong, who was lying on the bed, muttered something silently in his heart.

Buzz! !

The experience points burned, and in an instant, a strange energy emerged out of nowhere. All the negative effects originally hanging on the panel were cleared the moment the upgrade was completed. The melted body also recovered completely at this moment.

boom! !

Wu Chong, who was lying on the bed, instantly turned over, burning hot flames all over his body, ignoring the hard blow. His right hand turned over and its five fingers formed into claws. Dark blue flames burst out from the fingers, and the violent energy formed an eagle claw, mixed with the strong wind, and clawed at the hard face.

This is what Wu Chong thought of on the road.

It is also the simplest and crudest.

add a bit!

His level in this world is the third level of calligraphy and painting. He cannot upgrade to a large level, but he can upgrade a small level at will. This small level improvement didn't help him much. He didn't add points before, but now he is here to use it to make a comeback.

Bang!

His palm accurately grasped the silhouette's head, and it felt like rubber, not like a living person at all.

With his five fingers together, he pressed the opponent's head with powerful force, instantly deforming the black ball of his head.

"You can't escape."

The silhouetted, distorted head looked directly at him. Although his face was dark, Wu Chong felt his gaze. That kind of indifferent look that is not like human beings can only be possessed by this kind of creature.

"escape?"

Wu Chong laughed ferociously and pinched his fingers fiercely.

There was a loud bang, and the black head exploded into powder, and the jet-black fragments exploded. All the weird images that affected him disappeared, the darkness receded, and he opened his eyes again.

Wu Chong found that he was still in the room.

Next to him, Ling Zhujun was already asleep.

"It's the second time."

Wu Chong, who was not sleepy at all, simply got up and left the bedroom. Standing under the moonlight, he glanced at his palm.

The right hand that was holding the silhouette's head changed color at this moment, and a darkness like ink was swimming under the skin.

Although the fight just now was short, the consumption was not low at all.

The moment he upgraded and got rid of the shackles, he consumed nearly half a million experience points. He had not seen such an exaggerated consumption for a long time. This shows how dangerous the previous situation was. It is estimated that a large part of these consumed experience points are used to get rid of negative states.

"The spread of delusion will continue to accelerate."

Wu Chong didn't like this situation of being passively beaten. This kind of fight where the enemy can't even be found is really frustrating.

This also gave him a decision.

He must master his own talent, otherwise he will always be at a disadvantage in this confrontation and will not even be able to find the enemy's shadow.

However, this mastery does not necessarily involve robbing the four major innate families. If he wanted to rob them, he would have robbed them long ago. Wu Chong came to this world, and his main purpose was to accumulate the foundation of Zhengdao Daluo. The best way to accumulate is to create the "innate" that belongs to the delusional way. Only in this way can his accumulation be completed.

What belongs to others is, after all, other people’s.

Fortunately, this encounter was not without success.

Silhouette probably didn't expect him to be able to fight back, so Silhouette was definitely injured in the last blow, probably quite seriously.

There should be no more attacks on him in a short time.

This is the time he bought by his own means.

Leaving the bedroom, Wu rushed outside.

After taking a few steps, he saw lights on in the living room in front of him. The dim lights are so conspicuous in the dark night.

"Is there anyone?"

Wu Chong narrowed his eyes.

Ling Zhujun had already cleaned up this place in Luming County. The county government office where they now live can basically be regarded as private property, and no one is allowed to enter without permission. Do you really think it is a unified dynasty and a society of kings and law? Under the governance of aristocratic families, having someone to maintain basic order is considered a face-saving measure.

At this time, it is already late at night.

At this time, there will be absolutely no one in the living room. Even if someone comes to visit, they will be taken to the side room by the servants and will not receive visitors until the next morning.

Wu Chong lifted his steps and walked towards the living room.

He suspected that the shadow over there was probably a silhouette sneaking up on him. If so, he will get it back no matter what he says in this round.

As soon as he raised his feet, he stopped.

I don't know when a person stood in the corridor next to him, a slave wearing a green robe and a small hat. The man stood behind the pillar like a dummy, holding a strange kerosene lamp in his hand. There is a strange smiling face painted on the lampshade.

"Smiley face?"

Wu Chong's memory flipped and he thought of the people in the imperial court.

Under the oppression of the four great congenital families, this down-and-out court felt extremely aggrieved.

How can a weak force obtain permission from many parties to become the co-owner of the world? According to the records of the Ling family, when the world was first established, the ancestors of the four major Xiantian families signed a contract and reached a consensus. Another point is the innate limitation. The ancestors of various families who have mastered the power of innateness are just like sitting on the ground, unable to leave the area where the 'innate' is.

The four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest were determined from the beginning.

But Wu Chong felt that this matter must not be that simple. If this was really the problem, wouldn't it be better if the four major innate families introduced a puppet? The current actions of the imperial court do not look like puppets at all.

Wu Chong walked up to the boy and stopped.

dummy!

The boy holding the lantern was just as he expected, inanimate. If there are life fluctuations, they will never escape his perception.

Observing the boy carefully, Wu Chong began to guess the purpose of the imperial court sending people to contact him at this stage.

"The person behind the court may be the silhouette! This thing came here to check my status."