Deconstruction is Weird

The maroon-colored gate reveals an aura that strangers should not enter. Perhaps it has not been opened for many years, and the cracks in the door have been filled with dust. Standing in front of the gate, Chu Dong feels a burst of sadness for no reason, not to say It is affecting Chu Dong, but its own emotions, but Chu Dong doesn't understand how a building can have emotions?

This feeling is inexplicable, but it does exist.

Chu Dong glanced back at Yang Yiqing, "How do you feel, Senior Sister?"

"I'm feeling better, I'm not hurting anything, just a little bit tired."

Chu Dong turned around and didn't ask any more questions. The strangest thing was feeling comfortable. The city was already enveloped in despair. Both Chu Dong and Hongyan had to rely on their own will to offset it. Why did Yang Yiqing rely on it? What is the reason for this 300,000 ghost army?

Obviously Hongyan's substitute protected Yang Yiqing, she just took Yang Yiqing in, but she didn't do anything to hurt her, if someone didn't protect her, she would have died with Yang Yiqing's strength.

The will to despair comes from the trampling people in the city, so who does the sadness in front of you come from? Is it Hong Yan's stand-in?

Chu Dong put his hand on the gate, and the dilapidated gate automatically opened inward with a creak. The courtyard was extremely simple, and there were a lot of handwriting that even Chu Dong couldn't understand on the floor, walls, and even the pillars next to it. There are red, black, turquoise and even ink blots.

Although Chu Dong can't understand the meaning of these words, Chu Dong can tell a thing or two about the state of the owner of the words when writing them. She must be very excited when writing these words, even crazy. Keep.

Chu Dongchao asked the confidante beside him, "Do you know this word?"

"I don't know it, I've never seen it before. Some of the characters are somewhat similar to the sacrificial language, but they are not the same."

"Where's Xiao Baimao? Can you see someone?"

Xiao Baimao sat on Chu Dong's shoulder and looked around, "No~"

After Chu Dong finished recording all the written information, he stepped into the yard, and he shouted loudly: "Come out, since you have tried everything possible to lure us here, why are you still hiding!"

There was no change in the empty courtyard, only endless silence responded to Chu Dong.

Chu Dong strode into the courtyard with Xiao Baimao in his arms and went straight to the living room not far away. The door of the living room was already rotten. The dusty room came into view, with three square tables, six chairs, and a portrait of a beautiful woman.

There are messy notes everywhere except for the portrait. Judging from the way these words are arranged, she seems to be studying something. These words are like notes in drafts.

There are too many words in the same language, and it is impossible for Chu Dong to analyze another language without any basis, so he turned his attention to the very clean portrait, which is a portrait of a girl charging with a gun, her body Leaning forward, the red cloak is fluttering in the wind, the legs are clamped around the horse's belly, the eyes are firm, and the drawing paper has been specially treated to preserve it in good condition.

Everything around was submerged by various handwritings, but this painting was kept so intact, presumably the person who wrote the calligraphy treasured this painting.

Chu Dong asked Cheng Yu, "Who made the layout of this house?"

"It was all arranged by the general. When he first came to this city, the general was still sane. This general's mansion was also built at that time, and this painting was also painted by her."

Chu Dong looked at the portrait in front of him and said thoughtfully: "It's very strange, why does she hang up a portrait of herself, and she can paint herself so vividly? Doesn't she know that she is a substitute? Generally speaking, if she Deliberately impersonating you psychologically she doesn't want to see herself that way."

Hanging the portrait in front of yourself is equivalent to reminding yourself all the time that you are a fake. This situation is really puzzling.

Chu Dong also has to give her an excellent evaluation of this painting. She painted the charm of the beauty, but this charm is viewed from the perspective of an outsider. Most people see themselves as more or less beautified. I am not what other people see me in myself, and the painting in front of me is seen from the perspective of an outsider, which is very strange.

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Just as Chu Dong was looking at the painting, there was a sudden sound of something cracking in the corridor next to it, like an eggshell being smashed. Chu Dong hugged Xiao Baimao and glanced to the side. Then he handed her to Yang Yiqing's arms with a solemn expression.

In the corridor next to it, there is a Renyong. It has an armor similar to that of Hongyan, but its body is a bit too deformed. The lower body is slender, but the upper body is very short and thick. It was the sound of those shells cracking.

With the continuous exertion of that human being, the mud shell on her body is constantly falling off. Under the mud shell is blood-red muscle. It has no skin at all. Under the mud shell is muscle, and there is a layer of transparent mucus on the surface of the muscle. Presumably this mud shell is the product of years of dust combined with the mucus on her body.

The renyong was sitting on the ground holding his knees with both hands, Chu Dong couldn't see its face clearly, when it stood up even Chu Dong couldn't help but frowned, the distorted facial features should not stay there The mouth is on the forehead, one eye is next to the mouth, the other is near the chin, and the nose does not exist.

[Discover abnormalities, comparative analysis]

Zhinao suddenly separated the facial features of Renyong's body, and then restored the skin for it, and finally matched with Hongyan's facial features, a perfect match. This monster is exactly what Hongyan's body looks like after being distorted.

That human body became more and more flexible. When she stood up straight, she suddenly opened her bloodshot eyes, and a terrifying murderous aura came out from her body. She stepped out and came to Chu Dong's body. On the side, she actually wanted to step over Chu Dong and attack the weakest Yang Yiqing.

Chu Dong stretched out his right hand and pressed her face. The strength of both of them was extremely terrifying. This collision directly created a layer of air fluctuations visible to the naked eye. The cloak blocked all impacts, and Chu Dong's hair turned silvery white in an instant. After the perfect cells could not be suppressed, Chu Dong would reveal his true colors, and silver hair was his normal state.

The current Chu Dong was no longer an ordinary person relying on internal energy, he mobilized his power extremely quickly, and the monster was pushed away by Chu Dong holding his face on the spot.

Hearing the sound of the opposite wall being smashed through must have been uncomfortable. Chu Dong squeezed his chest, feeling a little pain. The angle of the monster's attack just now was a bit tricky. It was the first time he exerted force from this angle. The point is perfectly level with the body, with some tearing in the muscle.

However, if he used to forcefully block from this angle before, he would probably lose an arm, but now he has completely blocked an attack of this level with the strength of his muscles, thanks to Fu Mo's perfect cells.

Before Chu Dong thought about stretching out the corridor, there was another strange sound. Chu Dong frowned and stepped forward to stand in front of everyone.

Chu Dong directly sacrificed a command spell that had been condensed long ago, the three-yang barrier, and the barrier protected the others. The next moment, a cold light flickered, and a spear pierced through the air. Chu Dong did not retreat but advanced, his muscles Bulging pulled out his own three-pointed two-edged knife and dragged it upwards.

This knife Chu Dong originally planned to chop the opponent directly, but the monster changed its position in the air, and hit Chu Dong's three-pointed two-edged knife with its long spear. Yong borrowed his strength and was hit on the roof.

The move just now is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. It requires a lot of combat experience. Now Chu Dong can't tell whether the opponent is wise or not. Maybe her fighting instinct has penetrated into her bone marrow.

Chu Dong chased after him with a three-pointed and two-edged knife, and the two stood on the roof facing each other. The atmosphere was tense and anxious, and a big battle was imminent.