Ten minutes later.
Chu Qing walked out of the community called ‘Fuxi Garden’ calmly.
In addition to the black umbrella still held in his left hand, he also held another thing in his other hand.
To be precise, it was not a thing.
It was a little kid who looked only two or three years old.
The skin was fair, although so parts were blue, purple, and even black.
But it was indeed pale and bloodless, like a little thing made of porcelain.
What is more worth ntioning is that the empty eye sockets of this little kid were dark, and purple-black blood flowed out.
One of the things he hated most in his past and present lives was naughty kids.
And undoubtedly, this little thing was a naughty kid.
Other people’s naughty kids all wanted figurines, computers, and mobile phones.
But this naughty kid not only wanted his eyeballs, but also wanted his life.
Obviously, Chu Qing naturally couldn't give his life and eyes to it.
So, without the eyeballs and life, he was only given a big slap in the face of the black trick hand version.
Then he was subdued in an instant.
This little ghost that relies on echolocation and kills by the rule that as long as the creature being asked gives any response, the echo weirdness of the rule will be triggered directly, and the eyeballs and life of the other party will be taken away.
This weird ability is very common, but the effect is good.
If it were another ti and another appearance, maybe Chu Qing could keep it as a part of the future Beishan Cetery.
Unfortunately, it's not possible now.
However, Chu Qing didn't rush to let the already excited blood pupil swallow it.
He was very anxious before.
However, after walking in the rain for nearly half an hour, this anxiety slowly disappeared.
He knew that in the early morning, after swallowing the scapegoat and fusing the black hand ghost, if he swallowed another ghost again, it would cause a certain degree of weirdness.
He must try his best to eliminate the emotional impact of the previous continuous swallowing.
And it must be said that the guidance of the blood ghost is indeed reasonable.
A peaceful walk in such a rainstorm has a great effect on his recovery.
So, holding the little doll, Chu Qing was not in a hurry to return to Beishan Cetery.
He continued to walk in the rain.
The whole city seed to co alive under this rain.
And it was not just this city that ca alive?
The rustling raindrops seed to be smaller.
The sound of the black umbrella beca quieter at this mont.
This silence made Chu Qing a little unaware.
Finally, he slowly looked forward. The rain curtain was still there, but standing under the dark umbrella, Chu Qing felt that the noisy sounds from the outside world beca extrely thin.
And he slowly raised his head.
He looked at the black umbrella.
This umbrella was just the most ordinary one at the ti.
It was an umbrella left by an unknown keeper of the Beishan Cetery.
At the beginning, Fang Ping told him about the human head lantern, and Chu Qing guessed that the ability rule of the human head lantern was related to the light it emitted.
So, after he was very sure, he took the umbrella and went to find the human head lantern.
Later, almost every ti the extrely powerful weird appeared with the human head lantern, Chu Qing would hold one in his hand to offset the aoe effect of the human head lantern to avoid accidental injury.
To be honest, this black umbrella in his hand was the first ti that Chu Qing used it seriously as its original purpose: an umbrella.
In the drizzling rain, Chu Qing felt that the black umbrella that had been with him for a long ti had finally changed under the influence of the red.
With the birth of the blood-shaped ghost, Chu Qing knew that there was no rule for the birth of the weird.
However, objects that are often accompanied by yin energy, often appear with weirdness, and play a specific role are indeed easy to change.
For example, this black umbrella.
When it was used by Chu Qing, it always had one effect.
It resisted the terrifying and weird abilities of the human head lantern, which can be said to be a great contribution.
At a special ti like today, the previous quantitative change seems to have finally led to a very special qualitative change.
Chu Qing looked at the black umbrella.
At so point, his pupils had turned blood red.
Sure enough, the blood pupils seed to have attracted so attention from the change of the black umbrella. They no longer urged Chu Qing to absorb the ghost doll as soon as possible, but also stared at the black umbrella.
It seed that he noticed the blood pupil's observation. Compared with the difficulty of forming the blood word ghost, this black umbrella was undoubtedly much worse.
So, at this ti, the black umbrella changed faster.
The umbrella surface, which was originally just an ordinary plastic cloth, seed to slowly turn into a special paper material. It was darker than before, and had an indescribable special texture.
However, that was all.
The weird changes and the appearance were not so important.
Chu Qing suddenly beca interested.
He knew that at this ti, the black umbrella was gradually transitioning to weirdness.
However, in fact, Chu Qing didn't care what the black umbrella would beco.
Compared to the blood-shaped ghost, this black umbrella had no aning or value to him.
So, he looked up and soon saw the Fuxi community and the woman who had just been hung on the window.
Chu Qing didn't know where her husband was now, whether he had escaped or committed suicide.
Chu Qing didn't care either.
He walked back and ca to the window sill again, and his blood-red eyes suddenly locked.
Then, the wound and blood that had almost dried up began to flow slowly again.
The blood pupils controlled the blood of living beings.
And the slowly dripping blood accurately fell on the black umbrella that was undergoing a key change.
After dripping about 50 milliliters, Chu Qing controlled the blood pupil to gradually stop dripping. Then, he stood under the eaves and improvised his professional knowledge that he had almost forgotten.
He used his fingers to draw with blood and slowly began to outline on the black umbrella.
It was an extrely abstract painting.
Others saw it, perhaps just so aningless graffiti.
After all, it was too difficult to draw pictures on the umbrella with blood.
But fortunately, this black umbrella that was gradually transforming seed to understand Chu Qing's intentions.
Buildings, streets, and the drifting blood rain.
That's right.
What Chu Qing wrote and painted on this transforming black umbrella at this mont was nothing else,
It was this Luo City, or the future Luo City,
What he thought of, what he controlled,
Wrong Death City.
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