Which is important about painting style and life?

Zhou Zheng chose life without hesitation. The Crazy Hammer is the Crazy Hammer. Think about it from another angle and hitting people with a sled hammer... It's quite exciting.

Zhou Zheng took out the secret book and looked through it for a while, and a prompt box immediately popped up in front of him.

"You have met the restrictions. Have you spent 10 points of soul power to learn [Crazy Hammer Method]?"

Oh... It turns out that soul power is used like this. Zhou Zheng suddenly realized and chose to agree. [Crazy Hammer Technique] immediately turned into a white light and penetrated into his mind, and the secret book in his hand also disappeared.

A large number of hammering tricks poured into his mind, and he felt a little dizzy and then returned to normal.

Zhou Zheng was still a little impressed. The feeling of learning quickly was so good that he felt a little fluttering. He opened the attribute bar to check. The skill bar was finally not empty. [Crazy Hammer Method] Lv1 appeared behind him, and the Qi and Blood also changed from 11 to 16.

Well, I feel stronger, from once a night to twice a night...

What are you thinking? I am a man who claims to be nine times a night!

Then the game cutscene ends here, and Zhou is about to consider the next game arrangement.

Come out, the main mission!

The air is quiet...

What kind of broken game is this? Is the freedom too high?

He had some small resentment.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew into the ruined temple, and the faint flames blew out, and the ruined temple fell into darkness again.

People will lack security when they are in the dark.

Zhou Zheng subconsciously shivered as he heard the sound of the wind like ghosts and wolves howling.

Otherwise, it’s better to go offline first and find a guide to study and then continue.

Zhou Zhengdian selected the exit option.

"System prompt: If you are not in the safe area, please go to the safe area to exit the game. Forced exit will cause certain serious consequences."

Zhou Zheng hurriedly cancelled, and he could think of it with his toes. The consequence of forced quitting must be the death of the character.

Although he doesn't know what punishment is for the character's death in [Nightmare World], he doesn't want to try it.

After lying for a while, his injuries had recovered and he got up from the ground.

He didn't want to stay here for a while, for fear of meeting Strange Jue again. He now has the hatred value of [Strange Curse: Wedding Dress] for Strange Jue.

Moreover, after a fight in the dilapidated temple, it was already full of holes and airflow on all sides. It is now as cold as an ice cellar.

After getting up and moving for a few times, eased the frozen limbs, Zhou Zheng looked at the broad sword, which was burned by the flames.

Huh!

Zhou Zheng pulled out the broad sword and waved it twice.

"The weight is OK, it's more convenient."

"Do you want to find a place to melt the broadsword and cast it into a hammer?"

A strange thought suddenly flashed in his head.

"Forget it, this is the relics of Hero Yan... Well, if no one wants them from me, I will find the ground to melt it."

He quickly made a decision, then carried his bookcase, carried a broad sword, and walked out of the ruined temple with great strides.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The cold wind blew on Zhou Zheng.

The wind was so cool that it made him stiff and numb, and his exposed skin had no sense of any sense.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt a faint force surge in his body, helping him resist the cold wind.

Zhou Zheng walked a few steps against the wind.

hiss....

Suddenly, there was a little numbness on his stiff face, and Zhou Zheng couldn't help but reach out to scratch.

Pick.

Something fell to the ground, and some were attached to the hands.

Zhou Zheng raised his hand and took a look.

"Skin!?"

There was actually a whole piece of bloody skin on my hands, but the blood had frozen into ice.

"Run back!"

His body turned rapidly and rushed towards the ruined temple.

In less than two seconds, Zhou Zheng rushed back to the ruined temple, and his flesh was constantly blown away by the wind, but he did not feel any pain at all, only an extremely subtle numbness and itch.

Hiding behind the wall for a while, the scorching pain came from the skin of his body. [Quick recovery] This specialty began to exert force, and the wound on his body was numb and itchy.

This is the wound healing.

What kind of evil wind is this that can blow away the flesh and blood!

Zhou Zheng was a little confused.

This world is too dangerous. Not to mention the powerful monster, why is even the wind so terrifying? If he hadn't noticed it early and had the expertise of [Quick Recovery], he would have been blown to death by the wind long ago.

Zhou Zheng carefully examined the wound and soon found it.

"Hey, this wind only works on exposed skin. If there is clothing covering it, there is nothing to do?" Zhou Zheng was a little surprised.

He actually didn't know that it was not the clothes that had protective effects, but his expertise in rapid recovery.

But his expertise is still very weak, so he just needs clothes to cover the wind blowing.

Zhou Zheng didn't know the principle, but not knowing how to make braised pork does not mean he couldn't eat it. He soon had an idea.

Zhou Zheng looked at the beard that was still embedded in the wall.

Fortunately, there is excess fabric...

He thought of it and did it. He pulled off enough fabric from his bearded clothes, and buried his beard with weeds and stones. He barely buried it in the soil to prevent him from exposing his body in the wilderness.

"Old Luo, don't thank me." Zhou Zheng waved his hand to the bearded corpse.

A few minutes later, with homemade head hood and gloves, Zhou Zheng walked out of the dilapidated temple again.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The cold wind is still awe-inspiring.

Zhou Zheng stood tentatively in the open space, and the wind blew his clothes and made him rush.

Zhou Zheng counted silently in his heart.

one two three......

Thirty, forty, fifty...

He confirmed that nothing was wrong and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that as long as you take good protection, there will be no big problem... except that it is a bit cold.

After resting, Zhou Zheng looked outside. There was no road in front of the dilapidated temple, with weeds growing, but there were many signs of footprints trampling. He walked out along the footprints, and after not taking a few steps, he indeed saw a small bluestone path.

The location here should be halfway up and down, with darkness falling into the upper and lower ends of the bluestone path, and the darkness cannot be seen clearly.

Zhou Zheng thought about it and turned around and walked down.

According to the most basic common sense, the population gathering places are usually at the foot of the mountain or on the plains, and most people do not cat on the mountain.

Zhou Zheng walked down the road, with tall trees on both sides. The bark of these trees was wrinkled, like the skin of an old man, a variety he had never seen before. The leaves also grew strangely, a bit like a human palm.

The moon emits a light red light, making the surrounding environment particularly terrifying.

Zhou Zheng felt like he was walking in the underworld.

He continued walking with his teeth, the wind became colder and colder, and his ears were echoing, and his whimpering ghost laughter.

Swish!

Zhou Zheng felt that all 18,000 hairs were standing up all over his body.

The old man often said, "I would rather listen to ghosts cry than ghosts laugh."

What to do? What to do?

Zhou Zheng felt that he was getting heavier and he became more and more panicked.

By the way, you can sing and be brave.

He did what he thought of, and Zhou Zheng's actions were always greater than thinking. He immediately pulled open his gong's voice, held his head and chest up, and put on the highest energy posture.

"The vast world is my love. Flowers are blooming at the foot of the endless green mountains. What rhythm is the most swaying, and what kind of singing is the happiest..."

The sharp singing is even more harsh than the crow's call, and it is spread far away against the wind...

As he sang, he suddenly felt that the wind was no longer cold, and there was no ghost laughter in his ears. The world was quiet and peaceful, and there was a little excitement.

Sure enough, it’s still a matter of one’s own mentality.

I'm still not mature enough.

Zhou Zheng sighed.

Zhou Zheng was rushing to the road while singing, and soon saw a wooden sign standing at the end of the bluestone path.
Chapter completed!