I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

This bathroom is ordinary, no different from other bathrooms.

In the cognition of withering, there is no such concept as a bathroom. People in the fog do not need to bathe, nor do they need to excrete. The closest behavior to bathing is probably to go to an area with thinner fog, and every fog is The mist life swallowed by people will become part of their bodies, and excretion is simply a waste.

However, during the exploration of foreign lands, Withered has seen the pretentiousness of some civilizations. For example, in most human civilizations, cleaning the body is an important part. The weak bodies of these creatures cannot even bear the coverage of dust.

If they only clean their bodies for the sake of survival, then the people of Wudu will only laugh at the weakness of human beings. But some humans actually take pleasure in cleaning their bodies. Even if their bodies are extremely clean, they still clean themselves, and in this behavior Spend a lot of time on it.

Incomprehensible.

The existence of the bathroom is an extension of this behavior.

Withering has already commented on this. He is curious about what is in this bathroom that attracts him.

According to Wither's past knowledge, he believed that this mysterious mutual attraction should be some kind of pollution, or the existence of some kind of knowledge.

People in the Fog City have keen senses and are more likely to detect danger or hostility. But now, he does not find hostility. This place seems like a place where a transcendent person stays, with a slightly polluted atmosphere.

The withered and mist-like body passed by the drain pipe and the showerhead, and came to the mirror.

He originally didn't care about this little gadget that reflected light, but when Withered passed the mirror, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Something seemed to appear in the mirror.

The withering stopped. .

He found his own shadow reflected in the mirror, which was a cloud of smoke. The smoke was exactly the same as withering, floating with him.

But at this moment, Blight suddenly discovered that the rhythm of the smoke seemed to have changed.

The mirror, Wither knows, can faithfully reflect the appearance of objects, so the things in the mirror should theoretically be consistent with his own actions.

However, the smoke in the mirror seemed to be subtly different from him. It was him but not him.

It's like, when the wither slowly rotates, the self in the mirror is always half a beat slower.

It was as if something was imitating his behavior.

But Withering didn't feel any danger. He stared at the mirror for a while before preparing to continue floating out.

At this moment, Blight noticed some movement behind him.

He shifted his attention and found that a small bunch of hair suddenly appeared at the sewer outlet where he had just climbed up.

The hair was very long, like hair from someone who didn't rinse it thoroughly after taking a shower. It was wet and stuck in the drain.

Doubts emerged in Wither's heart, and he leaned closer to that position, wanting to observe carefully.

But the next moment, that bunch of hair retracted into the sewer!

Blight finally realized something was wrong at this time. Although there was no hostile atmosphere here, there seemed to be something beyond comprehension.

In this case, Wither decided that it would be dangerous to continue exploring.

But withering's current situation requires a certain amount of pollution to be absorbed in order to restore its original strength, hibernate in this foreign land, and finally complete the mission and return or find a way back to the Fog City.

The alluring pollution at the moment was just like flowers attracting bees and butterflies. It was very tempting to wither. He could not give up the power that was now at his fingertips.

After hesitating for a moment, Blight chose to move forward.

You may not make any money by continuing to explore, but you will definitely lose blood by running away.

What's more, humans in this world can even withstand the pollution of the sealed old rulers. Who knows whether the books these people usually read and the video materials they are exposed to will have more exciting content. If they Every night, they would revel in the streets, parade, and hold sacrificial ceremonies like the aboriginal people in some foreign lands. The withering was unbearable.

If he continues to maintain such a weak posture, maybe a random dog on the road will kill him later.

He decided to seek wealth through danger.

Although there seems to be something wrong with the mirror and the hair in the sewer, since they have not harmed themselves, there is no need to worry.

Withering passed through the door and came to the living room.

There is also a huge mirror in the living room, which reflects the withered body like smoke.

Naturally, there is a certain deviation between the flow of the smoke and the flow of the wither itself, which looks weird and strange.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and withering glanced at it, the happiness was all theirs, and he had nothing.

The sofa, TV, and coffee table in the living room are all simple, and wither has not discovered the source of the smell.

He also saw the kitchen, a place where humans process food. Regarding human eating behavior, Blight also thought it was quite wasteful.

The people of Wudu only need to tolerate their prey, and they can continuously absorb it without even leaving any residue.

However, humans need complicated processing methods, and the absorption efficiency is much lower than that of people in Wudu, resulting in a waste of energy.

Some humans take pleasure in this and specialize in making food in a more wasteful way, draining the nutrients and energy inside, just to make these things more "tasty".

For withering, it is unreasonable!

He walked around the kitchen, but found nothing. The energy efficiency of the food in the refrigerator was too low. There was only one soft, sweet, and cold thing that was okay. Withered secretly ate one and tried his best to use his own mist. body to digest and absorb.

At this time, he discovered that there was another room in the house.

There was no one inside, but there was a mysterious feeling.

Withering looked around and drifted to the door of the house.

The room is quite spacious, with a bed, wardrobe, table, chairs, computer, etc.

Wither noticed the wardrobe first.

The closet was slowly pushed open, and the things hidden inside seemed to come out. At first, Wither thought someone was hiding inside, but as the fog spread, he didn't find any trace of humans.

Withered glanced inside the closet, and he saw an eye suddenly opened from the clothes and stared at him.

He shrank suddenly and soon realized that it was his imagination.

Shifting his attention, Wither found something under the bed.

He descended little by little, wanting to look under the clean bed.

The withering kept sinking, sinking, and his mist spread toward the bottom of the bed. Suddenly, he felt some kind of throbbing.

He found a dirty clown doll under the bed, its funny smile seemed to be laughing at him.

Wither and relax.

The next moment, he saw a pair of eyes light up under the bed.

A pair of hound eyes.

604. Find wealth and wealth through risk