"Is it updated?"
"More, more."
"Demon Chronicles" was updated very punctually at twelve o'clock in the evening. Many immortal cultivators took advantage of their free time at night to open the app and take a look. The plot happened to be stuck at the climax last time, so many people were waiting to watch.
A lot of users suddenly flooded into the Mengman website, and the website froze for a moment. The Gaoling interface had to be refreshed several times before it came out.
She brought a cup of hot milk and placed it on the bedside table. She lay on her back on the bed, looking at the little chrysanthemum that kept refreshing, her eyes a little staring.
I'm sleepy.
In fact, the patient should go to bed early. She went to bed early in the hospital in the past few days. Today was her first day back home, and she stayed up until this time.
She watched the small chrysanthemum that had been spinning non-stop finally stop and the page was refreshed. She slowly scrolled down to see what the artist had drawn in this issue.
To be honest, her mood now was quite strange. She was clearly reading comics, but she was using a completely different mood from when she usually read comics.
When looking at this comic from a completely different perspective, she felt an indescribable excitement. She now felt inexplicably itchy inside, otherwise she would not have stayed up so late until now.
The first one is a super large shot. The protagonist is holding a Taoist sword and walking in the alley with a serious face. His eyes are looking around from time to time. The background is pure black and the atmosphere looks inexplicably tense.
This is a continuation of the previous chapter where the protagonist is determined to completely eradicate smuggling in the chaotic city.
Gao Ling unconsciously picked up the milk on the bedside table and took a sip. Some white milk foam stained her upper lip. She had complained before about why she had drawn such a long passage here, but now, the idea in her mind was that the longer the drawing, the better.
It would be best to keep drawing until one day a scene appears where all the monsters in the chaotic city explode on the spot.
Gao Ling has been thinking about a lot of random things these days, but in the end she feels that everything is a fog. The evidence in her hands is insufficient, and she feels that she knows nothing. Now she has only seen a corner at best, and has no clue about the rest.
At the beginning of this chapter, the protagonist Fanning was walking cautiously in an alley. When he came out of the alley, his face had suddenly turned into a strange face, looking a little evil, which was completely different from his usual decent face.
Gao Ling knew that the protagonist was very good at disguise. She suddenly inexplicably recalled the scene in that issue where the protagonist disguised himself as a girl... She hadn't thought too much about it before, and simply thought that the author was very natural, but now thinking about it again... Well, this demon hunter made a great sacrifice and really had the spirit of serving the people.
It is said that this exorcist was disguised as a girl and was rescued by the man in black that she met that day, right?
Gao Ling thought about it again, and she felt that the man in black seemed to be particularly fond of girls... This couldn't be an illusion, right?
She counted on her fingers. The one she rescued the first time she stepped into other people's business was a pretty girl. The ghost she saved that day was also a girl. She rescued them a few days ago probably because they were all girls. Also, after Fanning put on makeup to look like a girl...she was also pretty, to be honest.
A monster who particularly likes young ladies?
Gao Ling coughed a few times, and her face turned red for some reason. She thought, from this point of view, the man in black who saved the protagonist was also deceived badly in some ways...
Ahem, she forced herself to focus again and continued looking down.
After the protagonist's face was replaced, he walked towards a pedestrian street, and Ji Qiu behind him began to write the narration in the blank space conscientiously.
[One Hundred Demons Night Parade is a festival that has always existed for the monsters in the chaotic city. On this day, all the monsters will gather together and parade in this modern city that used to belong to them but now belongs to humans...]
A spectacular night scene appeared on the screen, with layers of overlapping black fog, which looked just like a European oil painting. A full moon was faintly visible in the thick fog, which could almost suck one's soul away.
Ji Qiu has always used Chinese style of painting, and Gao Ling is still a little uncomfortable with the sudden realism.
She looked at the full moon, which was slowly hidden in the dark clouds as the autumn went by. The dark clouds grew bigger and bigger. The scattered small clouds gathered together and looked like a bunch of grape clouds, just like the appearance before every storm, almost pressing down on the roofs of the buildings below.
Gao Ling suddenly stood up, walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The dark clouds outside were very low at this time, and the temperature was very cold, as if winter was about to come.
She looked outside and saw red LED lights flashing in the distance, making the dark clouds that were about to descend on the horizon look like they were burning blood.
Gao Ling had an expressionless face. She turned around, closed the curtains tightly again, and then lay back down.
[Today is the day of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. According to the rules of the demons, after the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is over, the demons will gather together in one place to have fun. The demon who is holding the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons today is a very famous demon in the chaotic city. His habit is to gather in a tavern that has been open for hundreds of years. Tonight, many demons in the chaotic city will go there...]
Following Ji Qiu's narration, the protagonist on the screen walked to the door of a tavern. Gao Ling wanted to carefully identify the location of the tavern, but she didn't find any useful clues. Even she, who was born and raised in City C, couldn't recognize where it was.
Because of this face, the protagonist was able to sneak in very easily. With his sword hidden under his sleeve and no expression on his face, he walked slowly inside the tavern and finally found his target.
A monster with a very ferocious face.
The monster was sitting on a bench with his sword in hand, and there were many women pouring wine around him. These women were all monsters, and each one was painted very beautifully.
Sitting next to the hideous monster was a woman in red. Her black hair was tied up in a bun with a blood-red hairpin in it. She held a wine jar in her hand, one hand gently supporting the bottom, and the other hand slowly tilted the jar over, and the clear wine flowed down the jar.
The movements of the woman in red were not very gentle, but they were indeed beautiful. Ji Qiu's paintings of women were always beautiful, and each woman had her own merits. Gao Ling couldn't describe the feeling of this woman, but he felt that she stood out among the group of people. How should he describe her temperament... She didn't seem like someone from this era.
Of course, a monster? Who knows how many years she has lived. Gao Ling feels that this woman should have lived for a long time. She has the feeling of a heroine in the Republic of China.
When she poured the wine, she was very unrestrained yet also feminine. Gao Ling imitated her movements and tried twice, then let out a click of the tongue and gave up.
This is quite difficult to recreate...cosers will probably have a headache.
This woman in red is probably a famous person in this tavern. According to Ji Qiu's routine, such a girl might get acquainted with the protagonist, and then the two of them will act as a hero saving a beautiful woman, and then there will be some ambiguity in the end... Anyway, the crackdown is severe now and real guns are not allowed, but it's better to draw as much ambiguity as possible.
Gao Ling read the rest of the story and it was just as she expected. The protagonist secretly followed the woman in red and when she walked to a secluded place, he suddenly knocked her out and then stripped off her outer clothes. Then a holy light came from behind...
Tsk tsk. Gao Ling shook his head, thinking, this is exactly what I expected, the girl in red is also in trouble.
But what is this girl's name? Hongxiu?
In another shabby neighborhood, two heads were squeezed together, and the expressions on their faces seemed to be frozen.
"I, I fuck...this, this, this..." Xiaoying was already stuttering and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
"...Sister Yuanyuan hasn't come back yet?" Li Xin looked at the time.
"No... What do you want to say?" Xiaoying's mind was still a little confused. "Maybe they just look alike in face, but they are not the same person at all."
Li Xin flipped through several pages and finally stopped, pointing at something on the screen. Xiaoying looked over and found that it was a clock that looked very old, a bit like the ones from the Republic of China period. It seemed to be gold-plated and looked very small, like a miniature clock tower.
This clock was not noticeable among the countless golden decorations behind it. If Li Xin hadn't pointed it out, Xiaoying wouldn't have seen it at all. She glanced at the time on it, and it showed 11:15...
"Let me see what's behind." Gao Ling yawned lazily, tears streaming down her face. She was really sleepy now, and she was holding on by sheer willpower. Looking down, she saw the male protagonist, dressed in red, successfully assassinating the hideous monster, and then trying to escape, but who would have thought that the tavern was under martial law.
The protagonist was slightly injured. When he was at his wit's end, he suddenly found a crack in a dark little house. He looked around, went in, and then quietly hid...
"You're being too arrogant, but the protagonist still has the halo." Gao Ling's eyelids drooped, and she slowly looked down. When she saw a picture, her eyes suddenly opened and she became alert.
A figure with black hair and black eyes walked slowly in a corridor. He was wearing the clothes of a waiter in a tavern. Although the clothes were not well made, they were of ancient style. When worn on this man, they inexplicably gave off a different feeling.
Ji Qiu used a flashback technique here. Before the protagonist discovered the dark little room that had been opened, the man with black hair and black eyes had already been here.
He stood quietly in front of the door for a while, and then the door was opened. He looked into the room for a few times, then slowly left a crack in the door, and then slipped away alone...
"...So it was you who opened the door! Oh my god, what were you doing there, boss? She was a prostitute! A prostitute! Not a real girl! Don't be so greedy!" Gao Ling's expression was completely frightened. She forced herself to get up from the bed, and ten thousand words flashed through her mind in an instant...
The comments below were very interesting at this time. Someone commented below: [So this is a top-level boss escorting a rookie the whole time? ]
[I understand... The protagonist will not die, he will definitely escape. But boss, you should let Fanning know that it was you who opened the door for him, otherwise what should we do if he doesn't appreciate your kindness? ]
[…So they’re saving people in secret? Shit! Why do I feel weird for no reason?]
[Ahhh, I feel so sorry for the boss! It's okay, it's okay, we know it was you who saved Fanning! ]
Yuan Yuanyuan glanced at her cell phone. It was already past twelve o'clock, but there was still no signal on her cell phone.
She scratched her head with a headache, listened to the messy noises outside, and sneaked back to the room where she woke up.
It seems that I can’t see any paintings by Ji Qiu today… I have to wait until tomorrow. But what did he draw in this issue?