It's obviously a life skill, but you developed it into a magical skill

When people are serious, two situations will occur.

The first is that no matter how noisy it is, it cannot interrupt the serious state, and the second is that even the slightest sound will have an impact.

Zhou An belongs to the second type.

The door to the room was closed and the windows were closed tightly. There was no wind or rain outside.

A cold wind blew up for no reason. Zhou An immediately put down the kitchen knife and turned to look behind him.

This is completely a subconscious action.

If someone is blowing, the person being blown will turn their head subconsciously.

Or bow your head.

In the room, the light of the oil lamp swayed slightly, illuminating the small house.

There is a bit of emotion among the mottled light and shadow.

If there were no white cloth on the beams and the people hanging on the white cloth, perhaps the literati could still recite a poem.

But after that, it's different.

A strand of pale cloth hangs from the beam, tied in a tight knot, and hanging on the white cloth is a fat woman who is five feet tall and five feet wide.

The woman's face was livid, her eyes were as wide as copper bells, her mouth was open, her tongue was sticking out, and her neck was stretched slightly with white cloth.

The copper bell-like eyes were unfocused, but Zhou An always felt that these eyes were staring at him.

"Auntie."

The memory in his mind told him that this woman was his aunt, the comedian who pretended to hang himself but played himself to death.

But he clearly remembered that he had his aunt buried with his own hands, and she was buried in a grand manner.

Why are you in the house now?

Haunted?

Seems to be.

No, absolutely!

The dead man nailed in the coffin suddenly appeared in the rafters, and his death was horrific. Two words crossed Zhou An's mind.

——Weird!

Strange ones have strange shapes.

This was Zhou An's first encounter with something strange, and he was a former relative, so he felt a little nervous.

When people are nervous, they have to do something, so he subconsciously picked up the kitchen knife on the table and pointed it at his aunt who was hanging from the beam.

"Let me tell you, when you died, I was going to bury you in glory. Don't cause trouble here, otherwise I will chop you to death with a knife."

Can Weird communicate?

Zhou An doesn't know.

But he felt that he had to say something to calm the tension.

If he had a mobile phone now and played a song called "Good Luck", Zhou An would probably not be nervous.

He used to do this a lot when watching horror movies.

"Click!"

Just when Zhou An finished saying this, the aunt who had been quiet suddenly moved.

The pale eyeballs turned slightly, and the unfocused pupils stared at the knife in Zhou An's hand.

The purple-tinged arm was raised in Zhou An's sight, grabbing the white cloth above his neck and lifting it up with force.

The fat ball-like body fell from the white cloth and fell to the ground with a squeak.

"Um?"

Zhou An suddenly felt that the horror of this funny scene had disappeared a lot.

"Auntie has been a comedian all her life. Even the way she died was very comic. She has not forgotten her identity as a comedian yet." Zhou An said with emotion.

The aunt who fell face down seemed to feel embarrassed, and her body began to tremble.

The face facing the ground is raised at 90 degrees.

Pulling his arms, he crawled towards Zhou An quickly in a crawling manner similar to that of a spider.

While crawling, it also let out a shrill howl in an urgent tone.

"Give me the money! Give me the money!! Give me the money!!!"

Zhou An: "?"

The memory in his mind told him that his aunt asked him for money more often than she ate.

Zhou An instantly became alert!

How can that work!

My own money has to be used to buy groceries and practice knife skills, so how can I give it to my aunt?

"No!" Zhou An said seriously.

I can give you anything but money!

"Give me money -" the aunt's screams became more and more shrill, and she had already arrived in front of Zhou An, with her ball-like body jumping high.

Being so close, Zhou An could even see the rotting flesh and blood in his aunt's mouth.

"I told you, money won't do it!"

Zhou An couldn't help it.

He asked him for money just after they met. He didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

Blessed to the soul, at the moment when his aunt was about to pounce, Zhou An's knife skills that he had practiced all night were magnified in an instant.

The kitchen knife passed by, and the afterimage suddenly appeared!

In the dark room, a white line was drawn out.

The lines are extremely thin and the sword is sharp!

Auntie's body flew backwards, hitting the wall like a ball and bouncing back to the ground.

A huge wound appeared on his chest, from his left shoulder to his right abdomen.

But this time the knife struck, the aunt seemed to feel no pain at all.

With a flick of its round, ball-like belly, it jumped onto the roof, pulled the roof with both hands, and hung upside down on it.

"Give me money, give me money, give me money..."

He was still muttering in his mouth, without any emotion at all, like a ruthless machine.

Zhou An was angry and trembling with anger: "I won't do it if I say no!"

The airflow in the body flows along the lower abdomen and to the right arm.

Zhou An raised the kitchen knife, and driven by the air flow, the knife suddenly appeared.

The oil lamp is dim and the light and shadow are mottled.

The sword flashed, and white light bloomed from the blade.

A lot of airflow was consumed, as if it was flowing along the arm and covering the kitchen knife.

It looked like there was nothing, but Zhou An could feel that the air flow was indeed covering the blade of the kitchen knife.

"give me money!"

Auntie was like a fat spider, rushing towards Zhou An again.

"laugh--"

Zhou An's sword was as fast as lightning.

Speed ​​+1 seems to be only a small increase, but in fact the speed is completely different from Zhou An's before.

Before my aunt even hit the ground, she was stabbed ten times by Zhou An.

Zhou An thought of a question he had seen before.

If you cut ten knives on a piece of cake, how many pieces of cake can you get in total?

Now it seems that there is no need to calculate.

On the ground, fifty-six aunts lay quietly.

This time there was no sound in the room, you could hear a pin drop.

Zhou An was thinking, if he didn't take this opportunity to cut the aunt into minced meat, the fifty-six aunts on the ground would be reduced to ashes.

The crisis is completely resolved.

Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief.

"Auntie has been a comedian all her life!"

He sighed, put down the kitchen knife, picked up the broom and shovel in the corner, shoveled the dust on the ground, and put it into the trash can.

Cut a weird thing into fifty-six parts. If you asked Zhou An how he felt before, Zhou An would definitely say it was disgusting.

But after experiencing the meat pulp, Zhou An discovered that his adaptability was not as strong as usual, and he no longer felt anything except a slight nausea.

"Go on."

When something like this happened, Zhou An also felt a sense of urgency.

He also finally knew that the special effects obtained after upgrading this so-called life skill proficiency were not generally strong.

Late at night is like water.

The sound of the kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board echoed inside the house again.