MTL - It’s Obviously a Life Skill, But You Developed It Into a Magical Skill

Chapter 4 The knife turns into a white line, the aurora shadow

　When people are serious, two situations will occur.

 The first one is that no matter how noisy it is, it cannot interrupt the serious state; the second one 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 apparent reason. Zhou An immediately put down his kitchen knife and turned to look behind him.

 This is completely a subconscious action.

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

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.

 Or bow your head.

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

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

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

"I'm telling you, when you die, I will bury you with dignity. Don't cause trouble here, otherwise I will chop you to death."

 “I told you, money won’t do it!”

"Um?"

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

 “Auntie has been a comedian all her life!”

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

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

Zhou An suddenly felt that the horror of such a 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.

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

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 But he clearly remembered that he had his aunt buried with his own hands, and she was buried with great splendor.

His round, ball-like belly bounced up to the roof. He pulled the roof with his hands and hung upside down.

 Zhou An: “?”

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

 “Give me money, give me money, give me money…”

Blessing to the soul, at the moment the sister -in -law was about to rush over, Zhou An practiced the knife worker for one night and was amplified in an instant.

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

Zhou An instantly became alert!

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

 No, absolutely!

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

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

 “Aunt.”

From the beam of the room, a piece of pale cloth hung down, tied in a tight knot, and hanging on the white cloth was a fat woman who was five feet tall and five feet wide.

Seems to be.

 The crisis is completely resolved.

 How come you are in the house now?

 Haunted?

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

 —Weird!

 The strange ones have strange shapes.

 From a close distance, Zhou An could even see the rotting flesh and blood in his aunt's mouth.

He sighed with emotion, 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.

 Speed ​​+1, it seems that it is only increased a little, but in fact the speed is completely different from Zhou An before.

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

 “Keep going.”

 The face facing the ground is raised at 90 degrees.

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

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.

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

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

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.

How can that be done?

 How can I give it to my aunt when I have to use my own money to buy groceries and practice knife skills?

 “No!” Zhou An said seriously. You can give me anything, but not money!

 “Give me the money—” the aunt’s screams became more and more shrill, and she had already arrived in front of Zhou An, her body like a ball leaping high.

 The memory in his mind told him that his aunt spent more time asking him for money than she spent eating.

 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.

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

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

 There was a huge wound on the chest, from the left shoulder to the right abdomen.

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

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

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

Zhou An thought of a question he had seen before.

Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief.

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

 If you cut ten knives into a piece of bread, how many pieces of cake can be divided into?

 Now it seems that there is no need to calculate.

"give me money!"

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

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

Zhou An couldn't help it anymore.

 “Give me money! Give me money! Give me money!!”

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

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

On the ground, fifty-six aunts were lying quietly.

 Zhou An's sword was as fast as lightning.

 But after having it, it’s different.

 There seemed to be nothing, but Zhou An could feel that the air flow was indeed covering the blade of the kitchen knife.

Hands pulling, he crawled towards Zhou An quickly in a crawling manner similar to that of a spider.

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

Can we communicate with Weird people?

Zhou An doesn’t know.

 But he felt that he wanted to say something to adjust the tension.

 The oil lamp is in a trance, with mottled light and shadow.

 “Click!”

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

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

 The night is like water.

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

 (End of this chapter)