Zhong Cheng said to close his eyes and continue thinking in the strong wind.
Yin Ren is an evil creature that was originally a human being and has the ability to control many evil creatures.
From ancient times to the present, Sunken will pursue power by any means necessary. With such an attractive case in front of us, Zhong Cheng said it was completely understandable that the Sunken Society would be willing to study it for thousands of years.
It now appears that the Sinking Society may have succeeded in creating a replica.
The imitation possesses considerable intelligence and can command many evil creatures to expel possible threats. It sounded vaguely familiar.
In the alternation of lights and shadows, Zhong Cheng said he opened his eyes again. The eyes behind the lenses were not shiny at all.
Alone, monsters and monsters are always around. Walking around the world, being elusive and elusive ensures peace in all directions.
Zhong Yi.
During the Gong Dynasty, the Great Heavenly Master Zhong Yi single-handedly quelled the Six Evils. As long as you have some understanding of the world of metaphysics, you will definitely not be able to avoid the legend of the Great Heavenly Master.
As the "King of Hell" who travels at night, Zhong Chengshuo is even more familiar with these legends.
"Huh?" Yin Ren was drowsy by the wind, his eyes were narrowed, and his response was a little nasal.
Zhong Cheng said that his fingers moved slightly, and Yin Ren's warm skin pressed against his palm.
[Pray for peace and quiet, make wishes for blessings, close your eyes tightly and cannot see.]
But is that really just a story
In the ant nest, many evil things are chasing behind, and the carved railings and painted buildings span time. The pale cold fog billows around, and the illusion of the ancient village in the archives returns again—
"Red lights barter, green lights dispel evil", "Across the threshold, each other disappears"... To this day, the stories of those years have been swallowed up by history, and similar customs still remain in the world.
It is you.
At the forefront of countless evil things, a red figure staggered forward, bells on its ankles jingling. The evil creatures bowed their bodies submissively and followed the muddy path through the mountain village.
Like all strange people, there are only a few details about Zhong Yi's life experience -
Until one day, the woodcutter heard a child crying in the mountains. He followed the sound and found a broken female corpse with a baby huddled next to it. When the baby was discovered by the woodcutter, most of the evil claws were still in his mouth.
[At midnight, melons and fruits are sweet, so be careful when speaking with your back to the door.]
Come back next year to wish you peace...
Later generations mostly regarded it as a routine story to highlight the morality of a great man and laughed it off.
As for his real name, no record remains. Zhong Yi's appearance is spread by many statues and paintings, and there are countless versions.
"Sh-"
In the illusion there are only the remains of the mountain village. And according to the ballad at that time, he must have visited that small mountain village every year before it was destroyed.
Zhong Cheng said he raised his head and looked at the seemingly endless doors and windows of the ant nest again.
Just like a transaction.
"What is not..."
Yin Ren took two breaths and regained consciousness. His partner knew he was the "man in red," but Zhong Cheng said he still asked the question.
Although there were still countless puzzle pieces scattered around, the ones he knew were gradually being completed, forming a red, inhuman eye.
There is not much serious information about this person, but there are many folk anecdotes. Because of this man's wild appearance and fierce deeds. Except for those in the metaphysical community who worship him for peace, most people use his stories to scare children.
This boy was born in a remote mountain village. He was born with supernatural powers. He could exorcise evil spirits all year round and was invincible in battles. He was known as the "stranger". Later he worked for Huajisi and was given the surname "Zhong" by the emperor, and he was called Zhong Yi from then on.
Exaggerated portraits, lost information. There are mythical folk legends, and the villain has been chasing for thousands of years.
The figure would stop at the door and slowly hit the door panel, as if knocking on the door.
[The red light is on, the green light is on, and every door is closed.]
Yin Ren turned his head. In the dim light that penetrated for thousands of years, he raised an index finger and gently pressed his upper lip.
It is said that not long after Zhong Yi's mother was pregnant, she encountered an evil spirit in the mountains and she became crazy. Everyone in the village fed her a bowl of rice, but the madman couldn't bear it and ran away. The woman finally disappeared into the evil-infested mountain forest, with neither alive nor dead bodies.
It is a pity that the subsequent stories have not been spread among the people. People only say that when Zhong Yi grew up, he often missed his hometown and went to the mountain village every year to slay demons.
Once a year, the villagers would offer melons and fruits and make wishes to him.
[The rooster sings, and the sound of his footsteps is far away. Come back next year to bring peace.]
The situation is almost clear. At this moment, Zhong Cheng said that there is only one thing left to be sure -
After all, the puzzles and answers are within his reach. This is the first time that I can get personal confirmation from the "research subject".
It was a remote mountain village where the legend of Zhong Yi first spread.
"Yin Ren."
"Is that you?" There was someone beside him, Zhong Cheng asked vaguely.
The woodcutter was so frightened that he ran away. He fell seriously ill when he returned home and died within a few days.
He couldn't help but tighten his fingers, and the swollen excitement almost burst his heart.
The most powerful legend of mankind, the amazingly talented Great Celestial Master, may not have been human before he became the "Great Celestial Master".
is it you
Sure enough, this kid noticed something.
Zhong Cheng said that he had never looked at the other party so seriously. In the warm light, there was no arrogance or solemnity of a legendary strong man in those eyes, only a little cunningness as if a prank had succeeded.
The evil cannot be looked directly at, and no one witnessed the scene back then. Even Zhong Yi's personal information has not been handed down to later generations.
Yin Ren took a hissing breath, and Zhong Cheng said that he held his hand so hard that he almost pinched his fingertips into his flesh. The next moment, Zhong Cheng seemed to realize something and quickly relieved himself.
Yin Ren had a subtle illusion - just now Zhong Cheng said that it was not his fingers that were loosened, but the fangs that were about to close.
Not long ago, in the underground floor of a certain company in Haigu City.
There is a sign reading "Technology Departments 2~5" hanging at the entrance to the entire underground part, and a sign saying "Research and Development Powerful Area, Please Do Not Enter Unless You Are" is posted below the sign.
Countless rooms are stacked neatly underground, surrounded by air, water and electric vessels like blood vessels. The indicator lights on the machine flickered on and off, and invisible data flowed in the air.
Behind the door marked "Technical Department 2-B2219", incandescent lamps illuminated the room palely. One wall is covered with gleaming machinery, very similar to the one used by Shi'an behind the scenes.
Unlike Shi'an, there were fifteen or six people sitting in front of the machine.
They were all smoking cigarettes, and the collars of their sweatshirts were hanging around their necks like weed leaves. These people have different expressions, but they have the same look of numbness hidden in their eyes.
The room has no windows and relies entirely on air conditioning for ventilation. Accompanied by the crackling sound of the keyboard, the smell of cigarette, sweat and coffee mixed together, and the cold air from the air conditioner stirred back and forth, blending into the subtle atmosphere of an Internet cafe.
The entire surveillance wall kept flashing, showing images from every corner of Gengsheng Town.
The townspeople took to the streets with their dicks in hand, moving shaky. There was a crackling electromagnetic interference on the screen. The mist originally only flowed around the mountain town, but this time it poured into the town, like a milky white ocean.
On the next wall, the values on the big screen kept rising. The huge skeleton stretched out its body, the thin giant figure swayed violently, like cattails in the wind, and the floating cloud-like evil objects crashed into the abandoned building.
It wasn't dark yet, but the commotion of evil things in the town was getting louder and louder.
There are few cameras underground, and many detection devices have been installed upside down. Gengsheng Town seemed to have been thrown into a frying pan. Regardless of whether it was above or below ground, all values fluctuated wildly like a roller coaster.
"The 'Guardian' of Gengsheng Town is angry." The middle-aged man with Mediterranean hairstyle coughed twice.
"What's going on? Those readings underground are too outrageous. Didn't the higher-ups want us to make the two newcomers look bad? How can we follow such a master?"
In front of the underground data monitoring screen, a young man with dyed yellow hair bit his fingers hard. He had four fingers on each hand, and only the round base of the little finger on both hands was left, which seemed to have been chopped off by a knife.
"It's outrageous to have three people from the emergency department assigned to the new execution task... Originally, I could finish the job by swallowing a snake, but now I'm dragging my feet as if I can't stop peeing after getting into an ant nest."
As the monitoring department of the Sinking Society, their work content is very clear.
The two targets were sent deep into the cave, and Shi'an was bound to send out senior employees who had "covered the whole story" to rescue them. As long as the senior employees are killed, the two targets will remain unscathed. Based on this alone, regardless of whether Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng have any secrets, their path to "promotion" will be cut off.
They only need to monitor and report the latest situation in a timely manner, and someone will cast doubt on the two newcomers, so they don't have to worry about kicking them.
When they discovered that Qi Xin, an innocent clerk, was also involved, the members of the Sinking Society almost opened champagne to celebrate. It will also lead to the death of unrelated people. This is a red line for security.
It turned out that this group of people were cockroaches. They had been chased by Huang Liang for so long and still had some time to spare. There was no flaw in their line.
"Call Minister Zou?" Another young man with a waist face suggested.
"Minister Zou is on a business trip."
Kidney-faced: "Then who can make the final decision on this matter? The 'Guardians' don't listen to our instructions. If things get serious, it will be over."
"Alas..." This time it was a haggard woman who sighed.
"What on earth is that evil thing called 'Guardian'?" The woman drooped her eyebrows, "In addition to our team, there must be thousands of people responsible for upgrading the town, right? After so long, batch after batch of experimental subjects have been brought in , and the 'finished product' is hidden from view. Now it's going to be chaotic, we don't know anything, and we have no way to do it."
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
The Mediterranean man pressed out the cigarette butt and blew out a large cloud of smoke.
"If you still want to die, it's better to know less. The higher-ups must have their own plans for allowing Geng Sheng to suppress the chaos to this point."
"Do you have any opinion on the proposal I just made?"
At the Sinking Huihaigu branch, Wei Huaqian checked the report with interest and said casually into the microphone.
"...Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian appeared in Gengsheng Town. You want to trade the Gengsheng Town project for their lives." Minister Zou, who everyone said was on a "business trip", was sitting in a speeding car at the moment, his ears tight. Stick on mobile phone.
"Yes. Those two are willing to condescend to execute the newcomers, why wouldn't I do it?" Wei Huaqian's voice came from the microphone, "Besides, Gengsheng Town is about to have problems, this business is not a loss... The thing said After all, it is still a copycat, and it has long lost its sanity.”
“…”
"Are you feeling distressed?"
"The Gengsheng Town project has been on and off for a thousand years. This year is my tenth year in charge. It would be false to say that I don't care." Minister Zou said, "But the status of the 'Guardian' is indeed unstable. Sooner or later, it will cause trouble. fair enough."
"Um."
"However," Director Zou changed the topic, "In order to take care of the 'Guardian', our department has invested tens of millions. Since your Haigu branch wants to give up on it early, you have to use your chips to trade."
Wei Huaqian chuckled without any surprise.
"Your request?"
"I want to read the 'original sample' records of your Haigu branch." Minister Zou stood in front of a bare wild mountain. "The documents and materials of Gengsheng Town Ant Nest are all kept by you and have not been entered into our database at all. "
"I have been studying the replica in Gengsheng Town for ten years. I want to see the real thing."
"Yes, but they are stored in the mountainous area west of the city. You have to go see them alone." Wei Huaqian said with a smile.
Director Zou also smiled back: "Sometimes I envy Shi'an's side, they share information so happily."
"As you say, we also have a spirit of sharing." Wei Huaqian said slowly, "It's just that for extremely important information, Shi'an also has a confidentiality level."
"The information you want to read records the 'strength limit' of human beings in history, which is one of our ultimate goals. They say that there is a god three feet above your head, so it's better to be respectful."
Wei Huaqian took a sip of tea and gently placed the teacup on the wooden table. Through the glass filled with tea soup, the originally dark red wooden table looked a little brighter.
Unfortunately, it was far from the red he saw originally.
After a few casual instructions, Wei Huaqian hung up the call. The order to fully activate Gengsheng Town has been issued, and with the "guardian evil beings" going crazy in it, within two hours, he will be able to see the ugly behavior of the two masters of Shi'an.
It is said that raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a short period of time is roughly the same as raising "evil". Even if "that thing" in Gengsheng Town was a failure, it was not something a normal human like Fu Xingchuan could handle.
Wei Huaqian relaxed his nerves a little and lay on the sofa next to the wooden table.
He bit his finger, drew a blood talisman between his eyebrows, and began to reminisce about that shocking record.
Unlike Shi'an, whose data was lost, the image of the man in red remains in the anthill. The murals are just "photos" for reference. The more important information is all sunk and will be carefully transferred elsewhere -
That was a conversation with the "man in red" that lasted for hundreds of years.
As the manager of the Haigu branch, Wei Huaqian watched the record immediately.
More than 1,300 years ago, in midsummer, in the wilderness.
A large pile of yellow beams lay among the tree branches, looking like a colorful soft cushion. The man was leaning on the yellow beam, holding the half-eaten watermelon tightly in his arms, and was trying to read the storybook through the eye hole.
The man had a mask full of runes on his face, and his body was wrapped in two layers of red cloth, with strange seals hanging all over it, barely revealing his human form. Even so, the pressing evil aura still infected the surroundings with a cold feeling.
It was summer, but the branches and leaves of the trees withered quickly, and a thin layer of frost formed on the surface of the leaves.
A group of fat evil creatures lay under the tree. If it were an animal, the scene might be a bit more joyful. However, changing it to those ferocious-looking things only added a bit of horror to the scene. Three or four children wearing doll hoods were hiding behind the trees, with most of their huge hoods exposed, and their exaggerated smiling faces were covered in dust.
The envoy of the Sinking Society knelt respectfully under the tree.
"...Lord Zhong Yi." The man called cautiously.
"Lord Zhong Yi, Lord Zhong Yi." The man in the tree didn't respond for a long time, and the sinking made the messenger's voice a bit more suppressed and irritable.
"Zhong Yida—"
"Oh, you called me." The man in the tree suddenly realized, putting down the storybook and watermelon, "...Wow, he is actually alive!"
Sinking will make the messenger: "..."
Zhong Yi made a gesture, and Huang Liang slid down the tree, spreading himself into a soft ball. Then Zhong Yi rolled over unceremoniously and fell on Huang Liang.
Wrapped in layers of seals, he stood up with some difficulty and approached the sinking messenger. "Aren't you uncomfortable being close to me like this?" He asked happily, "Is it because my new seal has taken effect... Wait."
In Zhong Yi's voice, the originally high mood dropped. He leaned down and observed carefully for a moment: "What, the talisman to ward off disasters has transferred all the bad luck to others... It's boring, you can leave."
Sinking Envoy: "...Master Zhong Yi, I haven't said anything yet."
"Then tell me." The red figure sat down on the yellow beam, which made a soft popping sound, "You'd better get down to business."
"I am the priest of the Sunken Society. We have admired you for a long time. You have been abandoned by the world and cannot enjoy the world of mortals. We are willing to share your worries for you... "
"Ah? What abandonment?"
Zhong Yi made a surprised sound.
"You have brought a disaster-proof charm with you, and you are telling me this... Most people have to go to see the Lord of Hell every three or five days when they bump into me. Isn't it normal to avoid me? What do you mean?' Although others You may die, but you can't go to the market'?"
Maybe it was because he hadn't seen anyone for a long time. Zhong Yi touched the yellow beam and kept chattering. The content included but was not limited to "I don't want to cause damage myself, okay?" "Do you understand that peace is the most important thing?" His speech was somewhat serious and thoughtful.
Huang Liang actively echoed: "Puff!"
The sinking would cause a layer of sweat to form on the man's head - just this yellow beam would be enough to cause a catastrophe if placed elsewhere. As a result, this thing was used as a chair cushion for people, and it seemed to be quite happy.
"Your Majesty, you don't know something." The envoy quickly picked up a topic, "The current emperor is ignorant and ignorant, the people are miserable, and Huajisi has done nothing. If your Majesty is willing to go back with us..."
"Hey, Huajisi is not responsible for this kind of thing." Zhong Yizhi shook his head, "Since you can't stand it anymore, you should be looking for talents, and you should be rebelling. It doesn't matter to me that the emperor is stupid."
"The people are suffering—"
"If I intervene personally, they will only suffer ten times more." Zhong Yi said sincerely.
The messenger frantically wiped the sweat with his sleeves and changed the topic again: "The poison left by the gods is still there, and your Majesty will suffer from the evil force every day. We have done a lot of research on this and can help your Majesty escape from the sea of suffering..."
This time, his statement was quite practical.
Wei Huaqian knew clearly that the evil force was like arsenic. If exposed to a huge amount in a short period of time, the body would collapse quickly.
If you want people to survive, you can only slowly "pickle" them in the environment so that people can gradually adapt. The so-called divine descent is nothing more than the creation of an excellent "pickling environment" by natural disasters.
But there are also side effects - short-term exposure to a large amount of evil force, the body will be disordered and collapsed, and the brain will not be able to respond in time, which can cause some paralysis. But if you want to coexist with the evil force of invasion for a long time, you have to endure the heartache every day.
Zhong Yi was not as relaxed as he appeared.
However, the so-called "Great Heavenly Master" did not accept this trick. He obviously did not mind others mentioning this matter.
The aura around Zhong Yi changed.
Although it is only a video record, the overwhelming momentum is still shocking - with Zhongyi as the center, the surrounding grass and trees are quickly dying and decaying, crawlers on the ground turn over, and birds in the sky are planted on the ground. The former turned into an empty shell with the weather, while the latter's bones slanted into the ground.
"I have such nice words for you, but you really treat me like a three-year-old."
Zhong Yi's voice deepened.
"Hua Jisi can cure evil spirits and can come up with hundreds of medical cases to save the people. What about you? He only knows how to test on living people, so he is 'very researched'. I won't go, get out."
The yellow beam was very discerning, so it climbed back up the tree and spread itself back onto the soft cushion. Zhong Yi used a floating technique to return to the dead tree and continued to read the storybook.
"I thought you would sacrifice your life to meet me, and you would be able to bring some news about evil spirits, which would make everyone laugh." Zhong Yi sighed softly, "It's a pity... If you don't leave, the people on my side will be in trouble. I'm going to make fun of you."
More than 1,200 years ago, in autumn, deep in the mountains.
The red cloth on Zhong Yi's body became more than ten layers thicker, and he wrapped himself into a dark red cocoon, completely losing his human form.
When the messenger from the Sinking Society found him, he was putting his exposed feet into the stream, and the clear stream water rushed over his insteps. The legendary great heavenly master lay on his back on the river bank, like a red bean insect with no life left.
There was a lot of special ink and white paper scattered around this person. The wooden bird used to send messages was pressed against the paper, with a large ink stain on its wings. Yellow beams were blocked on one side of the white paper to block the wind, so that the papers would not be blown away by the mountain wind.
The evil creatures stood in a row further away, trying to stretch their bodies and show off the details of their appearance.
On the rice paper at their feet were vivid simple drawings, but unfortunately they were accompanied by about ten lines of bad Chinese characters. From this distance, the envoy could slightly see clearly. The introduction and weaknesses of various evil creatures were written on it in extremely white vernacular.
In many places, he seemed not very good at writing, so he had to use small, specious images instead.
"Master Tianshi."
The messenger's voice was calm and humble.
"Why is it you again?" Zhong Yi snorted, "How many lives will you need to prevent disaster this time?"
There was a hint of weakness in his voice compared to before.
"We have discovered signs of evil along the coast," the messenger said. "We also ask the Great Heavenly Master to help quell the disaster and return the fishermen to a pure land."
"You..." Before Zhong Yi could finish his words, he suddenly paused strangely. He thought for a moment and cleared his throat. "It's easy to talk. You can write fifteen pages for me first. I'm willing to discuss it with you in detail."
messenger:"?"
"The record of evil objects in the Huaji Division must be handed in every half month." Zhong Yi said deeply, "Today is the deadline."
Messenger: "...?" Half a month, fifteen cards, so you haven't moved one, right
However, the envoys who can come to see the Great Heavenly Master are carefully selected. The messenger patiently laid down the paper and followed Zhong Yi's narrative.
Seeing the messenger's silence, several more children wearing big-headed doll hoods came running and gathered around to watch.
"Everyone go back!" Zhong Yi gestured with his magic skills to drive people away.
The messenger humbly asked for advice: "What kind of evil thing is that?"
"They're just homeless children." Zhong Yi's attitude improved a bit as he asked others to do the hard work. "Their minds are not yet open, so they will be less affected. I added layers of layers to their hoods and clothes. Seal it, it doesn’t matter.”
"But according to our calculations, even children are not allowed to stay with Your Majesty for more than ninety-nine and eighty-one days, otherwise their lives will be in danger." The messenger tried.
Zhong Yi said seriously: "Do you know what this means?"
"I hope the Great Heavenly Master will give me some advice."
"This means we can walk together for eighty full days, nearly three months."
Zhong Yi sounded very happy.
"I teach them magic, and they teach me things about the outside world. It's very interesting."
The messenger paused and said no more.
Half an hour passed, and the Sinking Messenger finished writing fifteen reports on evil objects. Celestial Master Zhong Da said "Oh!" and only told him about the bad news along the coast. Huajisi just received a letter this morning. Since the world emphasizes first come, first served, he could only regretfully refuse the sinking meeting.
"However, it's not a loss since you have memorized the characteristics and solutions of the fifteen evil things in your mind."
Zhong Yi lay back on the river bank, dipped his feet into the water again, and splashed with water.
The messenger nodded gently and made a signal with the hand hidden in his sleeve. The sky suddenly darkened, and a giant evil thing suddenly descended from behind the clouds and headed straight towards the children.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Yi didn't panic at all. He kept lying down and shouted at the group of evil things.
"Let's eat!" he said happily.
Immediately afterwards, he hit the water with his left foot, and several ice arrows shot out, hitting the messenger's hand holding the talisman.
"You can also eat the ones here." Zhong Yi tilted towards the envoy with difficulty and added cheerfully.
Countless evil objects rose into the sky and swirled out of the whirlpool. The giant evil thing raised by the Sinking Society was torn to pieces, and a dark rain of blood fell. Under the rain of blood, Zhong Yi stretched his body freely, and the crimson cloth on his body was not stained by a drop of ghost blood.
Invisible evil spirits were raging everywhere, and the water in the stream was stirred up to two or three meters. The dead leaves in late autumn flew around like hidden weapons, making a crackling sound on the tree trunks. Several fragile trees were broken and turned into rotten brown-black.
The messenger was held in place, unable to move. Several zombies rushed towards me with great interest, and the scene ended with a pair of withered yellow fangs.
More than 1,100 years ago, in the middle of winter, there was a rocky beach.
The seal around Zhong Yi's body was like growth rings, covering his entire body to a height of more than three meters.
There were no children around him anymore, only hordes of evil things. Zhong Yi sat on the soft yellow beam and flew slowly close to the ground. The evil team slowly walked across the thick ice. From a distance, it looked like a long strip of colorful flags.
The man became stronger.
The mist slid against the ice, with a trace of blood rolling out from time to time. Just looking at Zhong Yi from a distance, the fear of destruction will seep into the bones in an instant.
Even a spectator like Wei Huaqian, who has traveled through thousands of years, will be infected by the weird fear and forget how to breathe for a moment.
This sinking will not send a messenger.
They organized a grand blood sacrifice ceremony in the center of the glacier.
One hundred and eight men and women were shirtless, with spells written in blood all over their skin. They were walking on stilts made of locust wood, and their lower bodies were surrounded by fresh internal organs that came from unknown sources. Their legs were covered with deep cuts, and the soles of their feet were pierced by the wooden nails on the stilts. Steaming blood flowed down the stilts, and the thick ice was filled with black and red blood.
They formed a circle, and in the center of the circle, where the bloodshot threads were densest, human corpses were arranged in an extremely neat corpse tower. Instead, the corpses were washed extremely clean. They were frozen bluish white by the cold wind, and were coded according to special rules. At first glance, it looks a bit like treated smooth stone.
Zhong Yi's evil team stopped before the blood sacrifice.
Facing those enthusiastic men and women, he clicked his tongue very loudly.
"I specially made a blood sacrifice to summon evil spirits. I thought everyone would have something to eat." Zhong Yi said sadly, "There are obviously no evil spirits nearby... Or do you suspect that I am a evil evil?"
The people in the Sinking Society ignored him and chanted mantras crazily.
Zhong Yi swayed on the spot. He seemed to want to pick out his ears, but he couldn't reach out.
"Save it, I know my body well, I'm still half alive." His voice was mixed with fatigue and smile, "Some time ago, I even predicted my own death date - I can only Live for sixty years, but the evil spirit is not so short-lived.”
The Sunken Club is still chanting crazily.
"It's a shame you didn't use the disaster prevention spell this time. It's a pity, now that you have seen me with your own eyes, you only have a few days left to live... Ahem!"
At the end of the sentence, he coughed twice.
"A monster like you..."
The leader stopped singing and looked at Zhong Yi.
"Monsters like you will only become more dangerous monsters after death. Huajisi must be crazy to keep you here until now."
"Maybe it's because Huajisi has a brain and understands what mutual benefit is, unlike you who are addicted to trying to get into trouble."
Facing the tower of blood and corpses, Zhong Yi said as if chatting.
"As for my death... It's impossible for Li Gui to do so. Li Gui has to be obsessed with it. I've already lived my life to the fullest."
"The evil is, well, even more terrible. When the time comes, I will find a secluded place and die peacefully, leaving only a skeleton."
“…Unlike you, you have nothing left.”
After that, Zhong Yi added in a hoarse voice.
"You are wasting hundreds of lives just for this stupid temptation... It is a pity that you might as well die here."
Ring ring ring.
He jumped off the yellow beam and stepped on the ice with his bare feet. The silver bell vibrated wildly on his ankle.
"Let's eat."
Zhong Yi said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, several rounds of air blasts centered on Zhong Yi and swept in all directions. The mist on the ice was blown into circles, swaying like milky white flames. Behind Zhong Yi, the yellow beam swelled into a round sphere, and his pupils suddenly dilated.
There seemed to be some kind of invisible net rising around the man.
"But you reminded me."
Zhong Yi muttered softly amid the murderous aura.
"I have to get myself a tombstone when I have time, and then I'll write my own name on it—"
Before the sentence could be finished, the recording was interrupted.
Fear crashed down like a tsunami. Before the evil thing could touch the one hundred and eight people, those people fell straight onto the ice, breathless. They poured themselves out very neatly and added a fence of human flesh embedded with locust wood to the tall corpse tower.
After the record was played, Wei Huaqian took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and slowly wiped the blood curse off his forehead.
so perfect. It is almost like using a human body to reproduce the power comparable to that of a god.
As for the pain eroded by the evil force, they now have too many ways to pass it on. Objectively speaking, the erosion of the evil force allowed Zhong Yi to live for more than three hundred years without aging, which is far beyond the average human being.
The coming of the gods thousands of years ago created a Zhong Yi. The divine arrival twenty-eight years ago brought about the results of their research.
In comparison, the latter is far inferior to Zhong Yi's demeanor back then.
Their research must continue.
It's a pity that Zhong Yi is dead. I don't know how long their creation can last against Zhong Yi in his prime
The author has something to say:
The ideal heavenly master: fighting evil for the sake of peace.
The real Heavenly Master: Let’s go and have a feast! elbow!
(End of chapter)