When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the room he was familiar with. He was awakened by a nightmare. It could be said that he stubbornly regarded everything just as a nightmare. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, He rolled over and got out of bed, pouring himself a cup of tea. "Wow!" He threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, because it was not filled with fresh tea, but blood with a rancid smell.
"Someone! Somebody!" He took a deep breath, panicked and then angry, he thought, this must be someone who was deliberately opposing him, calling someone in sharply.
"Patriarch, do you have any orders?" After a while, a servant of the Fuxi tribe pushed open the door and walked in, bowed his head, and asked respectfully.
"What the hell is going on here!? Why isn't it filled with tea!?" Nangong Yifeng was furious, threw the teapot to the foot of the servant, and roared, "What the hell are you doing!? Brains!?"
"Patriarch, this is what you told us to do." After hesitating for a long time, the servant finally raised his head, tilted his head slightly, and said, "You said it's useless to keep our brains, it's better to give you something to eat. So we brewed our brains and tea together, what? Patriarch, don't you like the taste? Then let's go to another way."
"You!!! You!!!" Nangong Yifeng not only took a few steps back when he saw the appearance of the servant, but there was an obvious wound on his forehead, circling like a centipede, and blood was leaking faintly. , his eye sockets have been sunken inward, and his eyeballs are so round that it seems that half of them may fall out at any time.
"Patriarch, did the appearance of a servant frighten you? It's the servant's fault, please forgive the patriarch." The servant seemed to realize his gaffe, apologetic on his face, raised his hand and touched his head, He said apologetically, "Because this project has just started, the aftermath work is not very good, but you can rest assured, patriarch, we will take care of ourselves and will not scare the patriarch again."
"Enough is enough, go out, go out!!!" Nangong Yifeng roared, the servant patted his head for unknown reasons, blessed his body, and retreated.
The servant left, Nangong Yifeng heaved a sigh of relief, slammed his body into the large chair, and frowned, what the hell is going on? How can there be so many abnormal events inexplicably? Just as he was thinking like this, the surroundings suddenly became dark, and a beam of light shone on him and the large chair. He felt that the chair seemed a little unstable. He lowered his head and looked at it. Not light.
This chair is now placed on a mountain where corpses are piled up, with blood flowing into a river, and he is sitting on the top of this corpse mountain as a king. His spirit is on the verge of collapse, is this what he has always wanted? No no no! It's not what he wants, it's not! He longed for power, but not to this extent! He doesn't want to walk on the corpses of so many people to the top, this is not what he wants, no!
"Go back, this shouldn't be where you took it." A woman's voice sounded out of thin air, and her gentle tone calmed his confusion and anxiety.