In an instant, Zhao Xu realized that his "immortal veil" spell that could disguise himself as an undead creature was lifted.
Immediately afterwards, the frequency of the statue's vibration became more and more violent, even shaking off many sands from the statues. After the lumps of sand fell heavily on Zhao Xu's body, they then shattered and scattered.
"The King of Human Revenge, the Immortal Master of Killing Skills, and the God of Death Who Walks the World." Zhao Xu instantly read out what he had read in a book called "The Road to Becoming a God", "Edmond, the God of Killing" before he became a god. The honorable name given to oneself.
After he finished praying, a mysterious black light suddenly emerged from the statue, spreading from his arms, and finally completely submerged Zhao Xu.
Zhao Xu's eyes immediately darkened.
Then his eyes turned into a dilapidated and rotten dungeon. In front of him, he was wrapped in a threadbare and moldy quilt, with a few fleas flying around, and underneath him was a nest made of straw.
In front of him, there was an open wooden board, and there was a tunnel entrance that had been opened below. A thin old man was sitting next to the hole, staring at him.
The other person's eye sockets were sunken, and the prison uniform on his body was in tatters and looked like pieces. Only his long beard was still slightly groomed.
What touched Zhao Xu the most was the resolute look on the old man's face, but at this moment the other party burst into hearty laughter, "Edmund, you stupid boy."
"Why do you think that prosecutor is protecting you? Protecting you so much that you are now in jail? And then you eat these sour buns and drink the leftover soup from the pot every day?"
"I even made a malicious guess, I'm afraid your coveted fiancée is already lying on the bed of your enemy." The old man continued to sneer.
Zhao Xu realized that he was only assuming the young man's perspective at this time, and that everything about the other person was not under his control.
But after hearing the old man's sharp remarks.
Even though he was separated by a layer, Zhao Xu could feel the original owner of his body. After hearing the old man's deafening rhetorical questions, his whole body seemed to convulse.
The other party had to face the cruel truth again that he had been avoiding.
The young man's hands were trembling from the beginning, and this extreme emotion even infected Zhao Xu.
Suddenly, the footsteps of the guard were heard outside the cell door. The old man suddenly displayed his unimaginable physical strength and jumped back into the pit underground.
At this time, Zhao Xu's consciousness was also shaken, and then he realized that he had gained the power to control this body.
People outside the cell door even began to hear the guards' whistles.
Zhao Xu immediately took a quick step and directly used the cover on the side to press the hole he had just dug, and then casually pulled off the thin quilt to cover the bare board.
At this time, the iron plate of the observation window on the cell door was pushed open by the jailer from the outside. He saw Zhao Xu sitting on his back on the ground, even the thin quilt was pulled to the other side, and immediately asked: "What did you do?"
At this time, Zhao Xu stared at the straw blanket behind the thin quilt that he had torn away, and said to himself: "I saw a spider here just now, but why is it missing? It was so delicious." Protein." Zhao Xu licked his dry lips as he spoke.
The jailer showed a disgusted look, immediately let go of the cover, turned around to inspect another room, and muttered: "Another one is crazy."
After hearing the guards' footsteps moving away, Zhao Xu took a breath and finally hid it.
But suddenly, he felt a little dizzy again.
At this time, Zhao Xu noticed that the layout of the cell in front of him had changed again.
Compared to his side, the walls of this cell were engraved with several holy symbols and prayer ritual symbols of the gods. There was also a wooden cabinet with peeling paint, and several dirty books stuffed in it. Blackened book.
It means that he has arrived in the old man's cell, and even the wooden board covering the tunnel in the corner has been covered by him.
The old man in front of him had a pale face compared to when he first saw him, and his whole body seemed to be panting instead of inhaling.
Suddenly, the old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Xu's arm tightly, shouting: "Anta! You must go to Anta! There is my Lord's throne in heaven, overlooking the world."
When Zhao Xu heard the name "Anta", the "Place of Sleepers", he knew that the angry old man in front of him thought that he was that "Edmund", or that he was indeed him and was just occupying his "Body".
"Don't forget the spell I asked you to memorize. When the crow's seventh claw hooks on the mysterious wood..." Just as the old man said it, his eyes widened, and then he looked at it as if he was unwilling to do so. Zhao Xu passed away sadly.
Zhao Xu was also a little sentimental at this time. Even after the old man finished the first sentence of the spell, the rest of the spell echoed in his mind, but at the moment of this man's death, he could not feel the slightest joy.
He could even feel that the old man's body in front of him was gradually stiffening.
At this time, footsteps continued to be heard outside the door. Zhao Xu glanced at his shadow that shouldn't be there, and immediately rushed to the corner.
He was crouching and hiding in the tunnel, and then he heard the sound of the cage door lock being opened, followed by the jailer's exclamation.
Slowly, everything in front of him continued to change.
This time, he was still hiding in the hole, leaning on the gap between the bed board and the ground, observing the mismatch of time.
At this time, the old man who taught him, the priest of the God of Death, was still wrapped in a body bag.
It wasn't until the assessing doctor left that the whole room regained its composure.
Zhao Xu's heart was also cold. He knew that after a while, the guards would ask the corpse movers to take away the body bag.
Then there will be new prisoners.
No!
When a new day comes tomorrow, the jailers will have their hands free to clean up the priest's room to see if there is anything.
Then the tunnel will be directly exposed.
Even Zhao Xu, who is not the original owner of the body at this time, can feel the fate of the owner of this body tomorrow.
After discovering the tunnel, he was tortured to death.
For the rest of his life, he will basically be tied to the iron chain that is fixed to the corner of the wall.
Even next, he would have to live in a "confinement room" that was only large enough for a half-squat.
At this time, Zhao Xu's eyes kept looking at the "body bag".
Suddenly, he got angry and rushed out. On the spot, he used the bone knife he finally got to scratch the body bag that had been sealed.
Zhao Xu moved the dead and stiff priest out and carried him back to his cell through the tunnel. Then he covered him with a quilt and asked the priest to face the door and window sideways, showing that he was sleeping.
Disguising himself as Edmund threw in.
Zhao Xu, on the other hand, held on to every thrilling second and rolled and crawled back to the priest's cell just now.
After directly covering the original hole, he hid in the body bag he had just opened.
At the same time, in this dark room, Zhao Xu took out a fishbone needle and used the silk thread removed from his prison uniform to reseal the body bag bit by bit.
After confirming the death of the priest, the moving workers will arrive soon to remove the body bag.
It also means that Zhao Xu needs to try his best and seize every last second.
At this time, he was holding the bone knife that had just opened the bag in his mouth, and his forehead was already dripping with sweat.
Although he didn't know what happened, after hearing the priest's description of the man in front of him.
Regardless of whether what was happening now was a memory or reality, he didn't even have time to think about it.
All he wanted was to allow the man in the body he controlled to get a chance to survive and seek revenge.
"Boom." At this time, the iron door of the prison was opened.
Zhao Xu had just finished the last stitch. He maintained a posture that he almost didn't dare to move. In these last few steps, he kept pushing the needle in circles, and finally pulled it to tighten the knot directly to avoid waiting. When it was being moved, the mouth cracked.
At this time, Zhao Xu felt that the two of them were each grabbing a corner of the bag. After lifting him up, they pulled him out.
At this time, Zhao Xu was in an extremely relaxed state, without making any sound.
Finally, with a shudder, Zhao Xu didn't know how long he was being carried, and suddenly his whole body was suddenly thrown, rising, and then falling again.
He was left behind, which also meant that the opportunity had finally arrived.
However, the entire fall was at fault for more than three seconds!
Higher than any mass grave!
Immediately afterwards, a huge impact came. Zhao Xu felt that he had broken bones, and at the same time, the entire body bag was squeezed crazily.
He was thrown into the sea.
Zhao Xu immediately took out his bone knife and was about to cut into the gap, but the cold and biting seawater quickly seeped in through the leak in the bag. It directly wrapped Zhao Xu's whole body.
But at this time, Zhao Xu even felt that he was falling continuously into the sea, and he also felt the pain of falling into the sea.
However, he didn't panic at all. He followed the original plan and used a bone knife to open the mouth of the bag. Then, like a frog kicking his legs, he kept swinging in the seabed and slowly floated upward.
Finally, when Zhao Xu was about to reach the sea level, he suddenly rushed forward.
Then Zhao Xu saw the solemn and tall statue of the God of Slaughter standing in front of him again.
At this time, he looked at the back of his hand and saw three divine lines.
(End of chapter)