The Lord who use immortals as food

I wish Gaoyang was running in the hazy chaos.

He didn't know where he was, but there seemed to be a line leading him in front of him.

He clings to that little bit of wisdom deep in his heart. It is not his name, nor is it Master or Longjun Dongting. It is just an idea of ​​"I".

He knew his purpose, he wanted to find for the God Lord... No, bullshit God Lord... He wanted to find for himself... What to find?

Do you really have something to look for? The thing in front of me was something I wanted to find, or was ordered by the God Lord... No, bullshit God Lord!

Zhu Gaoyang seemed to be thinking about things when he was about to fall asleep. He tried hard to think of something, but his thinking just stagnated. After a while, he forgot what he wanted to think of, and even forgot what he wanted to think about. .

If someone could enter his state of mind, he would first see a pair of golden eyes hanging in the air, while the upper and lower sides were covered with shadows, leaving only a pool of water in the middle. There was a water dragon coiled in the pond, surrounding the sleeping Zhu Gaoyang.

The [Heart Pond Raising Jiao Technique] passed down from Longjun Dongting is a superb technique that works on the mind and spirit realm. It can be used both offensively and defensively. As long as you don't encounter the heart-cutting glass, there is generally no need to worry about suffering a loss in the battle between the mind and spirit realm.

But now under the gaze of these golden eyes, it is doing its best to keep the light of the soul. Even so, the shadows are still slowly seeping into the pool like ink, and it may not take too long to touch the body of the dragon.

Because what the "God Master" asked him to do was to search rather than kill, he mercifully did not use ambergris saliva to destroy his brain. Instead, after occupying the head, he used Quail Head's mind control to invade his consciousness. This gave the Xintan Water Dragon a chance to delay for a moment or two.

But this delay is obviously just a delay. Before this body reaches the target guided by the line, [Quail Head] will definitely be able to complete the occupation of the entire mental realm.

This is the future that Xianjun has already seen clearly.

Maybe he was stumbling, maybe he was leaping like flying, Zhu Gaoyang didn't know how he was using his body. In short, he felt vaguely that he had run a long distance.

Zhu Gaoyang tried hard to stop. Even though he was dizzy, he could occasionally remember that he should object to what the Lord asked him to do.

Suddenly a small courtyard appeared ahead.

At the foot of the mountain, the thatched cottage Chaimen is a relatively deep-seated family in the village not far away.

What is this... This is not the direction indicated by the Lord God, so I have to go there... Wait, bullshit god... Yes, I am going to a place not indicated by the Lord God...

He jumped down from the mountain.

There is a large field not far behind the courtyard where many medicinal materials are grown. This may be the reason why this family lives here.

Nowadays, the sky is just beginning to fade, and the family has already gotten up. The man is carrying a hoe and pulling on his straw sandals. There are some small farm tools in the small basket in his hand, and he is about to open the firewood door.

Then he looked up and saw Zhu Gaoyang, and let out a strange shout in his throat.

Zhu Gaoyang felt like someone was touching him.

When I turned around, I saw a man in a black gown.

The picture captured by his eyes was clear, but when it was conveyed to his hazy consciousness, it was all abstract.

A strip of beef jerky, he thought.

There's nothing interesting to see, so just keep going to places not directed by the Lord God.

Gently breaking the wooden branches in front of him into a square shape, he stepped into the yard.

A shadow in front of him yelled an unintelligible voice at him. He irritably stretched out his hand and turned it into a pile of things stuck to the wall.

But immediately another small figure rushed over and screamed, and he waved his hand again, erasing it from his sight.

At this time, a slender figure rushed out of the house. He stood still as soon as he went out. He was somewhat satisfied with the silence and continued to walk forward, but soon the figure burst out with a more shrill voice, so Angrily, he took something at hand and smashed it, and it finally became quiet.

He was satisfied and walked forward in a daze. He wanted to go there... He wasn't going to be the Lord of God... Where were he going?

The thread pulled him.

By the way, I want to go here.

He turned around and walked back.

A voice sounded: "Zhu Gaoyang, look what you did?"

This sound was like a bell ringing out, and Zhu Gaoyang suddenly woke up.

He was aroused, and the real picture came into his consciousness. He glanced blankly in front of him, and the memory of just now rushed into his mind.

In front of him was a hellish scene. A huge millstone hit the door, turning the whole house into collapsed ruins. There was blood slowly flowing out from under the millstone.

The wall next to it was thickly covered with flesh and blood, and a vaguely human figure could be seen. On the ground beside his feet were small broken limbs that had been torn into pieces.

Zhu Gaoyang's whole body trembled slightly.

He looked at his bloody claws and felt that everything seemed like a dream.

"Do you want this to happen?" a gentle voice said.

This voice had the power to calm people's hearts. Zhu Gaoyang turned around blankly: "What?"

All images fade away.

He was still standing outside the firewood gate. The man inside the firewood gate collapsed to the ground, waving his hands in fear, crawling back and screaming, telling his wife and children not to come out.

The man in black put his hands on himself.

Zhu Gaoyang looked down.

He was in his fifties or sixties, and his height was similar to his own a day ago. The figure is on the thin side, looking simple and ethereal. At the same time, the back is as straight as a pine tree, and the character is impressive.

This face has bright eyes and a straight nose, and its eyebrows are like swords. You can imagine the seriousness and solemnity when it frowns, and you can also see the serenity and gentleness when it teaches the younger generation.

Of course he is unfathomable, but he does not give Zhu Gaoyang a dangerous feeling, and even has an academic temperament - in his other hand, he is holding a book with a damaged cover and burnt pages, but the spine is sealed. The threads are very new, and the pages are arranged neatly. It is obviously a scattered ancient book that has been carefully rebinded.

There was also a small pocket sewn on the chest of the old man's black shirt, and there were some ink stains on the edges of the pocket, which made the clothes lose a lot of dignity. Two strange and complicated bamboo tube pens stand inside, with only one-third of their length exposed.

Zhu Gaoyang felt as if some Confucian scholar from the Imperial College was standing in front of him.

"I have two small gifts, and I would like to ask you to give them to me," the old man said.

"Dare I ask senior..." The impact of the scene just now has not subsided. All the details were so realistic that Zhu Gaoyang even doubted whether it had really happened.

The old man didn't answer, but smiled slightly and said something surprising: "The first little gift is for you, the Lord of God."

It was not to ask for Zhu Gaoyang's consent at all, but just as a polite notice. Just as Zhu Gaoyang was about to ask, the old man patted him, and something hit him.

"You don't need to do anything, it will go where it should go."