Chapter 1503 The birth of luck

There is nothing good about those who can survive in the last days.

Afraid that the old monk was not dead, the skinny boy wanted to stab him a few more times. Unexpectedly, when he held it, his hands and arms went numb, and a terrible force hit him. Countless bloody and terrifying scenes flashed through his mind. He had never encountered this kind of thing before.

The situation is completely inexplicable...

He didn't know that the murderous aura had acted on the monk before he was alive. After the monk died, the sword without its target was completely beyond the reach of an ordinary mortal.

I was so frightened by the evil force just now that I thought the old guy was not dead.

He quickly used a rusty hoe to dig at the wound on the monk's neck, but it had little effect. Although the man was dead, his flesh was very hard, and the hoe only made the wound covered with mud.

Panting and tired, he collapsed on the ground to catch his breath.

After resting for a while, he continued to pound stones and dig with hoe, leaving the man's chest with blood, cement, water, feces, and filthy smell.

Once again I was so tired that I lay on the ground breathing heavily, my throat was scratching, and I saw that the sky in the distance was still flickering under the setting sun.

Occasionally, bursts of roaring sounds erupt, probably due to fights between gods and monsters.

The skinny boy didn't know what was happening in the distance. He only knew that he got a big bargain today. The robe on the guy who fell from the sky should be very valuable. His own clothes were already too small. He could peel them off and ask Aunt Niu to change them into new ones.

After resting for a while, it looked like it was getting dark.

I picked up the bucket and drank a few gulps of the water originally used to water the ground, barely feeling full.

Dig up the dead man quickly while it's still dark. There are good things in him.

After struggling to move the gravel, the skinny boy was instantly excited.

“What beautiful shoes!”

He took off the unfortunate monk's brocade boots in a few moments and couldn't wait to put them on his feet. They were a bit big, but they were so beautiful and comfortable. They were better than the shoes of the village chief's grandfather's daughter-in-law! The skinny boy who got the new shoes even thought he could use them.

Shoes are used as betrothal gifts to win over a wife.

Looking at the corpse again, he took off the white cloth socks from his feet without caring about the blood.

"Get rich! Get rich! More than you can make by killing a few horse thieves!"

I remember that it was dirty, smelly, and had a fishy smell when I was raping the horse bandits, but the old man who fell from the sky was much more fragrant.

Young minds unconsciously equate monks with fat sheep...

There are coats, boots, socks, and even a shirt inside the coat! Untie your belt, throw away your woven straw belt, and tie the silky belt around your waist. The feeling is like stroking the soft down of a wild mouse cub.

The flames of fighting in the distance are raging and evil, and here in the valley I can't stop touching corpses.

Excitedly, he stripped the monk naked. The hairpin used to tie his hair was very exquisite. The material was shiny and must be good. He took off the ring. The bracelet looked very good. There were more than a dozen bits and pieces all over his body. There was also a big penis on his waist.

gourd.

I picked up the gourd and shook it, and there was a buzzing sound inside. I planned to keep it at home and pour it out again.

A beautiful pouch hangs from the belt around her waist.

The thin boy was surprised that the palm-sized thing could actually extend half of his arm into it. He groped around inside and accidentally grabbed something. When he took it out, he saw that it was a white bottle with a narrow neck and a big belly, blocked with a wooden stopper.

I was curious and took off the cork.

"It smells so good..."

Driven by curiosity, he caught it with his palm and poured it out, pouring out a few round pills.

He swallowed with a gulp, which was very tempting. His instinct drove him to stuff the pill into his mouth. He instantly felt that he was no longer hungry, and his whole body was warm and comfortable...

It felt like my mother giving herself a bath when I was a child. The wooden basin was filled with warm muddy water, and the sunshine was charming. My mother’s movements were so gentle, and she softly hummed the most beautiful songs. It was really comfortable...

Unknowingly, tears formed in the corners of my eyes, and warm tears flowed down my cheeks and into my mouth, with a salty taste.

He knew that those were distant memories that could never be returned to.

It's all in the past.

The instinct to survive in the apocalypse made him wake up quickly. He sat there for a while until dark. Looking at the dark environment around him, he remembered that he had forgotten to go back to the village before dark. The monsters and evil people in the wilderness would kill and eat people. It was strange.

It's amazing that tonight there are no evil things wandering around in the dark.

As a mortal, the skinny boy didn't know how scary tonight was. Both evil things and monsters were frightened by the evil spirit of the battle between the two armies. Those who could escape ran away desperately, and those who couldn't escaped crawled into their lairs and trembled. The weak ghosts were on the spot.

dissipate.

Who dares to wander out?

After taking the pill, the boy was not only not hungry but also felt full of strength. Although his body was very comfortable, he preferred the terrible weapon. The environment in the apocalypse was harsh. Only with weapons could he survive. Only with weapons could he protect the village and kill the abominable plunderers.

By.

Use a new bloody robe to wipe away your tears.

He stood up, gritted his teeth, and tried to hold the weapon with both hands again.

"ah……"

The palms of my hands tingled as if hundreds of needles were pricking the muscles of my arms, and I had to let go of my hands due to the strong shock.

The pain and numbness in both arms took a long time to recover. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it. This weapon was very unusual. The sharp blade exposed seemed to be able to cut through the wind and sand. If you had it, you might never have to be afraid of horse bandits.

He looked back in the direction of the village. It was pitch dark at night and there were no lights on. The fear of darkness kept urging him to go home quickly and return to the safety of the village wall.

but……

Try again and maybe you can pull it out if you hold on for a while.

So he gritted his teeth and grabbed the handle again, refusing to let go even if he was hit by the evil spirit. He was determined to get the weapon!

There was no accident. Once again, his head was hit by the evil spirit. He was dizzy and weak. He knelt down in front of the corpse. His head felt dizzy as if he had been hit hard.

He doesn't understand many things, and he doesn't understand the basic common sense of the spiritual world.

After all, it is the killing weapon of the snake demon soldiers in the Mahayana period.

After he regained consciousness, the deep sense of loss and powerlessness made him despair. He just wanted to protect himself, why couldn't he?

Looking up at the sky, kneeling in the dark wilderness late at night, I don't care if my knees hurt from stones.

Kneeling helplessly, the sky is still flickering, and I don't know how long it has been.

When I was in despair, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I remembered the Temple of the Dragon Goddess that had protected the village for generations.

Kneeling down, he turned around with difficulty and kowtowed heavily in the direction of the village stone temple.

Time after time, in the pitch black night, no blood could be seen, only the hot flow from my forehead flowed into my eyes...

Looking up, the thin boy opened his blood-red eyes.

"Please protect me from the Dragon Goddess to get this weapon. I want to protect the village, I want to avenge my parents, and I want to...live!"

"The only thing I can offer you is a life that is worse than a dog like mine!"

Kowtow again.

At the same time, a mysterious light shone in the depths of Bai Yujun's eyes in the cold ice inside Tianzhu Peak.

The thin boy stood up and reached out to grab the handle of the knife.

It seems that time has become very slow, and the sound of heartbeat and breathing can be heard nervously. The open palm is getting closer and closer to the handle of the knife, and gradually closes it, and the rough palm is about to touch the handle of the knife.

Pause briefly and hold it down while exhaling for a long time.

The fingers and palm fit perfectly with the handle of the knife, without any sting or rejection, and you can even feel the temperature and solidity of the sharp blade.

The knuckles of my fingers turned white. I clenched it hard and pulled it hard. The sound of the sharp blade cutting skin and flesh was so clear. It was very heavy and required both hands to hold it.

Pull out all the knives.

The bright white straight blade is very straight, and the front end is different from common knives.

The beveled tip allows you to feel the sharpness of the knife even when you hold it in your hand.

He slowly and laboriously lifted it up little by little, trying hard to lift it up to the sky. His arms were shaking with exhaustion and excitement. He finally had his own knife, which could protect the village, avenge his parents, survive, and kill all the bad guys.

Kill all monsters.

When the demon dragon in the newborn dragon's nest revives the dragon's veins, this world also begins to give birth to people with great luck.

In the battle formation of the snake demon army on the battlefield above the Yunling Mountains, a certain snake demon soldier holding a spear suddenly realized that he had lost touch with his straight knife.

"..."

Although I wanted to complain, I ended up staying silent out of habit.
Chapter completed!