The white-haired boy's tone was very calm, but Mr. Han really didn't dare to object.
He said firmly: "If that guy dares to take action here, we will kill him even if we die!"
The white-haired boy smiled and said: "Idiot. Even if we both die, we still can't defeat each other."
"But, he is also afraid...Interesting, are gods also afraid of mortals?"
The white-haired boy said as he walked towards the shelter area.
The demon-suppressing soldiers around the checkpoint were forced by his momentum, and no one dared to stop him.
I even forgot to report it to the administration.
It wasn't until the white-haired boy disappeared at the corner of the street that the demon-suppressing soldier quickly said: "Quick! Go and notify the consul!"
An exorcist holding a silver exorcism certificate is almost equivalent to a local exorcist.
When such a person comes to Minyang Sanctuary, he must be reported to the local governor for processing.
At this time, in the refugee shelter, two staff members had registered the elderly and distributed them a down jacket and a pair of dishes and chopsticks.
The down jacket looks a bit shabby, but its thermal insulation effect is much better than the linen robe on my body.
As for the bowls and chopsticks, they are for the elderly to eat.
The shelter only provides one meal a day. You will not die of hunger, but it will also keep people hungry for a long time.
Here, if you want to eat, you have to work.
The old man was holding the rice bowl with a calm expression.
There is no emotion or brilliance in the gray eyes.
If I have to say it, he is like a dead person, or a person without any desire to live.
But a dead person cannot pass the soul detection, and it is impossible for a dead person to come in without triggering the light and shadow rune defense.
Unless that person is S-level.
It is also what the people call god level and immortal level.
The old man turned his eyes and looked at the refugees in the shelter.
Most of these people are elderly people over seventy years old, and some are mothers with children.
Compared with the elderly, the treatment for taking care of children is slightly better.
But it is limited to food and clothing.
The staff around were very busy, some were distributing food, some were registering people, and some were discussing something in low voices.
If someone gets closer, they will find that they are discussing the medical problems of the elderly.
The weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and the yin energy is strong. Many elderly people are in a bit of a bad condition.
To be honest, if the Age of Dharma Ending hadn't brought about an increase in human souls, I'm afraid many old people wouldn't be able to survive this catastrophe.
The old man with gray eyes sat blankly in his seat. He didn't know how long it took before he put down the down jacket and bowls and chopsticks in his hands, stood up and walked out the door.
The staff saw the old man leaving but did not stop him.
After all, the shelter is just a shelter and will not restrict anyone from leaving. However, if you want to come in and make a living, you must meet the rescue standards issued by the local governor.
The gray-eyed old man walked very fast. He passed through streets full of pedestrians, saw vehicles loading and unloading medicinal materials, and also saw people looking for companions to dig and grow medicinal materials outside the sanctuary.
There were demon-suppressing soldiers patrolling the streets, and there were also people squatting at the crossroads, waiting for the Archon to arrange work.
Although it is only a small shelter area, the most basic order is still maintained here.
You know, after losing convenient communications, many remote areas ostensibly obey the orders of Middle-earth, but in fact many sanctuary areas have demon-suppressing soldiers or consuls who have established themselves as kings.
Some sanctuaries intercept supplies passing through their territory, while others fight with neighboring sanctuaries for resources.
Anyway, the chaos in remote areas is full of smoke and chaos.
The old man stood on the side of the road, silently looking at this busy but cozy town.
Suddenly someone from behind said: "What? You want to destroy this place?"
The old man looked back and realized that the white-haired boy was already standing side by side with him.
For a moment, a flash of black appeared in the old man's eyes, and soon the black filled his gray eyes, becoming deep and evil.
At the same time, a strange gossip pattern appeared in the white-haired boy's eyes.
The Bagua pattern seemed to be reflected in the eyes of the white-haired boy, it was a light golden color, and the runes seemed to be still flowing.
The two sides looked at each other.
Then the white-haired boy took a few steps back, and the Bagua runes in his eyes instantly dissipated.
But the blackness in the old man's eyes also quickly faded, turning gray again.
The white-haired boy walked forward again and said: "In my impression, wherever you go, there will be endless poison and plague."
"But now, it seems that you are different from what I imagined."
"The God of Plague, Zuka Mog. I am Chu Wu, the leader of the Wu team."
"Although we have fought against each other several times in the air, this seems to be the first time we have met formally, right?"
The gray-eyed old man smiled at Chu Wu and said, "I have a soul that lasts for a hundred years, but my body functions are still around the age of sixteen."
"Are you the old monster's soul-stealer?"
Chu Wu shook his head: "A hundred years ago, I suffered from an incurable terminal disease. In order to survive, I kept my body in a frozen state for a long time. I survived in this world as a soul."
"But I don't want to give up my body or my identity as a human being. So my soul has lived for a hundred years, but my body is only sixteen years old."
The gray-eyed old man asked again: "Then why do you want to return to your own body? Can your illness be cured now?"
Chu Wu shook his head again: "Because I want to take the path of asking one's heart."
"On the road to asking for my heart, I must be the complete me. Otherwise I will not be able to walk this road."
The gray-eyed old man looked at Chu Wu carefully, and after a while he replied: "Interesting, interesting."
"You are almost becoming a god."
Chu Wu shook his head for the third time: "In Middle-earth, there is no distinction between gods, immortals, and humans. People in Middle-earth who have gone through the path of asking the heart can only be called S-level, or soul realm. We do not recognize gods or immortals.