The village chief ran out like crazy with the notice in his arms. He was still mumbling something, but Yun Shen didn't hear it clearly. He shrugged and threw the stone under the window out of boredom.
"Lazy little Doudou! Get up -" Chu Yunshen shouted loudly and turned around and ran away. He was immersed in the joy of disturbing his friends' clear dreams and laughed.
The fearful expression on the village chief's face made his smile freeze on his lips. For some reason, he suddenly lost the mood to continue playing.
Selecting a blood contract spirit beast? What does it mean?
Chu Yunshen kicked the pebbles on the roadside and went home out of boredom. The morning sun was getting warmer and warmer. He breathed in the fresh air hard and wanted to shout with joy.
Little did he know that his fate would quietly change from this beautiful morning that had just begun.
Disasters are often caught off guard and strike just when everything seems most normal and should continue to be good.
The next day, my brother-in-law, who had just entered into an engagement with his sister, broke into Yunshen's home and showed his spirit fox prototype. He was so crazy that he bit his whole family to death.
Yun Shen watched helplessly as his father, mother, sister, and brother fell down one by one in front of his eyes. He was hidden in the water tank by his mother, and his sobs, tremblings, and exclamations due to the uncontrollable fear were drowned in the water.
My brother-in-law roared crazily, and his family members screamed in agony.
He didn't understand what was happening at all. His eyes were filled with the color of blood and he couldn't see anything.
The cruel, endless killing was like a lingering heartache. There was a buzzing in his ears, and he didn't even hear that the room had become quiet. The heavy footsteps and hoarse roar were slowly approaching him.
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"No--!"
At the same time that the lid above his head was flipped over, a hot round object fell into the water tank where Yun Shen was hiding. The humid and smelly breath of the giant spirit fox had already hit Yun Shen's face.
"Woo——"
Following the mournful cry of the fox, a weak figure burst out of the window, with tears in his eyes and a head tightly held in his arms.
The head's eyes were not closed yet. It was staring blankly at the sky, filled with anger, sadness, and a heart ashen as death.
But he didn't know where to escape. The setting sun was like blood, and the entire Linghu Village became a Shura field for killing each other. Some of the foxes showed up in huge fox shapes and bit each other, covered in blood;
The magic spells include flames, icebergs, and lightning flashes, and the fight is hearty.
There is blood flowing in the river, and the sound of mourning fills the land.
He looked far away at the courtyard of the village chief's house. A small green shadow hung on the low wall. He immediately closed his eyes and turned back. No, that's not Xiaodoudou, that's not it, that's not it...
He didn't dare to open his eyes. The hellish village could no longer tolerate a pair of eyes without blood!
"Xiao...Xiaoyun..."
How...who, who is calling him...
Chu Yunshen was stunned, who was it? Could it be his sister? He looked at his sister's head in horror and touched her bloody lips. No, it wasn't her... She had been killed by that cruel guy, and she would never be seen again.
Unable to speak to him gently, I smiled at him.
"Xiao...yun...zi..."
The weak voice was still calling him. Finally, the hand like a dead branch grabbed his ankle, but it was as tight as an iron hoop.
village head?
Yun Shen knelt down and held the blood-stained hand of the village chief: "Uncle village chief, what on earth is going on? What happened! Why are people in the village fighting each other? What's wrong with everyone!"
The village chief's trembling hands reached inside his clothes. Yun Shen quickly recognized the crumpled, blood-stained piece of paper - the notice.
Is it related to the selection of the Demon Lord’s blood-contracted spirit beast?
"This time the Demon Lord...came to our Linghu Village to select...a cruel...spiritual beast..."
Cruel spirit beast! It’s not that I have never heard of this word. Cruel spirit beast is not limited to the types of spirit beasts, such as six-tailed spirit fox, Lushu, Qinyuan, etc., but is a symbol of the highest grade. Legend has it that cruel spirit beast
A beast can only obtain the title of "cruel" by killing all its own clan members. Once it signs a blood contract with a human, it will become the most loyal spiritual beast and will never betray its master in its life.
Chu Yunshen squeezed the notice tightly, almost crushing it to pieces. In order to select the cruel spiritual beasts who would be loyal to him, the Demon Lord issued the notice, causing the whole village to kill each other... It was so crazy!
"But why should everyone obey that demon lord?"
"Ahem...cough...Xiaoyunzi...you are still young, you don't understand people's hearts...Everyone can't escape death...Everyone dies, everything is in vain...But they want to win with all their strength before they die...
What to seize... Some people do it for fame and fortune, some do it for friendship, and some people just... want to live..."
The village chief held Chu Yunshen's hand tightly, as if once he let go, he would no longer have the strength to speak. It was not until a long, long time later that Chu Yunshen understood the meaning of these words.
Those crazy villagers, some of them want the name of the cruel spiritual beast, some of them want to avenge their dead relatives, some of them kill each other and cut off their friendship in order not to be killed by others...
But in the end, what does it matter to him who killed all these people and was marked with cruelty with blood all over his body?
What is he killing for? Fame, friendship, or survival?
Perhaps, there was no need to find out anymore. He just wanted to quickly join in this carnival-like killing and let those crazy people kill him as well.
It's sad and ridiculous. God played a trick on him, and he turned out to be the last one to survive. Everything was no longer his choice, because his life no longer belonged to him. He got what everyone wanted, and what he wanted the least.
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But... is he really alive? When the cruel imprints like iron drills pierce his skin, flesh, and bones, the pain penetrates him like a torrent, but quietly surrounds him like clouds and mist in the mountains, dense and never willing to disperse.
.He couldn't tell whether it was painful or not.
He had no idea whether he was alive or dead. He was brought into a whole new world and was completely destroyed by a life that did not belong to him.
But still felt no pain.
The Demon Lord said that he is the most perfect killing tool because he has completely destroyed his heart. He is not doing it for fame, friendship, and not wanting to live, he is just killing people in the purest way.
In fact, he is not, he still has a heart and a desire in his heart. He does not seek anything, he just desires death.
Seek death.
I hope that one day when I perform a mission for the Demon Lord, I will be killed without mercy. The more ugly and painful the death, the better.
It's a pity that he happens to be a powerful man.
Since you can't die, you can only satisfy your desire for death by constantly killing others.
After a long time, he finally met his opponent and finally tasted the feeling of invincibility, fear, and excitement.
Xia Gulin.
He thought he could finally die contentedly by the sword of a worthy opponent. The tip of his sword was pressed against his throat, but it did not penetrate.
What kind of look did he look at him?
"The Demon Lord has no time to care about you now, so come with me."
When Xia Gulin said this, he looked at the cruel mark on his right chest through his clothes that had been torn by the sword before.
"Humph, stop dreaming." Chu Yunshen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "This mark cannot be erased unless I die. As long as the mark remains, I can only take orders from him."
"Even if the mark cannot be removed, you are not willing to follow him."
Chu Yunshen clutched his heart tightly. He wished that his heart could escape and be torn into pieces - he understood what it felt like! It was heartache, and it was heartbreaking to have someone see through the most vulnerable part of his heart!
He also understood what Xia Gulin was looking at.
See through. See through. Can’t bear. Heartache.
It was that look that told him to follow him.
He didn't want to trust the man in front of him, and he didn't think that going from a place where he didn't know life and death to a place where life was worse than death would make him feel better.
But he still decided to go with Xia Gulin.
At least, he could leave these demon lords who had driven his entire village to death.
Although, I can't get rid of myself who actually killed them with my own hands.
On the first night he left the demon clan, he woke up crying from nightmares and the pain of summons that was burning inside him. He grabbed the person who held him down to quiet him down, roared and bit his shoulder.
Cold sweat mixed with tears poured down like rain. Although he was separated by several layers of clothes, the salty smell of hot blood slowly calmed him down... It felt like he was one step closer to the death he expected.
Ridiculous, pathetic. He saw the sun the next day again. Nothing can make people feel more desperate than this...
On the third day.
did not do.
On the fourth day, Xia Gulin forced him to eat. He vomited what he had forced into his mouth all over the floor. After doing this seventeen or eight times, Xia Gulin ordered people to clean the room without saying anything.
On the fifth day, Xia Gulin didn't come to see him, but a strange person came. He called himself Mr. Treading the Moon, and he was dressed in extremely slutty clothes. His left hand was spicy and his right hand was white. He was chattering.
He spat and said a lot of unintelligible words... and then the two of them had a fight... I can't remember what happened next.
He woke up on the morning of the sixth day and suddenly couldn't remember whether he had dreamed last night. The empty wine jars and chicken bones and fish bones in the room shocked him. He was thinking about last night's plot when the door was pushed open without warning.
Yes. Xia Gulin is back. He burped untimely.
On the seventh day... Xia Gulin invited a doctor. The doctor was not only a patient, but also a blind man. His slender, cold fingers pressed on his wrist to diagnose his pulse, and his fingers beat from time to time, which made him feel like there were dozens of cats in his heart.
His claws seemed to be scratching at the same time. After checking his pulse, the doctor said a lot of words that he didn't understand, wrote a prescription for medicine, and quickly ordered someone to cook the medicine.
It was already the ninth day after he woke up after taking the medicine. After taking the medicine prescribed by the blind doctor, he seemed to feel much better. He walked out of the room for the first time and saw Xia Gulin doing morning exercises in the yard.