After a simple meal, Xie Nanshi and Song Yu prepared to go out without delay. There were a lot of household items enshrining the statue of the evil god. They needed to check it out as soon as possible to prevent the evil god from making a comeback.
The two of them stepped out, and Du Anchen followed behind.
Song Yu looked back at her, not rejecting the helper who came to her door: "How was the old man yesterday?"
Du Anchen glanced at Song Yu in surprise, but he didn't expect that he was still thinking about the old man: "Don't worry, it's not a big problem. You can recover after taking a rest. Just..."
"What is it?" Song Yu looked at Du Anchen curiously.
Du Anchen sighed: "He still believes in evil gods."
At this time, the three of them had walked two streets, and the house ahead of them was the house that recently enshrined the statue of the evil god.
It was still early, and the doors of every house in the alley were closed, but you could smell different smells of fireworks. People here were preparing breakfast. To the left of Xie Nanshi was the house of their first destination, and the doors were ajar.
Yes, in addition to the aroma of food, there is also a touch of incense.
However, Xie Nanshi's steps suddenly stopped, and even his hand that was about to reach out to push the door stopped.
Xie Nanshi had indeed killed the so-called evil god yesterday, but evil spirits are common but evil gods are not, so that Xie Nanshi ignored the most important point - the evil god will never be destroyed unless his faith dies.
Even if you die, you can be reborn by relying on faith.
"Break all the evil statues!" Jie Nanshi hurriedly said, then turned around and ran back very quickly.
Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and then ran back. He knew that Xie Nanshi's words were meant for Du Anchen. After all, he was just a handsome man with no power, and a dangerous and unprotected job was not suitable for him...
Du Anchen looked at the two people's backs and clicked his tongue, then stepped forward and knocked on the door as if he was appointed.
"Open the door, the Safety Department is handling the case!"
Song Yu couldn't move as fast as Jie Nanshi, so he had no choice but to run to the Ping An Department. The closer he got, the clearer he could hear the sounds of fighting coming from there. At the same time, a pungent smell of blood also floated.
Got into his nose.
Song Yu's heart pounded, and he lifted up his clothes and strode through the door. What he saw was the old master who died a few inches away from the door. The blood all over his body seemed to have drained away, and his body became shriveled, and he
The ground he crawled on was completely stained red with blood.
There can be so much blood on one person...
Song Yu suddenly remembered the first time he saw the massacre in Qinghe Town when he first entered the game. At that time, the game protection function was activated. What he saw was a large BGM, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Even such a holographic experience shocked Song Yu.
It lasted for a long time, and I even had a nightmare one night.
That was the first time Song Yu saw an extra river in the town, a bloody river, a river formed by draining the blood of all the residents of Qinghe Town.
But this time without the protection of the system, Song Yu faced the tragic death of a person more directly. And this person had been with him day and night for so long.
Song Yu heard his teeth chattering and his stomach was churning. Seeing the scene of a familiar face dying tragically, the fear of facing death was much greater than the previous two times.
The environment is virtual, but Song Yu's instincts are real.
No matter how much he convinced himself that these were just images in the game, the feedback from every holographic data in his body showed the fact that he was resisting moving forward. It was as if what he was heading towards was not a game scene, but his bottom line as a human being.
.If he accepts all this easily, he will never be able to return to the normal and orderly world.
"Master." A voice as small as a cat's meow came from the other side.
It's Qiaoyi! Song Yu looked startled, his eyes that had been a little distracted refocused, and he ran towards the direction of the sound without having time to think about it.
He first saw Qiaoyi's shoes, with the soles sticking up behind the door. The ground was still scarlet, so when he got closer, Song Yu saw that her originally tender skirt was soaked in the pool of blood, stained.
It turned into a deep red. Song Yu clenched his teeth to restrain his fear and desire to vomit, and took another step forward.
Qiaoyi leaned against the gap behind the door. She hid herself here, but it was a pity that she missed the move. Her originally beautiful and rosy face was now pale, but her eyes were still bright. When she looked closely, she realized that they were just blindfolded.
A burst of tears.
She raised her upper arm a little with difficulty, and then dropped it suddenly, as if she had lost all strength. Song Yu's trembling hand had already held her. The warmth from Song Yu made the corners of Qiaoyi's mouth pull up, and her eyes
The tears I had been holding for an unknown amount of time finally fell.
She has been with the young master since she was a child, and it has been exactly sixteen years now. Seeing the young master grow from a child with hanging hair to a handsome young man today, she is not afraid of death, but is a little reluctant to let him go.
She can no longer accompany the young master.
"Don't be afraid, the young master will save you!" Song Yu's hands kept shaking. He wanted to pick up the girl who had been protecting him and go to the doctor. As soon as he made a move, more blood spilled from Qiaoyi's mouth.
"That's right! Red medicine!" For a moment, Song Yu forgot that he was in a game and also forgot about the life-saving red medicine. When he remembered it, he didn't bother to cover it up and took the red medicine directly from the space.
He took it out and stuffed it into Qiaoyi's mouth one after another.
The number of red pills in the backpack has been decreasing, but those pills that are enough to instantly revive any NPC in this game with full health have not had any effect. Song Yu's mind went blank. He remembered that this medicine was effective against Jie Nanshi.
It worked, and it also worked for the little boy who was so thin that he looked like he was about to die. But why was the body in his arms still getting colder and colder? Qiaoyi's wound was still bleeding continuously?
He even forgot to take a closer look at the description of Qiaoyi's serious injury buff. It wasn't until Qiaoyi's breathing gradually stabilized and the bleeding wounds gradually subsided that Song Yu suddenly realized that he had actually fed Qiaoyi a full buff.
It took a whole set of red medicine to save her life. But just the act of taking and feeding the medicine had drained all his strength.
Song Yu thought this was a bit unbelievable, and felt that it was unbelievable that he would try his best to save an NPC.
A sword energy soaring to the sky recalled Song Yu's consciousness, and he suddenly remembered why he was here. Jie Nanshi was still inside!
Song Yu's mood became serious. He gritted his teeth and carefully placed Qiaoyi back behind the door, then closed the door and turned around and rushed into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Jie Nanshi stood in the southeast corner, tall and tall, with his hands behind his back and his head looking up at the child in the air. He did not hold a sword in his hand, but the sharp sword energy lingered around him, as if he could use the sword at any time.
Pointing to the sky. Song Yu followed Jie Nanshi's gaze and found that standing in the sky was the thin boy who was regarded as the host of the evil god yesterday.
The child's eyes had completely turned into a bottomless black, with no reflection from the eyes. He lowered his head and looked down at Jie Nanshi, as if he was scorning ants.
As if he thought this sickly Taoist was very funny, he grinned, and the skin at the corners of his mouth tore open all the way to the base of his ears, revealing the bright red flesh and white teeth inside. They had obviously had a little intercourse when Song Yu came.
After the attack, the little boy's clothes had already been torn to pieces by the sword energy, but there were only some blood stains left on his gaunt and thin body. In the blink of an eye, the blood stains faded a lot.
Song Yu couldn't help but take a breath. This faint sound should have been inaudible in the courtyard that was constantly being hit by evil spirits and sword energy, but it was accurately captured by the little boy and he cast his gaze over. Song Yu avoided
Before she could even make eye contact with him, her mind immediately shuddered and she couldn't move.
The terrifying eyes evoked Song Yu's past memories. He had met this person in the first game, but it was still in the cutscene. As the protagonist of the game, he could only watch the evil god's actions from a bystander's perspective.
The victorious being slaughtered the entire town.
At this moment, the evil god's eyes were falling on him.
Fear arose spontaneously. At that moment, Song Yu felt that all the blood in his body was about to be drained, and he felt cold from head to sole.
Song Yu's eyes lost focus, and his knees unconsciously weakened: "God is immortal and can only be worshiped, but cannot be defeated."
Just when Song Yu was about to kneel down and worship, he heard Xie Nanshi's plain words: "There is no one who is invincible in this world."
Then he saw a sword, a silver long sword, with a hint of coldness in it. It seemed that he swung the sword calmly, but Song Yu could feel the sharp killing intent in the shadow of the sword.
Maybe it was because the sunlight was too dazzling. Song Yu subconsciously closed his eyes due to the sting. He felt warm and viscous liquid dripping from the corners of his eyes.
Isn't he just that blind? He has only heard that gods cannot be looked at directly, but now he can't even see a sword?
While Song Yu was still thinking wildly, someone walked up to him with a cold feeling from the wind and snow, and then a touch of coldness touched his eyes, soothing all the pain in an instant.
Xie Nanshi's voice came from the front, with a hint of smile: "You can open it now."
If you need to be scared, then be scared. Song Yu's eyelids rolled slightly, but he still didn't open them immediately: "Haven't we already transferred the evil god to the paper man? What's going on?"
After a while, when Song Yu's patience was about to disappear, he heard Jin Nanshi's slightly apologetic voice: "This child's situation is a bit special. He is not an ordinary host of human skin. Although the paper man is useful, there is no way to trap him for too long.
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Song Yu opened his eyes at this moment and saw Nan Shi frowning in thought. The little boy whose blood had almost frozen all over his body just now was wrapped in a cocoon-like charm and kept struggling in the middle of the courtyard.
Song Yu was very curious, but since he could only see the state of [???] when he saw the little boy at this time, he did not step forward hastily: "So, the evil god is indeed in this child's body now? What about that before?
Is he playing the role of us as the paper man? I just said that it is not so easy to possess the paper man, it is obviously very difficult."
Xie Nanshi obviously failed to understand the meaning of Song Yu's words, and only understood the other party's appeal from the tone. There seemed to be a little more human warmth in his cold eyes, and he spoke slowly: "How old is that child?"
In fact, his lifespan has already come to an end, but it was extended by the evil god, so he cannot be considered a complete person in the first place."
It looks more like a container for evil gods than a living person. But in the end, this child is not really dead yet.
After a pause, Xie Nanshi seemed a little annoyed that he had failed to see through the White Walkers' methods. Song Yu thought that this probably meant that Xie Nanshi was beginning to worry about his excessive moral standards again, so he decisively changed the subject:
"Fortunately, it is controlled by you now. By the way, where is your sword?"