Zhang Aowen looked at the blood on his hands, his face was numb, and his pupils were blank.
Why did I survive?
Just now, Zhang Aowen could not escape the clutches of the devil.
Zhang Aowen remembers very clearly that Zhang Aowu was beaten to death by Lin Zichen with a palm. Even if they had the demon spirit, they were no match for that young man.
That man's strength was so terrifying that he didn't even know how to face it.
"How come he is so young and has the strength of the peak of the Heavenly Realm!" Zhang Aowen couldn't help shouting.
Zhang Aowu is his brother, a full brother. The two became disciples together and became the mainstay of the Tianqiong Sect. For more than 40 years, the two have never been separated.
However, just now, his brother died, and he had no ability to take revenge.
Zhang Aowen believes that since Lin Zichen can enter the realm of heaven and humanity at such a young age, he is definitely a genius among geniuses.
It is still unknown whether he will be able to enter the realm of heaven and human beings. How can he take revenge?
"Do you want to trade with me?" A voice suddenly appeared in Zhang Aowen's mind, making Zhang Aowen unable to react at all for a moment. How could there be anyone in the world... No, it was not a human.
"You... who are you?" Zhang Aowen's trembling voice seemed to be completely unable to conceal the fear in his heart... If it controlled his consciousness... wouldn't it... Moreover, why did time suddenly stop?
"Time does not stand still." The voice in his mind was calm and seemed to have a hint of smile, but it made Zhang Aowen even more frightened. How could time stand still? Could it be that this spiritual body is powerful enough to control time?
Oh, no...it's impossible. Even if it can enter my consciousness, it doesn't mean it can manipulate time at will.
"I just slowed down time. It's so slow that you feel like time has stopped, but it won't stay like this forever. After all, my power is limited, which means you will die soon."
The tone of the demon spirit seemed to be very happy, but Zhang Aowen's pupils suddenly dilated when he heard the last few words, and his heart suddenly shrank.
No! I can't die like this! At this moment, the human desire for survival has prevailed. Zhang Aowen can no longer use normal standards to measure whether this deal is worth doing. He only knows that if he refuses, then his
Life is about to be at risk.
For a little person like Zhang Aowen, no matter how much power or wealth he has, it cannot be the reason for him to lose his life. If he is asked to make a necessary choice between life and others, then he will definitely choose——
life.
What's more, he has yet to avenge himself. He wants to avenge his brother. He can't die now, absolutely can't die!
"It seems that human beings really do cherish themselves." That voice full of temptation sounded in Zhang Aowen's mind again.
"What deal do you want? I'll give it to you, as long as you can keep me alive and let me take revenge!" Zhang Aowen roared loudly, he didn't want anything anymore, he didn't want anything!
"Give me your memory, and I can absorb all the malice in it as nourishment, so that I can continue to slow down time and you can escape." The demon spirit tempted Zhang Aowen again.
If Lin Zichen were here, he would definitely sneer at the demon spirit's words.
Slowing down time is not an easy thing, not even a strong person in the Creation realm can do it!
The demonic spirit was deceiving Zhang Aowen and tricking him into giving up everything he had.
"All the memories..." Zhang Aowen thought of his childhood memories. Do those beautiful things have to be abandoned? Will the people he loved and the people he loved disappear?" Zhang Aowen's eyes gradually became confused.
And just when his face was filled with pain, he suddenly woke up.
"No, only if I survive will these memories have their value. There are still people waiting for me to go home. I... can't just die... no matter how high the cost is, losing all happiness, joy, sadness, and pain
, the memory of hatred, I am still me." Zhang Aowen opened his eyes, eyes full of determination.
"It seems that you have already thought about it." The voice seemed very calm.
Something gradually pulled away from Zhang Aowen's body. Zhang Aowen felt that his body seemed to be slowly becoming lighter, gradually falling as lightly as a feather into the grass, and then... disappeared.
Feeling the increase in its own strength, the demon spirit couldn't help laughing.
Yes, all of this was just a trap set by him. No matter what decision Zhang Aowen made, he would only be devoured by the demonic spirit in the end.
But if a person is willing to give everything, then the power he gets will be strong.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Aowen had forgotten everything, whether he was happy or sad.
"You are no longer you" the voice muttered to itself, but unfortunately no one could hear it.
Zhang Aowen looked at the blood on his hands, but still couldn't retrieve his memory, who he was, why he came here, why his hands were covered with blood, why...
"Since you have so many doubts, I will be merciful and share my strength with you." Unfortunately, Zhang Aowen couldn't hear the voice. He only felt a thick black mist gradually seeping into every cell in his body.
Every trace of flesh and blood.
"I want to take revenge and kill everyone." When Zhang Aowen's pupils turned completely black, a few intermittent words gradually came out of Zhang Aowen's mouth.
Zhang Aowen walked forward aimlessly. A little bird fell on the ground, but instantly turned into a dense black gas and disappeared. He slowly walked into the streets and alleys of the city, and walked into a dim
It was getting late in the alley, but in this alley, you could hear the sounds of children laughing, couples bickering, and chatting.
A few dog barks were faintly heard in the alley, and then it became quiet.
The black air gradually filled the entire alley, gradually eroding from the outside in. Zhang Aowen seemed to be able to hear the creaking sound of the walls of the alley being eroded by the black air, as well as the low whine of the dog... He entered every house at a fast speed, without flesh and blood.
Flying horizontally, there is no long flow of blood. It seems that just for a moment, this alley is quiet and photogenic. They seem to have left this world so cleanly. How wonderful, they will all disappear, gradually, slowly.
The corners of Zhang Aowen's mouth became more and more cracked, and in the end he couldn't even control it, and burst into tears from laughter. Even so, the bloodlust in his eyes was terrifying. Looking at the increasingly lifeless alley, and the empty night, Zhang Aowen felt
My own strength becomes stronger.
However, Zhang Aowen seemed to be unable to control himself, and his dark pupils seemed to have become darker.
One early morning, the sanitation worker who was cleaning the house looked at the quiet alley and wondered. "Hey, what's going on? Uncle Wang who usually goes for a walk didn't show up, and the children who came out to play ball didn't come out either."
He knocked on the door and asked, "Is anyone there? Is Lao Wang here?" When he pushed the door open, he saw a horrific scene of corpses lying around. He immediately shouted, "Help, there's a murderer. Hurry, hurry, call the police."
More and more people gathered, and everyone's faces suddenly turned pale, showing terrifying expressions.
However, it was said that the Marquis's consciousness gradually recovered. Sure enough, he lost all his power, but he no longer had the intention to kill and basically regained his consciousness. This was a good thing for the Marquis.
Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief and want to sleep quietly, the voice of the devil's spirit suddenly appeared in his mind. Yes, as a person who was once regarded as the host of the devil's spirit, it was absolutely impossible for him to admit his mistake. He was the devil's spirit.
He remembered clearly that part of the demonic spirit had penetrated into his body.
"How stupid. I didn't expect my host to be so stupid. Of course, I established a spiritual connection with you. Counting...this is my second transaction with human beings. How about the last one, I can pay a little price."
It just gave me a life in exchange."
"How do you want to trade?" Mr. Hou forced himself to calm down and asked quickly.
"Have you wavered so soon? It's very simple. According to our close relationship, you only need to hand over your dark side, your cruelty, to me. This time, I don't need those useless memories." The demon spirit said.
The voice gradually weakened, and Mr. Hou could not hear clearly what the demon spirit was saying, but the only thing he could be sure of was that if he made a deal with the demon spirit, at least he would not become Lin Zichen's dead soul.
On the contrary, the demon spirit will attract most of Lin Zichen's attention. Thinking of this, the Marquis no longer hesitated, "I want to make a deal with you!"
The Marquis felt that the "filthiness" in his body was gradually being extracted from the body, and the strands gradually merged into a black torrent, slowly leaving the body. The darkness was fading away, and a small white ball gradually enlarged from the heart, and appeared.
The white light became stronger as the darkness receded, illuminating the entire body step by step.
But the Marquis's consciousness gradually blurred, and sleepiness suddenly swept over him. He just wanted to lie down, and he didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to have the best dream ever, in which there was only laughter, laughter, and light.
His hands are no longer stained with blood. This is a sweet dream where there is no more killing.
Sure enough, for him, it was a dream!
And when the demon spirit extracts all the former host, it is even more delicious for the demon spirit. If any human being can see the demon spirit at this time, they will definitely be frightened by the satisfied smile on its face.
"When I first came to this world, I was sealed by a guy named Chu Ping, but now he is dead." Thinking of this, a crazy smile appeared on the face of the demon spirit.
"This world should belong to me!" After saying that, the demonic spirit took control of the Marquis' body and disappeared quickly.
And that kind of terrifying speed is not something that a warrior in the Mortal Realm can possess. (To be continued)