Dialogue With Evil Gods: Become A Follower Of Tianzun At The Beginning

At the moment when the knife was drawn, Su Lin was completely awake, with a seamless switch between crazy and calm thinking.

The convincing logic that had been established in my mind before completely collapsed after waking up, and the original rhetoric used to persuade myself suddenly became ridiculous.

Any unreasonable stabbing or hallucinations are all reasons for self-deception. Anyone with a normal mind can tell that everything just now is an illusion caused by the weird bell sound.

The sound of the bell disturbed his mind and made him believe that the door would be blown open by the wind, which was full of loopholes.

But now the disturbing effect seems to have disappeared, did the attack just now work?

Su Lin wasn't sure, but he didn't hesitate for a moment in the attacking action in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the Japanese sword was lifted obliquely through the cloth curtain.

There was a slight obstruction from the handle of the knife. Su Lin was very familiar with this obstruction. Some veterans who survived the battlefield could even judge the depth of the knife edge through this feeling of touch.

What's more, it is even possible to tell whether the injured person is a man or a woman.

Su Lin frowned. He didn't know if his judgment was correct, but the knife just now was very strange. At first, it seemed to hit the man's body, but as the blade was pulled, the subsequent smoothness was like a woman. Or children.

The incision was long but shallow, not even touching the bone.

"Ding~~"

The crisp bell sounded again, but this time Su Lin was not disturbed in any way.

A hand came in from the center of the separated cloth tent. Su Lin's eyes had already adapted to the darkness. Under the hazy moonlight, he could clearly see that weird hand. The palm and fingers of that hand were stitched together with black thread. Cheng, obviously belonged to two different people.

Su Lin raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist. With the use of magical powers, Su Lin's fingers easily squeezed the opponent's wrist into a ball like pinching rotten tofu.

The sound of fine bone cracking came from under the flesh, the crushed muscle overflowed from between Su Lin's fingers, a smell of dead meat penetrated into the nasal cavity, and the sticky red paste came from the wound. outflow.

Across the curtain, there was no sound.

Almost at the moment when Su Lin made a counterattack, another hand reached out from under the cloth curtain and grabbed Su Lin's wrist like lightning.

Just when Su Lin was about to crush this hand, his stomach suddenly felt cold, and at the height of half a person, two more hands stretched out from the opposite side and sent the dagger into his stomach.

Those two hands turned the daggers, Su Lin endured the piercing pain, his survival instinct made him grab one of the daggers instantly, and the other dagger was pulled horizontally in his stomach, blood splashed out.

From the navel to the waist, he was cut with a very deep wound, and the severed intestines were like a bright red dead snake, sticking out his head from the opening in his stomach.

Su Lin broke off the opponent's third hand, let out a roar, and pulled the intruder who was hiding behind the curtain into the inner room.

The bell just now rang again, and the man in Taoist robe flipped somersaults in the air, walked a few steps with his feet against the wall, landed lightly on the kang, and looked down at Su Lin.

He held a compass in his left hand, and a bell in his right hand. At the position of his abdomen, three more hands protruded from under the Taoist robe. Two of his wrists had been pinched to pieces, and they were only connected by some fragile muscles and bones, but his face There was no sign of pain.

"A mere qi cultivator dares to attack Daoist me, is he impatient?" Nan Zhixian looked at Su Lin indifferently, carefully sizing him up and down, his contemptuous eyes gradually brightened.

Before the other party could speak, Su Lin had already swung the knife for the second time. The saber force smoothly cut off the other party's body from the waist, and the Taoist robes on the lower body were scattered all over the floor, revealing a female body that was completely different from the man's face.

The dense stitching marks remind Su Lin of Frankenstein and Chimera.

The opponent's severed upper body moved slowly, and was about to be dislocated and separated from the lower body, but suddenly a few streams of sticky red paste flew out from the wound, changing shape in the air, and making a sharp, high-frequency hissing sound like an insect.

The red paste finally changed into the shape of silk threads, piercing the flesh, and re-suturing the waist that was about to be separated.

However, the two arms of the Taoist priest's abdomen were peeled off from the body, just like throwing away scrapped equipment, and fell to the feet like garbage.

Setsuna, whose two arms were detached from the body of the Taoist priest, bent his joints violently and his muscles trembled violently, as if he was enduring great pain, but the Taoist priest kicked the two arms away at will, and gently shook the bell in his hand, A series of syllables with unknown meanings were recited from the mouth.

There were messy noises in Su Lin's mind again, like some people were talking, the voice was not low, but it was indistinct and hard to hear.

He didn't know if it was the effect of the ringtone, or if he had exhausted his supernatural power to the limit.

A large amount of blood was being lost, the brain was deprived of oxygen, and black dots appeared in the field of vision.

The blood on his stomach couldn't be stopped no matter what, he didn't dare to move casually, even when Zhu Jian knelt on the ground, he could feel the pieces of internal organs dangling in his stomach.

Are you going to die?

The supernatural power destroying the front has no effect on this guy.

Su Lin clenched his teeth and tried to stand up straight, but his legs didn't work.

He is very familiar with this feeling of powerlessness. It is like this when people are injured.

During the years of fighting, Su Lin deeply realized how fragile human beings are.

No matter how strong a person's willpower is, it cannot surpass the limit of the body. No matter how strong the hatred and anger is, it cannot make a person who is on the verge of death burst out with amazing power far beyond ordinary.

Exploding seeds is just a lie. In the face of death, what a strong will can promote is endless unwillingness.

"I... I'm a believer in Tianzun." Su Lin insisted.

Nan Zhixian was taken aback when he heard the words, his face suddenly twisted, and strong jealousy and hatred emerged from the depths of his pupils.

"Heavenly Venerable? You are still a believer, and you have a good talent for cultivating immortals... Don't worry, I won't let you die, you are still useful!"

Nan Zhixian glanced at Su Lin coldly and looked towards the backyard.

"Is the chick here?"

Su Lin felt his body was very cold, and he couldn't think of any other way. The name of Tianzun, the only thing he had hoped for, was not only useless, but also irritated the other party even more.

It turns out that even with supernatural powers, the human body is still so fragile, completely different from the monks in the impression.

"You're going to die... Didn't you mean you have to live no matter what... Whether it's in this world...or that world..."

Su Lin heard someone talking to him, the voice was very familiar.

"Su Lin big brother!" In reality, Su Lin heard Luo Huainan's shout, as well as the sound of the teapot breaking.

"What is the definition of a human being... Have you figured it out... Tell me the definition of a human being... You promised me..."

Whose voice is it? It's so rough, it's like a beast spitting out human words.

But why is it so familiar.

"You can't die yet...Leave it to me...Leave it to me."

What is the definition of human?

Su Lin suddenly noticed this question inexplicably, and suddenly he thought, is the definition of human beings the uncanny valley theory?

His field of vision completely sank into endless darkness, and his body entered a hot and humid space, wrapped in soft flesh, as if fused with that warm flesh.

There is a wind blowing from a certain direction, which makes people feel very cool.

Su Lin stretched his hand in that direction and touched the fresh air, he felt inexplicably comfortable...