I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

This man is dangerous! !

Very, very dangerous! !

This is different from the sense of crisis before every battle. Lu Changsheng almost felt the threat of death nakedly.

Whether it was Tu Luo or Li Junchang before, he had never felt such a strong sense of oppression.

In Lu Changsheng's cognition, perhaps only Ying Tian in combat state can be compared with the man in front of him.

Now it is Lu Changsheng who is swinging the sword, but he has completely lost control of his limbs. He only feels that the person with the knife on his neck is actually himself.

A breeze blew, bringing up gusts of dust.

The fine dust fearfully avoided the moment it approached the man. Within three steps between Lu Changsheng and the man, it seemed to become a restricted area of ​​this world.

Nothing can get close at all.

Lu Changsheng's brain seemed to have lost the ability to function.

He could have chosen to hide in [Xuantian Realm] and escape alone, or activate [Pluto Dharma Body] and fight to the death, but the moment the man showed his true self, Lu Changsheng's mind was left with only a mess.

Even normal responses and thinking were sluggish.

Calm down!

Think of a way! !

Don't be dazed! !

Lu Changsheng shouted desperately in his heart, but his brain seemed to have crashed and could not respond for a long time, just like encountering extremely high latency in online games. Even if he tried to operate, he could only become a stupid goose.

The man's fingers were slightly bent, and with a flick of his fingers, the Ten Thousand Gods Sword was broken into shattered light spots.

His eyes under the hood stared at Lu Changsheng quietly, and his face, as cold as a robot, actually showed some changes in expression.

If Lu Changsheng was not mistaken, that expression should mean...

Confused?

The man took a step forward, as if he didn't trust his own judgment, and wanted to get closer to see Lu Changsheng's appearance, or to see Lu Changsheng's soul.

At this moment, a slender and clean big hand pressed the man's shoulder.

A familiar voice sounded in Lu Changsheng's ears.

"I caught you..."

The world... slowly broke apart.

The surrounding scene became distorted and blurred, as if torn by an invisible force. Every tree, every stone, and even the air itself began to show cracks that they shouldn't have.

These cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, weaving the entire world into a huge broken web.

The originally bright or dim colors became monotonous and pale at this moment, as if all the vitality was taken away at this moment, leaving only a dead gray.

Those fragments that were originally closely connected began to separate, some turned into dust and drifted away in the invisible, and some condensed into larger fragments, colliding and squeezing each other under the action of gravity, making a deafening roar.

The whole world seemed to be thrown into a huge grinder, being ruthlessly crushed and reorganized.

At this moment, time seemed to lose its inherent linear flow, becoming both fast and slow, both forward and backward.

Lu Changsheng felt as if he was in an endless vortex, chaotic and disordered.

When everything stopped and he stepped on the solid ground again, Lu Changsheng suddenly bent down, held his knees and gasped violently.

"He...hiss..."

"He...hiss..."

The scene in front of him gradually became clear, with scattered pebbles scattered among the stones and weeds, and the gurgling stream flowing silently.

Lu Changsheng recognized this place.

This was the stream where he, Huang Xuan and Zhou Yi fished together.

But the stream that was originally clear to the bottom has become another look.

In the stream, colorful lights and shadows interweave, sometimes warm gold, symbolizing hope and light; sometimes deep blue, revealing mystery and unknown;

There are also countless colors such as purple and green interweaving, like a kaleidoscope with endless changes, and countless pictures flashing in each ray of light.

There are men, women, children and the elderly.

Lu Changsheng looked towards the source along the direction of the stream, and countless brilliant lights connected to the sky, like a cocoon wrapping the world.

The end of all the streams converged in one place, condensing into a silver-white beam of light, blooming between heaven and earth.

"Changsheng, come here."

A familiar voice pulled Lu Changsheng's thoughts back, and he turned his head to see a middle-aged man who looked about 60% similar to Huang Xuan, sitting by the stream and smiling at him.

In the man's hand, he was still playing with a strange fragment flashing with colorful light.

Fragment of the Godhead...

Lu Changsheng recognized the object in the man's hand at a glance. Compared with the one left by Li Junchang at that time, this fragment of the Godhead was as big as a palm, and the lines on the surface and the energy flowing were obviously much stronger.

"Are you the first generation chief of the Demon Slayer Division?" Lu Changsheng walked to the man vigilantly, keeping a certain distance.

The middle-aged Huang Xuan in front of him was exactly the same as the weirdo he met before, and he could not sense any existence. Although he did not show any hostility at present, Lu Changsheng had to be on guard.

The feeling of losing his head at any time was too terrible, and he still had a little stress reaction now.

The man nodded and patted the seat next to him.

"Did you leave the hints in the dream before, including the recordings in the ancient continent and the Demon Slayer Division headquarters?" Lu Changsheng did not move his feet, but continued to ask.

The man nodded again and made way for Lu Changsheng to see his side clearly.

A girl sat quietly beside the man, with clear eyes and a faint smile.

"Xiao Yi doesn't have much time left, come here and chat." The man looked at Lu Changsheng and said somewhat dejectedly.

Lu Changsheng was startled.

After a few seconds of silence, he moved his feet and sat next to the man.

The girl raised her head slightly and looked at Lu Changsheng, revealing a faint smile.

Her body exuded a faint halo, and a little bit of starlight lit up around her, like a mini firefly, leaping from her body little by little and falling into the stream in front of her.

"Xiao Yi..." Lu Changsheng saw the girl's appearance clearly and greeted her softly.

The girl smiled and nodded, but never said a word.

Lu Changsheng took a deep breath, turned his gaze back to Huang Xuan, and asked, "So, should I call you Huang Xuan? Or should I call you Zhou Yi?"

"Fellow countryman?"

The man grinned happily, stretched out his arms, and put them on the shoulders of Lu Changsheng and the girl.

Just like that night, the three musketeers gathered together again.

"Call me Zhou Yi."

"I like this name."

The man looked at the stream formed by countless beams of light in front of him, slowly turned his head and said to the girl beside him.

The girl smiled and responded.

Soft light overflowed.

...

(PS: To avoid reading difficulties, when the girl Zhou Yi and the male Zhou Yi appear at the same time, the girl Zhou Yi will be called "Xiao Yi" to avoid confusion.)

(The chapter about Zhou Yi, the predecessor, is about to enter the closing part. This is the end of a story and the beginning of another story.)

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