Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Xian Peng Island.

In a wine shop.

"Lao Wu! You're finally here!"

"Where have you been fooling around lately?"

"Fuck you, my pants pocket is cleaner than your face, where can I go?"

"..."

At a table in the corner of the wine shop, Lin Jingyue and Wu Hua were drinking in silence, but their consciousness had already spread out and controlled all the movements in the entire wine shop.

A drunken man staggered down the aisle, staggered his feet, and stabbed a black-faced man at one of the tables, knocking over the entire table of wine and food.

The drunkard didn't realize the situation at all, and even cursed: "Fuck your mother! Who's blocking... blocking my way!"

The black-faced man who was being picked on had a gloomy face, with a faint red light flashing in his eyes. He raised his palm slightly, and a spiritual sword suddenly appeared——

As he raised the knife, a human head was cut off.

"Dead! Dead!"

"Lao Laisan was chopped down..."

The sudden murder made the originally noisy wine shop even more chaotic.

In the chaos, Wu Hua and Lin Jingyue saw the black-faced man running out in a panic.

Seeing this, the two stood up, leaving a piece of broken silver on the table, and followed him.

The black-faced man had just killed someone and ran directly into the dark alley where there were few people.

After the impulse, the black-faced man's face was trembling, and he murmured: "I didn't do it...it was him...it was him..."

After intermittent self-comfort, the red light in the black-faced man's eyes unknowingly became even worse, and he seemed to be in a state of madness.

At this time, a figure appeared in front of the black-faced man.

Wu Hua held the natal sword in his hand, his gaze like a sharp blade.

The dark-faced man panicked and turned around to leave, but unexpectedly, the road behind him was also blocked by Lin Jingyue.

"Finally caught you..."

"Still want to run?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-faced man's entire face trembled, became extremely twisted, and rushed toward Wu Hua!

Lin Jingyue raised her hand slightly and threw out a formation diagram. The faint golden light emitted by the formation shone on the black-faced man, like fire meeting oil, and black smoke was instantly burned out.

"Ahhhhh..." The black-faced man rolled on the ground in pain, and his flesh and blood fell off, revealing his white bones.

Lin Jingyue's expression condensed slightly: "It has been almost completely eroded by the nightmare energy, and there is no way to save it."

The two of them watched calmly as the black-faced man became silent little by little, and then they withdrew their formation.

When the two returned to the door of the wine shop, the inside was already blazing with flames. Dozens of monks in white robes surrounded the entire wine shop, and screams like ghosts and wolf howls kept coming from inside.

"Thank you both for your help."

An ethereal voice like the wind came from behind the two of them.

A young man in green robes walked slowly towards the two of them.

A slight smile appeared on Lin Jingyue's face, she cupped her hands and said, "Master Si."

The young man from the Si family nodded slightly to the two of them, fiddling with Buddhist beads as a habit with his fingertips. His eyes fell on the blazing wine shop, with neither joy nor sadness: "This is the last Nightmare tribe to escape. This wine shop is a source of pollution. After verification, , everyone inside has been 'bewitched'."

When they first came to Xianpeng Island, Wu Hua and Lin Jingyue noticed something unusual, so they stayed for some time and contacted the Si family, the overlord of Xianpeng Island.

Wu Hua took back his natal sword and said with a deep look in his eyes: "The Si family has been guarding Xianpeng Island for generations, why did the Nightmare tribe suddenly almost escape?"

"It's a long story." The young man from the Si family sighed.

"The Xingluo Sacrifice seal enshrined by the Si family has been weakening for hundreds of years. The Si family kept this secret closely and secretly searched for various methods to stabilize the seal, but it still had no effect. Only then was it exploited by the Nightmare clan. There was a loophole, and a small number of weak Nightmare tribes escaped."

"Fortunately, most of the seals are still maintained, and only some small fish and shrimps sneaked out."

When Wu Hua and Lin Jingyue heard this, their hearts felt heavy.

...Even the seal of the Si family guard has cracks?

Lin Jingyue asked aloud: "How much time is left for the crisis of annihilation predicted by the ancestor of the Si family?"

The young man from the Si family raised his eyes and looked into the distance. There seemed to be compassion in the depths of his eyes, and when he looked closely, they looked like an unfathomable whirlpool: "It can be as long as a thousand years, or as short as...a hundred years? Ten years? I can't say for sure... "

If you spy on the secrets of heaven with a mortal body, you will be punished by heaven.

Back then, the ancestor of the Si family died on the spot, his soul was scattered, and he only left a short number of prophecies in the world just because he acted against the will of heaven and told people's fortunes——

'At the end of the night, the common people mourn, reincarnate for thousands of years, and sacrifice the human body to the heaven...'

After so many years, these short sixteen words have been repeatedly considered and suspected by many people, trying to get a glimpse of a glimmer of life...

The eyes of the young man from the Si family were as deep as stars: "There is nothing going on here. You should go back as soon as possible. If you have time, you can go explore the ancient battlefield sites in Buzhou Territory."

Lin Jingxin nodded slightly: "Okay, we won't bother you."

Seeing that nothing happened, when the two were about to leave, Wu Hua received a message:

[Be careful these days]

Wu Hua paused and glanced back at the young man from the Si family. The latter's expression remained unchanged and there was nothing unusual about him. He was still fiddling with a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Wu Hua slightly arched her hands towards him, then turned and left.

Watching the two people flying away, the young man from the Si family still had deep eyes: "What a pity... I thought he was the most likely to become an immortal in ten thousand years, but it is difficult to escape the disaster..."

The Si family young man's voice was erratic, as if he was talking to himself. Not long after, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk, aren't you just calculating, stingy..."

Boom——

In the cloudless blue sky, bursts of muffled thunder sounded out of thin air.

The young man from the Si family opened his oil-paper umbrella, turned around and blended into the crowd of people on the street, like an inconspicuous speck of dust.

Tsing Yi Taoist robe shows compassion for heaven and earth.

Hold an umbrella with one hand and make Buddha images with the other.