Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

Wu Shuyang took a small step back, watching Jian Mingshu skillfully arrange the Jiugong gossip.

"Gengshen Moon Wuzi's day." Jian Mingshu said to himself, he pinched his slender knuckles and pushed Jiazi up: "Ding Hai, Bing Shu, Yi Chief..."

"Shangyuan Yin escapes the ninth game." Wu Shuyang directly reminded.

Jian Mingshu looked back at him, with some unexpected joy in his eyes: "Not bad, little friend Shu Yang."

After speaking, he turned back again and arranged the ten heavenly stems into the ninth palace in reverse order.

Wu Shuyang watched him check the time, push the head of the day, set the value symbol, install the eight gods, and arrange the eight gates with ease.

It can even be said that Jian Mingshu, a modern person, can use such obscure things as Qimen Dunjia more easily than Wu Shuyang.

In a blink of an eye, Jian Mingshu had already completed the eight gates, and was facing the eight exits of the stone room to determine the direction.Wu Shuyang looked down at his watch: It took less than 5 minutes, which was several times faster than when he was a freshman.

"Did you feel dizzy?"

Jian Mingshu noticed that Wu Shuyang was staring at the Jiugong Bagua diagram on the wall in a daze, and laughed at him: "I'll explain to you when I have time, now I have to hurry up."

Jian Mingshu focused on the direction, and his cuffs were neatly rolled up, revealing the black mark on his left forearm.

...the blot.

When he saw the black mark on the man's arm last night for the first time, he immediately remembered the child who was expelled from the Hades because of his mistake.

Wu Shuyang "existed" for a long, long time. At the beginning, he was still counting his birthday.Afterwards, day after day, year after year, the scale of time seemed to him to become much blurred.One year or ten years, for him, the difference is not big.

Although he couldn't remember the time clearly, he still remembered the origin of this imprint.He once rescued a child in the process of arresting a ghost, and when he left, his black cloak burned the child's left arm, leaving several black lingering marks.

For this matter, Wu Shuyang also made a special trip to Hades, and asked whether there would be any consequences for Yan Mowang, the king of the fifth hall, and the ghost fire in Fengdu Prison.

"This boy is marked by Fengdu Prison and is no longer under the jurisdiction of the Underworld."

The King Yan Mo at that time was Fan Zhongyan[2].He has been in office for hundreds of years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

Fan Zhongyan brought a lot of life and death books and merit books, and searched them back and forth many times, but he couldn't find the boy's name.He thought about it, but couldn't understand it, and reluctantly gave an explanation of "not under the control of the underworld".

When Wu Shuyang further asked whether this matter was good or bad, Yan Mowang explained: "This is not a bad thing. If it is not under the jurisdiction of the underworld, at least it will escape the birth, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people, and no one will ask for their lives. As for him How long to live, without a life book, it can only depend on his personal creation."

Fan Zhongyan took office in 1052 and worked hard for hundreds of years until Zhang Tingyu came to resign.Based on this rough estimate, the person in front of him, if he really left his imprint by accident, should have lived at least hundreds of years.

Could this "simplified concubine" in front of him be the child he once met?

Wu Shuyang looked at Jian Mingshu who was in his early twenties at most, and couldn't stop thinking.

"You are not mistaken, the door that was just closed is really the door of life."

After some fiddling, the location calculated by Jian Mingshu happened to coincide with the stone door they entered.

After working for a long time, he really closed the escape door with his own hands. This is not over, and it also attracted a channel of drowned female ghosts.

Jian Mingshu sighed: "It's over now."

He leaned casually against the stone wall, with his left hand in his pocket, and his right hand subconsciously turning the mahogany knife, constantly thinking about other possibilities.

Wu Shuyang stood beside him, his black windbreaker draped neatly.Although he stood casually, he was straight from the top of his head to his toes.A few dim lights on the wall of the stone chamber enveloped him, and this warm color still couldn't change his pale complexion.

It was like not seeing the sun for hundreds of years.Jian Mingshu glanced at Wu Shuyang and thought to himself.

He twirled the mahogany knife in boredom, opened his palm and looked, there were still three bloodstains.Jian Mingshu turned the back of his hand over, and took another look at the black blood stain on the back of his hand.

"It's better to erase it." Wu Shuyang said suddenly.

Jian Mingshu touched the small imprint and said in a low voice, "It's not enough yet."

Now, it is not known what is going on outside; Liu Ruonan is still left alone at the Yushu Lake Water Altar, with only a red paper umbrella that can withstand it for an unknown period of time.

Jian Mingshu was restless, and the mahogany knife that was spinning constantly in his hand dropped his hand and fell a step away from the pile of blood baby corpses.

He took two steps forward, bent down to pick up the knife, and subconsciously glanced at the pile of blood babies.

The little black-purple babies curled up, their bodies covered in wet mucus, and their small chests rose and fell rhythmically.

Jian Mingshu was almost frightened, and immediately took a step back, unable to stand upright, and was helped by someone from behind to stop.

Wu Shuyang supported Jian Mingshu with one hand.Seeing that he was standing still, Wu Shuyang quickly drew his hand, took a step back, and restored the stability when he was standing before.

Before Jian Mingshu recovered, he unconsciously lowered his voice: "These blood babies are alive."

The other party was not surprised: "Yes."

Seeing Jian Mingshu Xiaoxiao was surprised, he added: "It was like this when I came in."

"Speaking of... how did you get in?" Jian Mingshu stood with his back to the light, and his shadow engulfed most of Wu Shuyang into the darkness.

Wu Shuyang didn't speak.He lifted a small piece of bangs casually, revealing a smooth forehead and deep browbones.

Even with such a pretty face, Jian Mingshu felt that her patience was greatly tested.Has this person not spoken to anyone for a long time or something, so cold.

Jian Mingshu stared at him, and stood in front of Wu Shuyang, forcing him to answer.

Wu Shuyang looked slightly taller by two centimeters, he touched his right wrist subconsciously, as if he was not used to confessing:

"The Judgment Pen broke the black iron door lock, and I followed in. From that door." Wu Shuyang pointed to a stone door three doors away, "After entering, the Judgment Pen disappeared, and that door also I can’t open it. It took me a while to figure out the location of the birth gate, and just as I opened it and walked out, I ran into you.”

Yep, went back again.

The only "life gate" that could escape was blocked.

Jian Mingshu let out a long breath.He recalled what Wu Shuyang said just now, and found a blind spot that both of them ignored——

"You mean, you haven't seen what's under the pile of blood babies?"

Wu Shuyang looked up at him and shook his head.

Jian Mingshu put it more directly: "Maybe there is a secret door."

The other party nodded to him once.

Jian Mingshu immediately pulled up his sleeves, and folded up the remaining shirt sleeves neatly.He is not a very particular person, but he has to fold his sleeves neatly, and for some reason he has some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He walked a few steps to the pile of blood babies, held a little baby's foot upside down, and moved it aside.Jian Mingshu could be regarded as light-footed, and the blood baby did not wake up.

Just when he was about to mention the second blood baby, a green fire struck, and piles of blood babies were turned into ashes.

Jian Mingshu looked back at Wu Shuyang, who looked calm, as if the fire in front of him had nothing to do with him.

I've never seen such a calm arsonist... Jian Mingshu complained in his heart.

Seeing that the pile of blood babies was getting smaller and smaller, a thing that should not have appeared gradually appeared——

"Wait a minute!" Jian Mingshu yelled, he looked back at Wu Shuyang, who was a little surprised, but the green fire didn't stop.

The incident happened urgently, Jian Mingshu remembered that when he used the black windbreaker to burn the Kiri figurines, the windbreaker caught fire, but he was not injured at all.

He took off his black windbreaker three times and five times, and immediately slapped the green fire on the pile of blood babies.

The flames were fanned and flew around, and the wind grew, and the fire became more intense.

Jian Mingshu glanced at the black windbreaker in his hand, and simply covered the whole thing up, but unexpectedly, the green fire broke out suddenly, and the flames shot up into the sky in an instant.

As the fire intensified, the exploding head that Jian Mingshu first saw also began to be covered with green fire bit by bit.

"Step aside."

Jian Mingshu was stunned for a second, then was dragged up from the fire.

Wu Shuyang casually raised the black windbreaker that was covering the fire, and turned it over to cover the green fire.

Immediately afterwards, a huge black cloth covered the entire heap of blood babies tightly.Through the black cloth, the light from the green fire flickered, and the fire gradually died down.

Jian Mingshu recognized it: this is the black cloak that covered the two of them in the stone path just now, maybe it is the black cloak that Wu Shuyang wore when he fought against the Tongren figurines in the woods.

It's no wonder that when Jian Mingshu used a black windbreaker to burn the Tongren figurines, the outside was full of green fire, but the inside had no effect. It turned out that the other side was used to insulate the fire.

"You start a fire from the front and extinguish it from the other side. Your clothes are very useful." Jian Mingshu watched the green fire gradually go out, and white smoke came out through the black cloth.

Wu Shuyang replied vaguely: "It was sent out at the same time."

Jian Mingshu looked at him in disbelief: "What unit? Are you still recruiting?"

Wu Shuyang lowered his head and smiled helplessly.The line of his upper lip stretched out like a seagull's wings.

His smile is completely different from his usual repulsive temperament, but a clean and transparent smile.

Jian Mingshu didn't expect that he could draw out such a touching smile with a simple sentence, and he was almost taken aback.

He suddenly reacted, picked up the black cloth and black windbreaker from the extinguished blood baby fire, and patted the ashes casually to cover up his gaffe.

As expected, whether it was a black cloth or a black windbreaker, there was no trace of burns or smoke.

"What kind of black technology is this? It's so easy to use." Jian Mingshu sighed, "You can't be a person from the future, you have come here through time travel."

"If you like it, keep the windbreaker."

Wu Shuyang only took the black cloth, and there was still a trace of the clean smile on his lips.

"To tell you the truth, I have exactly that intention." Jian Mingshu smiled humorously, fearing that Wu Shuyang would repent, he quickly put on the black windbreaker.

He turned around, and dug up the familiar person among a pile of charred and charred blood baby corpses.

A curly aunt with an afro, and a rose red sportswear.

It's Miss Zhu.

In other words, it is "a part" of Sister Zhu.

There wasn't a single good place on her body where she was bitten, and some wounds were frizzy, as if she had been bitten by some animal and then torn open.

Jian Mingshu picked up a few more blood babies, and showed another hand beside Sister Zhu.

"This is……"

Jian Mingshu frowned.