Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

Jian Mingshu quickened his movements, and after a while, another person was dug out from the pile of corpses.

This person is a woman, slightly taller than Sister Zhu, with half-white hair.Jian Mingshu saw her red T-shirt at a glance, the round collar was frayed and frayed.

This is Miss Baimian!

No, to be more precise, this is the real "white-faced elder sister". Compared with the pale-faced elder sister with a gap, this one in the pile of corpses is more like a human being.

Jian Mingshu touched the real white-faced elder sister's hand from among a pile of messy blood babies, and opened her palm——

Three bloodstains.

Sure enough... the bloodstains of other people will be updated in real time, only that weird white-faced elder sister has five bloodstains on her palm all the time.At that time, Jian Mingshu guessed that she might have died long ago, so the bloodstain on her palm hadn't been renewed.

Now it seems that the weird and stiff white-faced elder sister is not a problem of not being updated at all, but that she is not a human being at all, let alone a challenger of God.

After thinking it over, Jian Mingshu's heart skipped a few beats for no reason.He arranged for Liu Zhongchangle and the others to go back to the wooden house, and they will definitely meet that fake white-faced elder sister. I don't know if they will encounter any danger?

Just as he was thinking, something flew out of the fire and hit his heart hard, knocking Jian Mingshu into a stagger.

Jian Mingshu looked up and immediately recognized the flying thing.

"You really want to become a master?" Jian Mingshu scolded.

This is his Judgment Pen. The body of the white jade pen with a purple ribbon is flying around in the stone room.

The pen whirled in the air, and the blood babies on the ground were judged to be brought into a whirlwind by the spirit pen, and quickly turned into spiritual energy and blood.

Spiritual energy entered the pen, blood turned into black smoke, and quietly crawled into Jian Mingshu's left pocket.

"...Why do you still automatically subdue demons?" Jian Mingshu looked at his magic pen with some puzzlement.

Wu Shuyang glanced sideways at the black smoke of blood crawling into Jian Mingshu's pocket, and forbeared it.Taking advantage of the moment when the Judgment Pen absorbed the blood baby's aura, he grabbed it.

Judging Lingbi seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and struggled frantically after being caught.Wu Shuyang's joints were turning white, he tried his best to suppress it, but the Judgment Pen was still moving around.

In desperation, Wu Shuyang took out a pair of bells with purple ribbons from his clothes pocket. The bells were the size of a walnut, with runes hollowed out all over the body, and a jade bead was adorned at the bottom of the ribbons.

Gilded fire bell!

Seeing this legendary spiritual treasure, Jian Mingshu stared closely at the pair of hollow bells, like a performer seeing an irreplaceable famous piano.

The gilded fire bell seemed to be whispering.It—she, to be exact—was sentient.

Wu Shuyang shook the pair of gold-plated fire bells lightly, the purple ribbon adorned under the bells twirled leisurely, and the jade beads adorned at the bottom collided with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Judgment Lingbi responded and calmed down.

The gold-plated fire bell is truly worthy of being the number one spiritual treasure for peace of mind and soul.Jian Mingshu had only read about this legendary treasure in books.The book uses a simple line drawing to draw an outline, and the sketch has already convinced the simplicity to the delicacy of the gilded fire bell.

Unexpectedly, the real thing is more meticulously crafted than the picture in the book, thousands of times and tens of thousands of times.

Jian Mingshu was staring at the gilded fire bell, and found that Wu Shuyang's gilded fire bell and judgment pen belonged to him, so he put them in his pocket naturally.

He immediately grabbed Wu Shuyang's sleeve: "This magic pen should be returned to its original owner."

Wu Shuyang nodded: "It is the return of the property to its original owner."

Jian Mingshu pointed to himself: "Return to the 'original owner'?"

Wu Shuyang took out the two magic tools from his pocket, spread them out in his palms, and looked at Jian Mingshu suspiciously: "You mean, the Judgment Pen belongs to you?"

Jian Mingshu didn't answer.

With a confident smile on his face, he snapped his fingers towards the Judgment Pen.The body of the white jade pen rose in response to the sound, and flew towards Jian Mingshu's right hand.

Jian Mingshu then judged the spirit brush, and the brush was spun several times around his fingertips, and he was able to transport it easily, as if he was familiar with the pen.

Facts speak louder than words.

Jian Mingshu twirled the judging pen a little proudly, and said with a light smile, "How about it, do you believe it?"

"This pen belongs to my bosom friend." Wu Shuyang said bluntly.

Jian Mingshu deliberately played Tai Chi with him: "We just met tonight, so you see me as a bosom friend so soon?"

Wu Shuyang glanced at him, his gray and cold eyes made Jian Ming unable to discern what kind of emotion it was.

"In this pen, there is a century-old demon."

Jian Mingshu instantly stopped the pen that was spinning in his hand.He remembered the patriarch who was included in the pen the first night he came to this cocoon world.

"It's that one, the one with the five reincarnation curses..."

Jian Mingshu paused, he didn't know how to define this patriarch.He is human?Or a demon?Or is it a ghost?

After thinking about it, he chose a word with a first hunch: "Patriarch?"

"He is not a patriarch." Wu Shuyang explained, "He used to be called Zhang Yongqing, and he absorbed spiritual energy everywhere to maintain his life. I came here after chasing him."

Zhang Yongqing.

A strange feeling came from nowhere, Jian Mingshu always felt as if he had heard this name before.However, Zhang is a common surname, and Yongqing is not an uncommon name. There are people coming and going in the hospital, and you may have encountered it.

He kept his mind on it and decided to check it out after he went back.

"This Zhang Yongqing is now in this pen. For some reason, he lost his blood body, so he had to parasitize in the Judgment Pen."

Somehow... "Why" is standing in front of you.

Jian Mingshu said with some embarrassment: "I put him in the pen. I also stripped the blood. In other words, because I stripped his aura and blood, this patriarch is now hiding in my pen." Li, do whatever you want?"

"Yes."

Jian Mingshu frowned, and looked at the Judgment Pen in his hand with disgust.

Wu Shuyang went on to say: "So, I have to take this judgment pen back and separate Zhang Yongqing."

"That won't work." Jian Mingshu waved his hand at him, "We just met tonight, and we don't even have your contact information, so how could we just give you the Judgment Pen. Besides, if it's a separation, I might have a solution. "

Jian Mingshu's adoptive father Kunpeng quietly appeared in his heart.Although Feng Shenpeng had a playful smile on his face, it was not reliable at all; Sea God Kun could still ask for one or two.

"How do you want to get in touch?" Wu Shuyang asked.

"Telephone, WeChat, there must be at least one."

"I don't have a mobile phone." Wu Shuyang didn't avoid Jian Mingshu's curious and probing eyes, with a calm face.

"Then you can leave an address."

Wu Shuyang stood on the spot, his heart heaving slightly.He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "It's not convenient where I live."

Jian Mingshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Little friend Shu Yang. You didn't keep anything. It's impossible to take away other people's things. The two of us are not strong enough yet."

Wu Shuyang lowered his head slightly, his casual and natural bangs cast a fine gray shadow on his brows and eyes, making him look melancholy and elegant.

This is unreasonable, is it a beauty trick?

Jian Mingshu thought to himself: It's a pity, Uncle Ming, I'm not in trouble.

He raised his hand and cleared his throat gently.

After Wu Shuyang looked at him with clear eyes, Jian Mingshu said, "Well, one thing for another. You put the gold-plated fire bell here, and I'll give you the magic pen."

"No." Wu Shuyang replied immediately without hesitation for a second.

He glanced at Jian Mingshu and explained: "This fire bell is a gift from a close friend, and it must not be passed on to others at will."

Jian Mingshu half-seriously half-jokingly said: "My Judgment Pen is a gift from my adoptive father, and I can't just give it to others."

One of them was holding a pen, the other was holding a fire bell. They stared wide-eyed and small-eyed for a long time, unable to stand still.

"Forget it." Jian Mingshu said, "Since we can't reach an agreement, let's put aside the dispute. I also remember what you said about Zhang Yongqing. Don't worry, I won't let him out for the time being."

"Give it to me." Jian Mingshu said to Wu Shuyang, holding the judgment pen in his right hand.

The other party was quite puzzled, but he still stretched out the hand holding the gilt fire bell towards Jian Mingshu.

This hand is really beautiful, white and slender, with neat and clean joints, as if God has carved it with care.

Jian Mingshu gently pressed his left hand against his wrist, and with the other hand, he left a string of phone numbers on the back of his white jade hand.

After finishing writing, he twirled the Judgment Pen around his fingertips before putting it in the windbreaker pocket.

Wu Shuyang looked at the flowing numbers left on the back of his hand, trying to understand the meaning of the string of symbols:

"what is this?"

Jian Mingshu didn't know how to answer this strange way of asking.He paused for a moment before replying, "This is the phone number."

"private."

He evoked a smile, gave Wu Shuyang a meaningful look, and blinked his left eye playfully at him.

The other party nodded in understanding.

Is this person really not understanding or is he pretending not to understand?Jian Mingshu looked him up and down once, Wu Shuyang looked very sincere, not like playing tricks.

"Anyway, if you and I are lucky or go back, we can make this call to discuss the matter of judging the Lingbi." Jian Mingshu concluded.

Wu Shuyang's face seemed unmoved, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

The fire was gradually extinguished, just now the spirit pen was tossing again, I don't know if it was his own illusion, Jian Mingshu's temples felt a little swollen, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

He tried his best to suppress the feeling of flustered and short of breath, and focused on Sister Zhu and Sister Baimian.

There is a pocket on the left side of Miss Baimian's red T-shirt, which is bulging.

Check it out, maybe you can find some clues.Thinking about this, Jian Mingshu gently opened the pocket, and took out the contents without touching Miss Baimian at all.

The loose change in the pockets, and the wrinkled wad of toilet paper.Among other things, there is a stack of photos.

There were boys and girls, the older ones looked no more than five or six years old, and the young ones looked only a few months old.The words "Contact Mao 13XXXXXXXXXX" were written on the back of each photo.Jian Mingshu glanced at the white-faced elder sister, and gently put the photo back where it came from.

Is Miss Baimian's surname Mao?Or is the guardian of these children named Mao?

Jian Mingshu lowered his head and thought carefully.His hospital also took in many orphans, but it was really unnecessary to carry everyone's photos so neatly with him at all times.

These photos and the words behind them made him have a more malicious guess.

He pressed this thought down in his heart, forced himself not to look at Sister Baimian, and tried his best to contain the nausea rising in his heart.

Jian Mingshu's eyes fell on Sister Zhu who was gnawed to pieces.

When she behaved strangely in the middle of the night and broke open the door and ran out, she might have already taken control.The source of the manipulation—although it is not known yet—but nine out of ten lies in that fake white-faced elder sister.

Speaking of which, everyone drew lots at that time, and Sister Zhu drew three or four draws, and Suqiu didn't mention any ceremony.Perhaps since then, Sister Zhu has been calculated by the Lord God.

The main god of this cocoon world is indeed not to be underestimated.Know how to counter-plan, know the five elements and gossip, and even have a strange door...

Jian Mingshu looked at the bitten and torn Sister Zhu, and thought of the "three or four" she had drawn, and suddenly understood.