Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

The person who came was an old man, wearing a black coat and jacket, and a copper pipe pipe.It should be the person who sat on the trunk when the dragon gate was erected.

"Young man, you should find someone." The old man asked while smoking his pipe.

When the Dragon Gate was established, he had been somewhat suspicious of this old man who suddenly appeared, and now in the empty village, it was him again, just by chance.

Jian Mingshu looked him up and down, and pretended to smile amicably: "Yes, you met before, my companion."

"They are all in the village." The old man's face flashed a strange expression, he held a cigarette pouch in his mouth crookedly, and exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, the smell made Jian Mingshu frown.

There was a strange light in the old man's eyes, and he smiled strangely: "Come with me, and I will take you to meet them."

He turned the cigarette bag away, walked two steps, did not hear the sound, and then turned around.

Jian Mingshu stood there with his pockets in his pocket, staring at the old man playfully.He bowed his head, showing a very shallow smile.

"Old man, don't coax me." Jian Mingshu smiled, but his eyes were restrained and cold: "Seeing that you are old, I am also a person who respects the old and loves the young, so I won't use force with you. I also advise you to calm down .”

The old man's face twisted, and his mouth suddenly split open, revealing several rows of dark fangs.He rushed towards Jian Mingshu like a hungry wolf, but his movements were frozen in mid-air.

A green rocket pierces through the heart.

Jian Mingshu was stunned, and over the old man's shoulder, he vaguely saw Wu Shuyang's frosty eyes in the shadow behind the wooden door.

"...That, little friend Shu Yang." Jian Mingshu felt a little headache, "You may not be clear, this old man is an NPC, no matter how scary he is, we generally don't kill NPCs..."

Wu Shuyang: "..."

Jian Mingshu took out the evil mirror, looked in the mirror, the light of the old man's primordial spirit began to gradually dim.He rubbed his forehead with some headache.After this accident happened, I don't know how long the old men in the palace of the king of hell will continue to chatter.

When I put the mirror back, my heart was accidentally reflected in the mirror.In his radiant primordial spirit, there was a lingering dark purple aura.

"I can't."

In the stone room, Jian Mingshu took out the evil mirror and took a closer look.At that time, his primordial spirit was still radiant, why within a short time, there was a strange aura suddenly.

"cloak."

Wu Shuyang hid in the shadow of the second floor of the stilted building, two or three steps away from him.This action is like dying in the sun.

"then!"

Jian Mingshu lifted the cloak lightly, and the ink-like cloak swept a parabolic arc in the air, and Wu Shuyang firmly grasped it.He slipped on the cloak smoothly, and then he stepped out of the shadows and appeared in the sunlight.

It was the same as when I saw this cloak for the first time. There was no wind, but the cloak was like ink splattered in the water, faintly emitting black ghost mist.

The wide cloak covered Wu Shuyang's face.When he passed the old man with the green rocket piercing through his heart, he paused for a moment, and glanced at the old man lightly.

The green rocket then disappeared, and the old man suddenly gave a jolt.

Wu Shuyang approached him lightly: "There's no one in the village, and you haven't met anyone. You stood there for a long time, holding back your anger, and no matter what the person who sent you said, you wouldn't want to listen to it."

The light in the old man's eyes dimmed, he turned around stiffly, and walked towards the other end of the village.

It's true that Zhao ○ Shan's selling abductees is not so smooth, epic deception!

Jian Mingshu looked curiously: "Hypnotism?"

Wu Shuyang slowly raised his eyelids, and looked at him for a long time.His gray eyes turned red, and the scarlet color only lit up for a moment, and then disappeared.

His eyes returned to the ice-like calmness.

Tsk.This person is really, he clearly set fire to mountains at every turn, fooled around with his mouth, and also had a face of righteousness of "my righteous way in the world", his thick skin, admiration.

"He's fine. He hurt his soul a little, he'll be fine for a while." Wu Shuyang bypassed the problem of hypnotism.

In Jian Mingshu's eyes, he read curiosity.Wu Shuyang evoked a very shallow smile in satisfaction: "Lead the way."

The village is not big, and it took only a few steps to reach the gate of the village.Two huge Tongren figurines stand on both sides of the wooden archway in the village.

Among the Kirito figurines stood an unexpected person.

"Suqiu?" As they got closer, Jian Mingshu recognized the person coming.

Suqiu smiled at him: "I'm waiting for you. The sacred tree sacrifice."

"Where are the rest of the people?" Jian Mingshu looked her up and down. Although his face was like a spring breeze, his eyes were calm and terrifying.

Suqiu blinked her eyes, and said softly: "When you were away, we had finished giving away the kite. Now, everyone is at the altar, burning the sacrificial pot, waiting for you to complete the last item."

Jian Mingshu nodded obediently: "Oh. Let's go then."

Suqiu turned her back and led Jian Mingshu towards the woods.

At the gate of the village, the Tongren figurine turned its huge head with difficulty, and its carved eyes locked on Jian Mingshu.

Just after the first snowfall, the road in the woods is not very easy to walk. It is cold in winter, and the fluffy snow turns into icy balls, which creak when you step on it.

There are some icicles on the ground that have been stepped on. Jian Mingshu likes the feeling of the feet, and is playing with them one by one.

The snowy road was slippery, and he staggered and nearly slipped.

Wu Shuyang supported him casually, taking advantage of this small gap, Wu Shuyang reminded in a low voice: "She..."

Jian Mingshu immediately pinched his forearm to stop him from speaking.

He took Wu Shuyang's hand and left two words on the palm of his hand.

"rest assured".

The sunlight after the snow was clear, passing through the gaps in the forest, and fell on Wu Shuyang's palm, making his palm turn white and even slightly transparent.

Wu Shuyang remained calm, retracted his palm, and pulled the black cloak tighter.

There is a smell of stew in the forest.The closer it was to the altar, the stronger the scent of this fragrance became.

Following the scent, the group of three quickly arrived at the altar of the sacred tree.

No wonder there was no one around in the village. The villagers sat around the altar for a week, each holding a bowl and eating happily.Even when Suqiu came with two people, the villagers didn't respond, they should eat and drink.

In the crowd, Jian Mingshu recognized Liu Ruonan with a bewildered face and Chang Le with a worried face at a glance.

He looked around and saw that Bai Wuchang was sitting high on the treetops with an umbrella, but there was no sign of Liu Zhong.

In the middle of the place where the bonfire used to be, now there is a huge cauldron, in which something like meatballs is gurgling.

"I didn't lie to you. They are all here." Suqiu stopped, and she pointed to the things in the tripod, "Dean Jian, would you like a bowl?"

Jian Mingshu glanced at the meatballs rolling up and down, and then quietly glanced at the palm of his hand.

Only a bloodstain remained.

According to the number of plum blossoms, in everyone's hexagrams, Liu Qian drew six or three, which is the hexagram of water and fire. It is not impossible to lean on the sacrificial pot.

But no matter who is in the pot, Jian Mingshu doesn't want to touch it.

He raised his hand and refused: "No need. What else to do, as soon as possible."