Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

When Wu Shuyang heard the movement of the blood baby ghost in the forest, he saw a radiant primordial spirit in the distance.

When the two looked at each other, the soft spring breeze in each other's eyes reminded him of his old friend.The original anger that had arisen because of this person's private collection of blood was instantly extinguished by the rolling eyes.

Wu Shuyang's gray eyes fell on Jian Mingshu's left arm, hesitation and shock flashed across.

He recognized the pattern on his arm, it was the scars from the karma in Fengdu Prison.

He knew these eyes and this primordial spirit.But this burning mark is puzzling.

Several complicated clues piled up - who is this person in front of him?

He had a doubt about the answer in his heart, but the hope of this doubt was too slim to make him dare to make a conclusion.

Wu Shuyang quickly let go of Jian Mingshu.The bright green fire on the ground gradually diminished, leaving only a few small clusters of fire.

Jian Mingshu rubbed his painful wrist, and frowned: "Who are you?"

The man in the black mask didn't intend to answer at all, he glanced at Jian Mingshu with his cold gray eyes, took off his coat neatly, and threw Jian Mingshu's head over his head.

"??" Jian Mingshu pulled the windbreaker off his head, confused.

The man in black looked away.Without saying a word, he turned around and walked into the wind and snow without looking back.

"Hey……"

Jian Mingshu wanted to call him to stop.The other party didn't move at all, and his slender figure disappeared in the snowy night forest in an instant.

"The children nowadays are really, really energetic."

Jian Mingshu looked at the black windbreaker in his hand with some puzzlement, and thought to himself.

He lowered his head and looked at the windbreaker in his hand. Unlike what he had expected, this dress didn't carry any body temperature, and was even colder than the blizzard.

Just now he didn't feel that he was focused on suppressing the blood baby, but now standing in the cold wind for a while, Jian Mingshu felt goose bumps all over his body, especially when one of his sleeves was ripped off by the blood baby in the chaos.

His wound had been frozen into blood residue for a moment, and some black and purple blood was stained on the back of his left hand at some point.

Jian Mingshu raised his hand and rubbed it vigorously, the blood was like a mark that could not be wiped off no matter what.

He cursed in a low voice, put on the black windbreaker, bent over and touched the magic weapon in the white coat on the ground—

Mirror of Evil, Peach Talisman, Stone Gandang, Red Paper Umbrella, Spirit Locking Bag, Seal of Hunyuan Myriad Gods...

Jian Mingshu felt around again to confirm that the pocket was empty.

What about the magic pen? !

Could it be...Jian Mingshu remembered the person who stopped him from collecting blood just now, questioned him involuntarily, lost his clothes inexplicably, and disappeared in the snowstorm.

Is that him?

Jian Mingshu searched carefully on the ground three times, but there was really no sign of the magic pen, so he went back to the wooden house with a bad face.

When he entered the room, Bai Wuchang rubbed his eyes and checked the clothes he was wearing: "Making things out of thin air?"

Jian Mingshu was absent-minded: "I lost my pen."

Bai Wuchang's eye popped out with a bang, and rolled along the wooden table to Liu Qianyuying.Liu Qianyuying stared at Bai Wuchang, baring his teeth, and grabbed the bouncing eyeballs, and pressed them back into his own sockets.

He turned his virtuous eyes and confirmed: "The Judgment Pen? The legendary thousand-year-old artifact, the Judgment Pen?"

Jian Mingshu sat down heavily and nodded.

Judging Lingbi is really a first-grade spiritual tool, although Jian Mingshu is fine and always uses it to draw and write, he doesn't take it seriously at all.

This pen once subdued thousands of ghosts and described hundreds of demons.It first belonged to Qingyang, Jian Qingyang, king of Huai'an in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and later passed through Cao Pi, Zu Chongzhi, Liu Yiqing, Ge Hong, Pu Songling[1] and others, helping them subdue demons and write books of ghosts.Jian Mingshu's branch was given by his adoptive father, Kunpeng[2].

Even if someone else took the spirit pen to recognize its owner, it would be useless.The old monster who was just included in the pen, except for Jian Mingshu, there is no other person in this world who can release him.

This is a fortune in misfortune.

Bai Wuchang was heartless, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief: "Great, the top of the snowy mountain here has been saved."

Jian Mingshu: "??"

Liu Zhong, who was sitting in the room, was more concerned about the blood baby: "The evil thing... won't come, will it?"

Jian Mingshu raised his hand and showed the purple-black blood on the back of his hand to everyone: "It's hard to say. I was marked."

Liu Zhong immediately moved away with an expression of disgust to avoid the plague god.

Everyone was silent for a while, the soup in the hanging pot seemed to be boiling at last, Su Qiumaliu gave everyone a bowl of hot soup, even Bai Wuchang had a bowl, of course, he didn't touch it.

Jian Mingshu scooped up the radish soup in his hands with a spoon, and felt that the contents in this bowl did not look like radishes at all, but rather resembled...

"You pig's trotter soup?"

Before he could speak, Liu Zhong asked.

"This is radish soup." Suqiu distributed the last bowl to herself, and took a sip immediately like a demonstration.

Jian Mingshu looked at her suspiciously, the texture was not like a radish at all, not even a plant.If you want to say what it looks like, the pig's trotters are still a little close, but they are much whiter and tender than pig's trotters.

Jian Mingshu twirled the spoon inside, and actually fished out something like a finger bean.He remained calm, and gently scooped up the finger beans and took a look. The size was either the tip of a chicken finger, or...

He thought of the blood baby crawling around the house just now.

Jian Mingshu lost all desire to eat, and only held an iron bowl to warm his hands.

While sorting out the clues since he entered the cocoon world in his mind, he subconsciously tapped the bowl in his hand rhythmically with his fingertips.

It seems that the other world created by this female college student is a frontier village.This village has sacred tree worship and witchcraft. Jian Mingshu is a little thankful that this cocoon is considered a low-magic world - once he entered the cocoon of a seven-year-old girl, who turned out to be a master of Spartan fighting beasts and black magic. The Demon World, that time not only shattered the Three Views, but almost ruined his life.

Compared with that weird cocoon world, everything is relatively "reasonable" right now.The only doubts may be the big banyan tree that the villagers gathered around to worship tonight and the patriarch with the curse of the past.

"Suqiu, what is the custom of the sticks and iron knives hanging in your woods?" Jian Mingshu asked after clearing his mind.

"That's Omar, which is what you call the god. She taught us the method called 'Breaking the Road'. Hang a long knife and wooden stick smeared with dog blood in the forest. If a ghost passes by, it will fall and hit the evil spirit. ghost."

Bai Wuchang suddenly realized, no wonder he hit the knife and stick wherever he went.It turned out that it was not an illusion, he was indeed targeted.

Jian Mingshu nodded: "Is the priest in the village the one with the big banyan tree in the fir forest?"

"That's right, that's our sacred tree of Oma. This time of year is our Ramadan, and at the end of Ramadan, it's the time for offering sacrifices to Amash." Suqiu said, "We are a branch of the Yeni tribe. A long time ago, our The ancestors and the ghosts lived together. Therefore, the ancestors were constantly harassed by the ghosts, and the babies were also robbed."

"The ancestors kept begging to the gods, and the gods let their daughters become Omar. Omar drove out the gods of fire and plague, turned them into sacred trees and fell them in the village to protect safety, and taught the ancestors the way to break the road. This is how we settle down."

"To show our gratitude, our clan has Amashi sacrifices every year. After setting up the dragon gate, lighting candles, sending away kites, singing the six rhythms, and burning sacrificial pots, everyone has to hide in the village. That is Empress Aoma. It's coming down to earth."

It sounds a bit complicated.

Dance on the first day... Presumably the weird dance I watched with Sister Baimian tonight was the first day of the ceremony.

Jian Mingshu listened attentively and tried his best to write down every detail.

"The sacred tree sacrifice must be completed."

Suqiu nonchalantly said this, turned around and picked up the chopsticks basket in the kitchen, shook it vigorously, and placed it in the middle of the table: "Come to draw lots."

The kerosene lamp was dim, illuminating Suqiu's expression strangely.

Except for the stiff white-faced elder sister, everyone looked at each other, hesitating and not knowing what to do.

Seeing that everyone was unmoved, Jian Mingshu was the first to take out a wooden chopstick.

At a glance, this is an ordinary ebony chopstick, which has been used for a long time, and the end is still a little damp.Jian Mingshu twirled the chopsticks around between his fingers, and found a small "eight three" at the end.

Jian Mingshu looked up and asked Suqiu, "It says 'eight three' on the chopsticks."

"Basan, Ming Liulu." Suqiu said this strangely.

Ming Liulu... seems to be a part of the sacred tree ritual.Jian Mingshu thought so, it seems that this digital signature is the task of this cocoon world.

He casually pushed the chopsticks basket on the table with his right hand, urging: "This is a mission, take it all."

After the matter of fighting the blood baby just now, the concise words carried a kind of natural authority.Even Liu Zhong, who was impatient when we first met, now has a respectful expression.

Liu Ruonan, the girl with big braids, picked one chopsticks neatly, followed by Liu Zhong, and the rest followed suit, and Suqiu also gave an explanation.Only the white-faced elder sister seemed to be wandering in a fugue, only poking on the stool, without any intention of drawing lots.

Jian Mingshu glanced suspiciously at Elder Sister Baimian, but forbearance did not say anything.

According to the sequence introduced by Suqiu just now, he sorted out the numbers in his mind:

Liu Zhong, who drew six or six, set up a dragon gate.

Liu Ruonan, who drew four or seven, lit a candle.

Yu Ying, who draws seven or eight, gives away the kite.

Concise and clear, draw eight or three, and call Liulu.

Liu Qian draws six or three and burns the sacrificial pot.

The strangest thing was Sister Zhu, she drew three or four draws, but Suqiu didn't say a word, didn't mention the specific ceremony.

Jian Mingshu pretended not to care and glanced at the lottery drawn by Changle, there was no number at the end of the chopsticks.He heaved a little sigh of relief, it seemed that the Lord God didn't notice this kid sneaking in quietly.

Jian Mingshu kept thinking about these arrays in his heart, and it seemed that they were not connected.If read according to two digits, these numbers have double and single.If split into two singular numbers, these numbers have a minimum of three and a maximum of seven, with none greater than eight.

What do these numbers mean?

Jian Mingshu tried to match Plum Blossom Yishu and Jiuyao Destiny, but they couldn't make any sense.

"Damn! What a crap." Liu Zhong looked at the chopsticks in his hand and cursed.

Sister Zhu looked around with her neck stuck: "I didn't assign a task, so I just stay here?"

Jian Mingshu looked up at Eldest Sister Zhu, and found that she had changed her sitting position from Elder Sister Baimian—out of all of them, she was now the closest to the wooden door, and the most convenient to close the wooden door in case of danger.

"No task, you can help me a little bit!" Liu Zhong yelled at Big Sister Zhu.

"Oh. I won't go." Sister Zhu rolled her eyes and put her right hand on her neck. "It's none of my business. I'm rushing to die."

Liu Zhong sneered and scolded in a low voice: "Selfish."

Sister Zhu immediately glared and put her hands on her hips: "Who are you talking about!"

"Whoever speaks in a hurry is the one."

Both of them stood up slowly, cursing in their mouths, and began to push and push restlessly with their hands.Liu Ruonan looked anxious, persuading this and teasing that, but it didn't work at all.

"Shut up!"

Jian Mingshu sat with his arms folded, the oil lamp pulled half of his outline into the deep shadow.

He really couldn't see many things in Cocoon World.But I have read so much that I am really too lazy to preach one by one.

I don't have that leisure, let alone that interest.

He paused for a while without saying a word, the gloomy air pressure was like a black cloud, pressing down on everyone's heads.

The atmosphere was so depressing that no one dared to recreate it.

For the first time, the people in the wooden house discovered that this young man with an elegant and gentle appearance has such a strong oppressive force.

What looks like a flower in a greenhouse doesn't exist.

Poison roses in the greenhouse are pretty much the same.