God lures him to attack

The scene of the golden sword piercing through the body flashed into Lu Yao's mind again. He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, covered in cold sweat again.

Lu Yao panted heavily, feeling heavy, his brain was in chaos, and it was hard to distinguish between reality and dreams.

This is the house Gan Ze let him live in. All the furniture and decorations are white, and the whiteness suddenly loses its beauty and looks a little depressing.

Lu Yao walked out of the room, Gan Ze and Xiaotian didn't seem to be here, but the altar of the two deceased people and the photo of the four of them were still placed in the hall.

The pain in his arm reminded Lu Yao that he was not in a dream.He was a little top-heavy and stumbled into the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, he was shirtless, his muscular lines were clearly visible, and his arm was bandaged, which was the scratch caused by the Hong Kong dollar.

Lu Yao looked at himself in the mirror, the originally fluffy and soft hair seemed to grow long, and the hair with weight seemed to stick to his face, long and flowing.

Lu Yao remembered that he was knocked out and taken away by Gan Ze, and what he still saw in his mind was the zombie tooth marks on Old Yu's arm.

"Has Lao Yu been rescued? Is Lao Yu now a human or a zombie?" With such doubts in his heart, Lu Yao walked out of the bathroom, put on a black T-shirt, and walked to the opposite room.

Lu Yao raised his hand to knock on the door, but heard the chaotic sound of the cabinet collapsing from inside.

Gan Ze and Xiaotian were subduing Lao Yu, who had turned into a zombie inside, his screams were terrifying, and the wind chimes outside the window and the copper bells inside the house were ringing chaotically.

Finally, all sounds fell silent.

Lu Yao's hand was on the doorknob, he didn't know whether he should push the door and enter, and he didn't know what he would see when he pushed the door open.

"People cannot be resurrected after death, we have tried our best to save him." Xiaotian's voice came through the door, he was comforting Gan Ze, but Gan Ze remained silent, "Master, I know you are upset, Gan's family came to you You are the only one left in a generation, and the time left for you is running out..."

After being silent for a while, Xiaotian continued to comfort him: "Master, if possible, I would like to share half of my life with you."

"I won't die. Hanba's Heavenly Tribulation Star has already appeared, and Hanba will definitely die before me." Gan Ze's voice is the same as his name, like a stream of sweet rivers that can flow into people's hearts .

"You mean Lu Yao?" Xiaotian's voice was full of doubts.

"Lu Yao is most likely the child of Ruoran and Nan Xiao, the reincarnation of the son of the God Clan in the human world."

Upon hearing this sentence, Lu Yao's hand on the doorknob backed away like an electric shock.He could hear the conversation inside, but he knew that Gan Ze would never tell him the ins and outs of the matter face to face.

He had no choice but to eavesdrop.

"If Lu Yao knew that your parents' death was related to you..." Xiaotian continued, but Gan Ze didn't speak any more.

Lu Yao outside the door couldn't help taking a few steps back, feeling confused about everything he encountered.

Shouldn't he be an orphan?I never knew who my parents were since I was a child, and I believed that I was abandoned by my parents since I was a child.

He has only one relative, and that is his grandfather.

But now, he discovered that he might have parents, and his parents died unexpectedly, so he had to abandon him.

The person who forcibly accepted him as a disciple may be the culprit of this accident.

The person who keeps saying that he wants to kill the drought for the people may be the root cause of all the accidents.

why?Who is trustworthy?Who is telling the truth?

Is it grandpa?Is it Gan Ze and Xiao Tian?Or a drought?

Who is he?Whose child is it?In what capacity did you come into this world?

Too many questions jumped out of Lu Yao's mind, and he suddenly felt panicked, not knowing what to do.

In a daze, he thought of the little yellow book left by his grandfather, and the small house where he lived with his grandfather.

He suddenly wanted to go back there, to the place full of carefree memories.

Losing his thoughts here, Lu Yao put the iPhone Gan Ze gave him on the doormat outside the house, turned and left.

The sky outside is blue, as if it has been washed by sea water, with white clouds drifting over the city where people come and go.

Lu Yao had no money on him, so he couldn't take a taxi back, so he could only use the oldest method—walking back.

Before departure, the sky was blue, with clouds and birds passing by. When we arrived in the suburbs, the last ray of red in the distance in the sky faded away.

The moon rises, hangs on the high branches, and the stars are dotted with each other, forming a galaxy.

He walked into his fenced yard, and the chickens in the yard saw the owner came back

, clucking.

The group of hens raised to lay eggs had not been fed for half a month. Although they were all starved and thin, they were miraculously alive.

Lu Yao turned on the lights all over the room and let the lights illuminate the room, as if grandpa had never left.

If grandpa is still there, he will always whisper in his ear: "You son of a bitch, the electricity bill is free, why do you turn on so many lights, aren't you afraid to blind your dog's eyes?"

The gurgling sound was very clear in the quiet room.

Lu Yao frowned, not knowing where the sound came from, he searched all over the room for the source of the sound, and finally stopped in front of the bathtub filled with water.

The long hair floating in the bathtub was like seaweed, Lu Yao stretched out his hand to brush the hair off the water surface, and Mo Xi, who was lying under the bathtub like a corpse, looked peaceful.

Probably because he had been away for a long time, he didn't remember that Mo Xi was still at home, and his hair had grown back to its previous length.

In the few days when he just left home, Lu Yao would miss Mo Xi, wondering if he would be bored at home alone, or if he would suddenly appear in front of him.

After his grandfather died, his longing for Mo Xi became a kind of disgust, and he gradually forgot his existence. Even when he remembered, he still thought about how to kill him.

Lu Yao's hand slowly fell on Mo Xi's face, that face was so beautiful that it could bewitch

All living beings are like delicate dolls soaked in water.

A desire to kill filled Lu Yao's chest, and before he knew it, a dart had slipped into his palm.

He took the dart and moved it to Mo Xi's heart.

Mo Xi in the water spit out a bunch of air bubbles for some reason, and he slowly opened his eyes, the gray pupils reflected Lu Yao's astonishment through the rippling water.

At that moment, Lu Yao felt that Mo Xi was different from ordinary zombies. He might have life and feelings, and he had never harmed anyone. Even drinking blood was stolen from the blood bank.

Why should the fault be grafted onto him?What did he do wrong?Is it his fault only because he is also a zombie?

Lu Yao was conflicted in his heart, and his hand holding the dart was shaking.

Mo Xi's eyes moved down, looking at the dart with the spell on his chest, he slowly stretched out his hand to hold Lu Yao's hand, then raised his eyes and smiled slightly at him.

"No!" Lu Yao exclaimed, and pulled his hand back forcefully, preventing Mo Xi from pressing the dart in his hand into his chest.

The dart fell to the ground with a bang, and Lu Yao also fell to the ground with an unbalanced center of gravity.

The water in the bathtub sloshed and overflowed to the brim.

With a splash, Mo Xi, who had been lying in the water, sat up, then got up and walked out of the bathtub, squatting in front of Lu Yao.

"Later, my mother died because of me, and I was imprisoned in the palace and lost my freedom. I wanted to die, but I met that person. He rescued me and promised to take me out of this hell on earth." Mo Mo Xi continued to tell the previous story, "Later, I didn't wait for him, and I was buried alive."

"I'm sorry." Lu Yao lowered his eyes, afraid to look directly at those sad gray pupils.

Mo Xi shook her head, showing a bright smile, as if she had decided not to be sad about the past.

Lu Yao smiled wryly, feeling that he was not as good as a zombie.

"Why are you lying in the water?" Lu Yao stood up from the ground, went to the room to find clean clothes for Mo Xi to change into, dried his long hair and tied it behind his head with cloth strips.

"He can't smell me when I'm in the water, so he can't find me." Mo Xi's answer reminded Lu Yao of the empty coffin he saw in the cave before.

Maybe Han Yan left the cave because he couldn't find Mo Xi, thinking that Mo Xi had escaped, but he didn't expect that Mo Xi was actually submerged in the water.

"Mo Xi, why..." Lu Yao hesitated to speak, he remembered Mo Xi once

With a gloomy look on his face, he didn't intend to continue to ask about the matter between him and Hanba.

"What?" Mo Xi touched the headband on her hair, staring at Lu Yao.

His gray pupils are more beautiful than the Milky Way universe, as if they can see into the depths of a person's soul.

"You've been waiting for me to come back?" Lu Yao couldn't help avoiding his sight, afraid of being seen through.

Mo Xi nodded, and sat cross-legged on the bed after her hair was tied up: "Why didn't Grandpa come back together?"

"Grandpa." Lu Yao paused for a moment, with a gloomy expression, "He's dead."

Mo Xi seemed to have guessed something, so she didn't continue to ask.

After walking for a day, Lu Yao also felt very tired. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on his pajamas, and lay down on the bed, not wanting to move.

Lu Yao looked at the crumbling lamp above his head, and fell asleep without knowing it.

This time he didn't have a nightmare and slept until dawn.

When he woke up, Mo Xi was lying sideways beside him, without a quilt.

Lu Yao looked at Mo Xi's arms and face, wondering what he went through last night.

Well, the face is either flour or black charcoal.

Lu Yao wanted to wake him up and ask him what he did last night, but when he saw that he was sleeping so soundly, he gave up again.

Walking out of the room, the food on the table is very eye-catching.

Old hen stewed soup, steamed buns with chopped green onion, scrambled eggs with leeks, and millet porridge.

Lu Yao looked back at Mo Xi, it turned out that he was cooking him breakfast for the next day in the middle of the night?

Lu Yao smiled, and his eyes fell on the yellow book on the floor again. It was a cheat book that his grandfather gave him before, and it should have been accidentally dropped on the floor while sleeping.

Lu Yao went back and picked up the yellow book on the ground, and ate breakfast while flipping through it.

Because he has learned spells with Gan Ze for more than half a month, he can now understand the spells and diagrams on the tree.

The formations recorded in this yellow book are all used to deal with primitive zombies. These formations seem to be older than those in Maoshan Technique, as if they existed in ancient times, and have been passed down by some people to this day.

Lu Yao tried to make gestures, and a gust of air surged from his dantian to his forehead, spilled out between his fingers, and punched a hole in the wooden door like a bullet.

Lu Yao took a deep breath and felt that the content of this book was more incredible than he imagined.