Alien God Descendant

Desperate...cold...distressed...

For five days, no grain of rice has been eaten, no drop of water has been touched, and the tears of sorrow have been shed.

From the moment Huanlian entered this weird dark room, he felt a creepy aura in the darkness draining his strength.

what is that?

When he was pushed in on the first day, he didn't know anything, but on the second day, he knew that the one hiding in this dark room was a ghost, and it was not an ordinary ghost. ...

This ghost has been trying to swallow his soul from the very beginning, but for some reason, his body will unconsciously emit different qi to resist this ghost.

Sometimes soft as wind, sometimes gentle as water, sometimes warm as fire, sometimes cold as ice...

He finally understood that he possessed a peculiar ability, which allowed him to fight against any spirit body not out of instinct.

And because of this ability, his mother died... Guangxi also died... and the person who killed them would be the man he called his father...

As time went by, she still hadn't eaten anything, hadn't drank a sip of water, and her body was already numb, but Huanlian's consciousness was more awake than before the beginning.

He didn't feel hungry, he didn't feel thirsty...

The aura that was just about to move in the darkness gradually became weaker.

Is it because of him?

"Little...do you want revenge?"

A deep and charming voice floated in the darkness, or rather, that voice sounded in his mind.

"Are you that ghost?"

Slowly opening Qingling's still eyes, in the blur, Huanlian saw a touch of dark red floating around him, sometimes gathering, sometimes flying away.

"Ghost? Haha... You actually compare me to those trash!! I am a hungry Rakshasa who swallows up the grievances of the weather, ghosts, and ghosts, and feeds on human souls. You half-dead boy call me a ghost!! "Hungry Rakshasa laughed wildly.

"It's not the same as a ghost...what's there to be proud of..." In a soft voice, he uttered a sentence that was enough to kill the hungry Luosha, and at the same time as he said this, Huanlian Qingling's eyes slowly closed.

"You..." Seeing Huanlian's half-dead appearance, Hungry Rakshasa circled him half a circle: "Boy, don't you want to take revenge? My mother was killed, and even the person I loved died... "

"Revenge..." Wen Ruan's voice was still flat, without ups and downs, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Hmph... the child with the purest, purest and strongest spiritual power, who doesn't even know how to hate..." Hungry Raksha chuckled.

"The strongest spiritual power?" Huanlian murmured with half-opened eyes.

"The reincarnation of the soul that gathers the aura of the weather, the essence of the soul has never been polluted by the world, you can be said to be the most delicious food for evil spirits, undead, and monsters, but your bite of food can also make ghosts smoke out (Liancheng debut) soul Dispersed highly poisonous!!!"

"What about you? Don't you want to eat me too? From the beginning to before you talked to me..." He clearly felt the greed, plunder, and encroachment.

"Hehe, you have a very sharp feeling, kid!" Hungry Raksha chuckled, and continued to revolve around Huanlian's body: "Hungry Rakshasa is an evil spirit that gathers all resentment and only remembers resentment. It is the overlord of the spirit. Even if the devil meets you, you have to stay away... That refers to the hungry Rakshasa who lost his mind and swallowed the souls of all creatures in the world. On the first day you came in, I wanted to suck your soul away..."

"But you didn't succeed..." Huanlian replied faintly.

"Yeah, I didn't succeed. Today is No.40 for eight days. I have been sealed here for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I have forgotten hatred and resentment..."

"Aren't you very powerful? Why are you sealed here? And what kind of place is this..." Huanlian asked with a blank mind.

"This is the Wu family, the largest psionic family that is good at controlling ghosts. The Wu family a hundred years ago was an upright family of exorcising ghosts. Now... it's corrupt!!" Hungry Rakshasa sneered: Make spiritual weapons and sell them to underworld organizations and terrorist organizations, so as to create chaos and profit from it...

I vaguely remember that thousands of years ago I was an evil ghost full of hatred and resentment. At that time, I was not a hungry Rakshasa, but a killing machine that only knew how to kill living creatures. In the mound of the Wu family, after a thousand years, my grievances should have dissipated, but later, I was raised from the mound by someone, and then sealed here. Immediately afterwards, people outside kept posing here. Put a lot of wronged souls and strangers... Over time, I have gathered all the resentment, tears, hatred, and unwillingness to become a hungry Shura..."

"So you want revenge..." Huanlian's gentle voice sounded as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Thinking... I want the Wu family to be destroyed..." Hungry Raksha hissed as blood fog of hatred brewed around him.

"Really..." Pale lips pursed slightly, and crystal tears fell from the corners of eyes: "As long as you promise not to hurt others from now on... then I will help you..."

"Really?! Are you really willing to help me?"

The Hungry Rakshasa with the blood mist floating around was circling Huanlian even faster, showing his mood at the moment.

"You have to know that if you are invaded by me, even a spiritual power user with the purest soul will be in danger of losing your soul (Liancheng Shumeng)..."

Eyes filled with tears were slowly closed, and Huanlian said softly: "Mom is gone... Guangxi is also dead... Now I have nothing to love in my life... death doesn't matter... as long as you don't violate your love... The promise I made, then...it's up to you..."

As he said that, the looming golden color that surrounded Huanlian's body slowly faded away, and the hungry Rakshasa, who was a spirit body, clearly saw that the boy with the purest soul and powerful spiritual power began to extinguish the fire of life when he fell to the ground.

"Idiot..." He cursed softly, Hungry Rakshasa flew up, and then fell quickly: "I, Hungry Shura, made a promise to the spiritual power user. After taking revenge, I will not hurt anyone again. If I break the promise, I will be wiped out! !"

The blood mist quickly passed through the gradually weakening spiritual defense, and then entered Huanlian's body.