The first chapter is the God’s Victor, the Last Supper (2)

The God's Psychic nodded, then held the chopsticks in his hand, with a hint of happy smile on his face, and he started to eat without hesitation.

Yin Hui also deliberately or unintentionally held a few chopsticks.

They drank a lot of wine and ate meat. Soon, the two of them became a little drunk.

"God's calculator, tell me, what are you going to do?" Yin Hui finally got to the point.

The God's Psychic was stunned for a moment, then continued to chew the beef in his mouth, and finally drank the wine in his glass, then said, "My opinion, you should quickly roll the bed and leave, and don't expose the relationship between you and Lao Zhao."

Yin Hui smiled miserably: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. The master is as kind as a mountain to me. How could I be so disrespectful to my teacher?" Yin Hui shook his head in pain, then stared at the God's Pursuit: "Tell me, what are your plans?"

"Haha, Lao Zhao's disguised slave education is really effective. You guy actually treats him as his master, and even his father is even more than that."

The God's Pursuit actually laughed out loud: "Originally, with my personal strength, I might be able to compete with him, but since you want to intervene, I will fulfill you. It is a matter of filial piety to think of you."

The God's Psychic was ready to rub his hands, poured Yin Hui a glass of wine, took a sip, and then smiled and said, "You can follow my arrangements."

After three rounds of drinking, the two of them walked out of the rental house with shaking bodies and came to the bustling market.

Yin Hun originally thought that the God's Purposer wanted to buy some black dog blood black donkey hooves and chicken blood, but in the end the God's Purposer just asked for some chicken blood and finally asked for some glutinous rice.

Yin Hui couldn't figure it out. He still knew the effect of chicken blood. He could draw talismans to drive away ghosts, but glutinous rice was used to prevent zombies. Why did the magician buy such things?

I couldn't help but wonder.

Seeing Yin Hun's brows that were condensed into lumps, the God's Concubine smiled: "It's very simple, because what we are facing is not a ghost at all."

"Not a ghost?" Yin Hui's originally condensed brow frowned even more, and asked incrediblely: "Not a ghost? Could it be a human?"

The God's Pursuit smiled faintly and said, "It's not human either."

"Not a human? Nor a ghost? What's that?" Yin Hui seemed to have never heard of species other than humans and ghosts. In his cognitive scope, there are probably only humans and ghosts in the world, and there is also a state of gods, and I don't know whether the world exists or not.

"Haha, in fact, there are many other states in the world, such as corpses and Gu bodies."

"Corpsy? Gu body?" Yin Hui didn't understand.

"Corpses are divided into several types, such as walking zombies, walking dead, black hair, golden corpse, etc. Gu bodies are also divided into several types, most of which are corpses controlled by the Gu insects." The God's Psychic explained to him in a singular manner, while raising his eyes to look up at the sky, and counting on his eyes.

Finally, he nodded suddenly and then ordered Yin Hui to follow him back to the rental house.

The magician asked Yin Hui to wait for a while at the door, then got in and walked out in a short while. There seemed to be nothing extra in his hand.

Yin Hui was about to ask, but the God's Pursuit said in vain and signaled Yin Hui not to speak.

Yin Hui knew the mystery of this matter, so he didn't ask more questions, but just followed him tightly and walked forward.

Following the God's Vision to a desolate and dark forest, the rich and lush branches covered the forest densely, and occasionally some sunlight would penetrate.

Yin Hui could clearly feel the desolate yin and evil spirits here, and the intensity made him amazed. He didn't understand why the magician wanted to find this place to fight, and he was uneasy. I don't know if he could get through this difficulty.

The God's Psychic comforted Yin Hui for a moment, stopped in a place with a slightly stronger sunshine, took out a Yin-Yang compass from his pocket, and looked at it.

However, after turning the Yin-Yang compass for a few rapid turns, the pointer pointed to the front. The God's Purposer put away the Yin-Yang compass, then sat down and said, "Okay, I'll give you a few words."

Although Yin Hui learned from Lao Zhao, he was still half-illiterate in front of the mysterious magician.

The God's Pursuit said: "If you want to recruit the murderer, you must take back your master's soul from that guy. And if you want to recruit Lao Zhao's soul, you must be the closest talent. Do you think about what kind of people there are intimate people in Lao Zhao?"

Yin Hui thought for a while, finally shook his head: "It seems that I am the closest person to the master. Zhao Deshui's family all died early."

The God's Pursuit nodded and said, "I don't need to teach you, how to summon the master's soul."

Yin Hui nodded. This was not a problem for him. He was just the basic skills of the burial sect.

Yin Hui found a relatively smooth and wide tree stump, put the chicken on the stump, and put its blood into a ink bucket with a knife in his hand.

Everything is so skillful, in a word, that is, a beard in the palm of your hand, a veteran.

He skillfully used his hands to quickly draw tadpole texts on a piece of golden talisman paper placed in front of him. The tadpole texts were connected together to form a strange shape. A golden light flashed out from it, and the talisman seemed to have been successful.

The God's Visioner was a little dumbfounded. Yin Hui must have seen it even though he couldn't see it, but his heart "sees" all of this in his eyes.

Repeat this step and quickly successfully refined the ten talismans, held them on their bodies, and lay cross-legged.

"Divine Purposer, will it start now?"

The God's Pursuit nodded: "Yeah, okay, let's start now."

As the sun sets, the entire forest was swallowed by darkness. Large black mouths slowly pounced on these forests, and soon the forest was completely covered.

Crash.

Suddenly, the leaves began to slightly whirl. Yin Hui knew that it was not too late and started to act, muttering something in his mouth.

The trees on both sides began to swing violently, and the whirling of leaves just now was just a small prelude, and the real battle had not yet arrived.

A drop of extremely cold liquid dripped on Yin Hun's face, and soon turned into warmth and flowed down his cheeks, making his face itchy. However, Yin Hun did not clone because of these, but still gathered his energy, closed his eyes, and made seals one by one around his hands, silently muttering Zhao Deshui's name.

Suddenly, a trace of raindrops began to fall around him, falling on his body, a little stunned. Yin Hui knew that it was starting to rain now. Although it was not very big, if the raindrops hit him, the talisman would fail.

Fortunately, the seal just now blocked all the raindrops.

Yin Hun smiled faintly, still muttering words in his mouth, only Zhao Deshui's figure was shaking in his mind.

He didn't know if Zhao Deshui would come. Since his soul was bound by the criminal officer, would the criminal officer let him go?

While he was nervous, the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger. The barrier had long been useless. The raindrops as big as beans fell on him, and his skin felt a combination of coldness and pain.

A flash of lightning struck, Yin Hui's calm and calm heart trembled for a moment. At the same time, a thick yin energy that appeared faintly began to gradually approach his body, twenty meters, ten meters, eight meters...

As he got closer and closer, when the distance was enough, he could clearly feel the scent of the yin energy, which was his master, Zhao Deshui.

Yin Hui's heart jumped up with a thud, opened his eyes, staring at the thick black fog floating in front of him.

Gradually, the thick black fog covered the entire forest, and there was nothing to see, except for the slightest bit of water falling from the sky, occasionally reflecting the light emitted by the talisman of Yin Hun. "Master, is it you, is it you?" Yin Hun asked excitedly, his voice trembling violently.

The trees around swayed violently, rolling up a strong wind, blowing the scattered raindrops slanted. Yin Hui's clothes were roaring, and the black mist gradually dissipated.

Yin Hui's eyes clearly saw that at the end of the black fog, there was a shaking figure floating away and his figure was looming.

Yin Hui looked at the thin figure and everything was so familiar, but the current master's body was actually translucent, and he would almost blow away his body as soon as the wind blew.

Yin Hui stared at the old man with his eyes tightly and asked, "Master, tell me who is the murderer? Master, tell me quickly."

A faint voice seemed to be coming from the sky, or from hell, so deep and obscure, with the smell of metal collision sounds: "Yin Hun, go quickly, you are not opponents at all. God's Scriptor, haha, I'm very happy that you can come, but you two are not opponents at all." The master opposite did not continue to approach, but just floated in the distance and stared at the two of them. The raindrops passed through his body and fell to his feet. Yin Hun found that Old Zhao's feet did not hit the ground.

"Master, my disciple is unfilial, and even your body is not saved. Even if I fight my life today, I have to avenge you." Yin Hui stood up, shook the raindrops on his body, and looked at the master opposite and said, "Master, don't worry, I must snatch you back from their hands."

"Haha, I didn't expect you, Old Zhao, to remember me? It's really rare." The God's Purposer did not have the slightest sense of crisis as the storm came, but his expression was very relaxed.

"Haha, I will never forget your blind eyes in my life." Zhao Deshui laughed wildly twice, and then his eyes became serious again: "Evil will be rewarded with evil and good will be rewarded with good. It is not that the time for failure to come. It seems that this sentence is prepared for us."

Zhao Deshui is now rigorous, unlike the relaxed and comfortable thing he had just said: "Yin Hun, leave quickly. This matter has nothing to do with you. We will make up for the disaster we caused. You can leave quickly." Old Zhao's voice had a strong command element, which made Yin Hun, a disciple who respected his teachers and Taoism, dared not resist the order.

"Master, I..." Yin Hui wanted to say something, staring at Zhao Deshui: "Master, how can I make you die so unjustly?"

Zhao Deshui shook his head in pain: "Yin Hun, you don't know about this. This is the consequence of evil. This is the fate we deserve. Forty years ago, we have already destined to today's fate. You can go quickly." After Zhao Deshui finished speaking, he screamed in pain, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground, staring at Yin Hun opposite him with his eyes: "Hurry... go..." After leaving, Old Zhao's body turned into dazzling lights and flew into the sky and disappeared.

Looking along the bright light, I was surprised to find two figures floating above the forest. They could not see their faces, but they could clearly see their bodies.

It seemed as if they had no face at all.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha." The two people burst into a crazy laugh.

The God's Punisher seemed to find something wrong and said nervously: "Ah, no, why are there two?"

After hearing the exclamation of the God's Visioner, Yin Hui also knew the danger. He frowned and stared at the two figures floating in the air.

"God's Purposer, we were just about to find you, but I didn't expect you to come to your door in person. Hahahaha, it's really easy to find a place without any effort."

One of the tall and thin black shadows on the opposite side laughed wildly, staring at Yin Hui and the divine refugee in the direction of his head. Yin Hui could feel the burning feeling of his eyes falling on him.

"Hmph, you two will all die today." To everyone's surprise, before the God's Pursuit could speak, Yin Hui actually made such a poisonous oath.

"Huh? This young man?" The two people turned their attention to Yin Hui and laughed wildly: "Haha, do you think you want to conquer us just by just a little guy? When we debuted, you were still in your mother's belly. "The tall and thin guy smiled unrestrainedly, while the person next to him was always taciturn and didn't say a word.

"Are you Yin Hui?" The slightly fat man next to him finally spoke.

Yin Hui stared at the chubby figure with anger, clenched his fists and said, "Yes, I am Yin Hui. Today, everyone related to my master's death will have to pay the price."

Yin Hui's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and his eyes were vicious. The divine chasm was shocked and frightened.

"Haha, boy, I want us to pay the price, you are still a little tender. Haha, but I think you are the only successor of the mortal sect. Today I can give you a way out. As long as you hand over the six magic weapons of the mortal sect that your master passed on to you, I will naturally let you live." The chubby figure seemed to be lengthening his head, and it was obvious that it had aroused the idea of ​​the treasure on Yin Hui's body.

"Hmph, Zhao Dehuo, don't talk to them. First, clean up these two people. All the treasures on them belong to you." The thin figure said.

"Zhao Dehuo? Zhao Deshui?" Yin Hui fell into deep thought when he heard this strange name, and his eyes focused on the two black shadows: "You are my master's senior brother, Zhao Dehuo?"

Zhao Dehuo was first surprised that Yin Hui called his name, but then he said seriously: "Yes, it seems that senior brother is still worried about me." Zhao Dehuo actually smiled happily.

"Shameless, I really lost all the face of my Maoshan Sect." Yin Hui cursed wildly, regardless of this person's seniority.

In fact, according to seniority, I should call this person the uncle.

But since he had killed his master, he would be the real rebellious one if he called him uncle.

"Hmph, boy, don't blame Uncle Master if you don't know the mercy." Zhao Dehuo's face re-expressed a bandit expression that was killing without blinking. Even if Yin Hui couldn't see his face clearly, he could guess it just by feeling the changes in his breath.

The God-Puzon, who was left to the side, also interrupted: "Two little bastards, what can you do to show off in front of your blind grandfather? Take the initiative."

After saying that, the God's Confucian actually trembled his feet and stepped on a big stone next to him. With the God's Confucian's cry, his body actually rose straight. Yin Hui felt the strong aura fluctuations he flew and rolled up.
To be continued...