The giant dragon just kept looking at me, and its originally blood-red eyes gradually turned into golden yellow.
Seeing this, a very familiar feeling suddenly arose in my heart. The giant dragon in front of me was like a relative connected by my blood. I actually had the urge to reach out and touch it.
I raised my hand and reached towards the huge dragon's head. The dragon let out a soft groan and slowly closed its eyes.
Just when my finger was about to touch the screen to the tip of its nose, a "buzzing" sound suddenly came from far away. As if the dragon had been stimulated by something, it quickly raised its head and immediately
Turning its head to look in the direction of the sound, its eyes turned blood red again.
What's going on!? I was slightly startled, and turned to look in the direction of the sound, but saw nothing except the endless stretch of flaming red lava.
But the giant dragon obviously discovered something. It suddenly rose into the air, let out a long and deafening roar, and quickly flew away.
Looking at the giant dragon gradually going away, my vision gradually became blurred, and everything I could see gradually turned into a shadow, until...
When I opened my eyes again, the first thing that caught my eyes was a dim light and a somewhat blackened ceiling. I was slightly startled. It seemed that I had just had another dream, but this dream was unavoidable.
It's also a little too real.
I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly something flashed through my mind, "Wait! This doesn't seem to be the Lin family's old house!"
I sat up and looked around, and found that this was a closed and small room. There was no window, only a closed wooden door. Maybe it was too damp, but there was still a faint smell in the room.
Got a musty smell.
Under me was a somewhat broken straw mat. I couldn't help but wonder, what the hell kind of place is this? Why am I here?
I was thinking about it, and with a "creak" sound, the wooden door was pushed open, and a person came in. I turned my head and looked, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
This man's clothes are almost the same as the cult messenger we encountered back then. He is also wearing a black robe, and even the dark gold patterns on the robe are exactly the same. It's just that his face is covered with a scarf, and
Wearing a pair of sunglasses, you can't see clearly what he looks like. But what is certain is that this guy must be related to someone from a cult!
I was stunned for a moment before I came back to my senses. I quickly touched my waist, but it was empty. Then I remembered that I had left the dragon tooth to Jianbian.
When the man saw that I was awake, he walked slowly to my side and said calmly: "You finally woke up."
"You...who are you!?" I asked nervously.
He didn't answer me, but raised his hand and took off his sunglasses.
I took a closer look and suddenly felt a cold breath rushing straight to my forehead. Those eyes with no white at all were familiar to me. Since I saw them once that year, they have appeared in my mind countless times accompanied by nightmares.
.This guy is none other than the holy messenger of the cult!
I didn't care so much and immediately rolled and crawled away three or four meters away.
This guy's martial arts skills are unfathomable. I didn't expect that I would fall into his hands. But why didn't he kill me?
I was thinking about it when he said, "It seems you still recognize me."
"Of course I recognize you! You...you devil, even if you turn into ashes, I...I will recognize you..." I tried my best to hide the fear in my heart, but I still stuttered a bit when I spoke.
The other party didn't care about my rudeness. He looked me up and down with his dark eyes and asked, "Does your chest still hurt?"
Hearing his question, I remembered that I had been seriously injured by that ferocious beast before. Not only my ribs were broken, but my heart and lungs were also severely damaged. But why can't I feel pain now? I lowered my head and
Look, the blood stains were still clearly visible on the clothes. I quickly raised my hand and pressed my chest, but I didn't feel any pain at all, as if I had never been injured at all.
What's going on!? Could it be that this devil used some magic medicine to cure my injuries?
I suddenly thought that a few years ago, Wen Qingshan cut off one of the arms of the scar-faced man, but when I met him again a few days later, I found that he had given birth to an iron arm. He said that the Holy Envoy gave him the ability to regenerate.
.This shows that the cult holy messenger in front of me does have some extraordinary methods. Maybe he also cured the fatal wound on my chest. But the question is why did he help me heal the wound?
The other party seemed to see the doubts in my mind and said: "You have obtained the power of the dragon soul, and your self-healing power is really amazing. You suffered such a serious injury and fully recovered within three days."
"What are you talking about! The injuries on my body... healed on their own?" I was shocked.
The emissary of the cult slowly walked toward me. I quickly clasped my fists in my hands, as if I wanted to fight him. He stopped and said, "Don't be nervous. If I really want to hurt your life, I won't."
Wait until now.”
"You...why don't you kill me?" I was both nervous and curious.
The emissary of the cult asked, "Why should I kill you?"
"You and I are incompatible with good and evil, not to mention that we have ruined your big things many times! You should hate me very much!"
The cult holy messenger stared at me for a while, and did not answer me immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and took off the scarf on his face. Only then did I realize that his face was also full of ravines. Compared with the scarred face from back then,
, simply worse than anything else!
Even though he was two or three meters away from me, I could vaguely smell the stench emanating from his rotten face.
He seemed to be talking to himself: "In order to practice evil skills, I became less human and less like a ghost. In the end, I became what I am now. Even if I live forever, I am still just a human body."
Just the walking dead."
I didn't expect him to say such things to me, and I was so shocked that I couldn't speak.
He turned to look at me again and said, "Actually, just like you, I also hate this Black Demon Sect!"
I couldn't help but be more and more shocked, what's going on!? Could it be that this cult's emissary was stunned because his head was caught in the door? Or was he deliberately testing me? I still didn't dare to answer.
"You don't believe me?"
I snorted softly and said, "How can you, a devil, still speak human words? Why should I trust you?"
He smiled faintly, didn't say anything more, put his hand from above the collar into his clothes, and took out something. I took a closer look and couldn't help but be surprised. What he was holding in his hand turned out to be a piece of demon hunting.
The stone tablet of human identity!
I thought he had taken away my stone tablet, so I quickly reached out and touched it, only to find that the stone tablet was still hanging around my neck.
"You...how do you have this stone tablet!?"
"What do you think?" he asked.
"Who are you!?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what you think of me! What kind of person do you think I am? Maybe that's what I am!" As he said this, he put the stone tablet from his collar into his clothes.
.
I'm completely confused. Who is this guy, the holy envoy of a cult? Or a demon hunter? These are two completely opposite identities.
The other party sat down cross-legged on the floor and said slowly: "In your eyes, I must be a heinous devil who kills people and does all kinds of bad things! But do you know why I do this?"
"You are a cultist, so of course you only do evil things! Do you still expect you to imitate Lei Feng and help the old man cross the road?"
"Haha!" The other person was amused by me, but his rotten face was still so ugly even when he smiled.
After chatting like this for a few words, I felt a little more relaxed and not as nervous as before. In order to make it easier to talk to this cult emissary, I simply sat down on the ground.
He smiled and asked: "Why, aren't you afraid of me anymore?"
I replied: "I can't escape anyway, so what else do I have to be afraid of!"
"Do you really want to know my identity?" he asked again.
I nodded immediately, this was the point I was most curious about.
He let out a long sigh and said: "I won't hide it from you. In fact, I was once a demon hunter just like you! Back then, my name of 'Broken Palm and Resisting Wind' was almost unknown to everyone in the world.
"
Broken Palm and Residual Wind!? I was slightly startled. I seemed to have heard this name somewhere before or seen it in that book, but I couldn't remember it. I asked with some confusion: "Since you were once
How could a demon hunter with such a famous name later become the holy emissary of a cult?"
He was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "This matter has to start more than sixty years ago."
"What! More than sixty years ago!?" I thought I had heard wrongly. Most people would have been dead for more than eighty years, but he still looked quite strong.
He saw the doubts in my mind and said, "Don't be surprised. Ever since I practiced evil skills, I have become immortal. For me, sixty years may be just a drop in the ocean."
"Damn it! Then you have attained Taoism and become an immortal, right?"
"No! It's not becoming an immortal! It's still becoming a demon!"
My curiosity was aroused: "Then tell me, what exactly happened sixty years ago? It made you turn from Taoism to demonism, and you also became the holy messenger of a cult."
He pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "Sixty years ago, China was in the midst of the Japanese invasion, years of war, and tragedy all over the country. I gradually discovered that when the world was in crisis, people's hearts were not actually toward good, but toward evil.
.In that era, no matter whether they were high-ranking officials or ordinary people, they all did evil things for their own selfish interests. As the saying goes, people will die for money.
Birds died for food, and evil thoughts became increasingly ingrained in people's hearts. As a result, the power of the cult became more powerful, and it was difficult for the demon hunters to resist it for a while. Until one day, I suddenly understood that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle! If you want to eradicate it completely
The best way to treat a cult is to become a member of the cult. Completely disintegrate the entire cult organization from within the cult!"