Chapter 676 The persistence of ‘talking about people’
Time returns to the present——
On a poor man's table, hard black bread and a little vegetable soup are considered good food.
Holding the wooden cup, Abu said to his wife Agatha sincerely: "Thanks to Brother Aqiao for helping me at the critical moment, otherwise I would have died."
Hearing this, Agatha looked frightened.
She did not doubt the mysterious things in Abu's mouth.
In this land, countless strange phenomena occur every day. To be honest, she can save her life in such a situation... except for the protection of the gods, she can't think of any other reason.
Thinking of this, this simple woman put her palms together and said, "Great Quetzalcoatl, I am willing to dedicate everything to you."
Quetzalcoatl.
The Mythical Form of Salinger.
Many believers continue to believe in the God of Death to this day. In a sense, this is his anchor point.
'Dedicate everything to Quetzalcoatl' is more than a simple slogan...
Jon smiled and did not exaggerate his role. He just dismissed it as luck. When he mentioned his poor cousin, he even tried to squeeze out a tear from the corner of his eye.
When the Abu couple met, they comforted them for a while.
Had a simple dinner.
It was natural to enter the stage of sleep.
The people here are so poor that apart from working, eating and sleeping, there are almost no other entertainment options. Being able to smoke a few puffs of local cigarettes in your leisure time is an incredible enjoyment.
It's a pity that Abu can't even smoke local cigarettes, he is very poor, and even the wooden house he lives in is in tatters.
Fortunately, the cabin he was assigned came with a compartment for storing sundries.
On normal days, Abu's son Chuck sleeps here.
Of course, Jon would not disturb the couple's reunion after a long separation, so he offered to spend the night with little Chuck.
Little Chuck welcomed this very much.
Abu and his wife were also very happy that their son liked this unexpected guest. After giving a few instructions, they returned to their room.
Late at night.
There were two people squeezed into the small cubicle, one on the left and the other on the right.
Jon curled up his legs and didn't care about the harsh environment at all. He just stared at the other person with a smile: "Where should I start?"
Little Chuck blinked his big curious eyes: "Brother, what are you talking about? I don't understand it at all."
"Stop pretending, Salinger, my dear Majesty the Emperor of the Underworld. I admit that I found this place purely by accident, but now that you still want to pretend in front of me, you look down on me.
"
The corner of Jon's mouth raised, "You don't want to act innocent here and let outsiders know, right?"
Little Chuck:…
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly gave up and continued acting, his face showing a maturity that was completely inconsistent with his age.
"Very keen, worthy of being from the stars."
Jon spread his hands: "Where do you think the starry sky is? I told you that everyone there is talented and their speech is nice. If you don't believe it, I will take you around and you will understand everything."
You brave alien god, you still want to trick me into the starry sky?
dream!
Salinger stopped pretending and sneered: "So what if you discover one of my clones? It will have no impact at all if you lose it."
Every grain of sand in this land is my kingdom, and as long as the faith of Quetzalcoatl continues, I will live forever!"
"Immortal? Not necessarily." Jon looked Salinger up and down: "If it weren't for the person in the spirit world who stuck a bug in the resurrection rules for me, how could you have the nerve to say this to me now?"
He knows!
Salinger was shocked.
No, how could He know?
Chick leaked?
wrong.
That guy is his staunch ally, the kind who is as staunch as ever.
It is even less likely that "that adult" would reveal it on his own initiative.
hiss--
Yes, scary.
"Stop thinking nonsense, as long as I am willing, there is no secret in this world in my eyes." Jon smiled: "Then His Majesty the Emperor of Hades, are you willing to make a deal with me?"
trade……
Sallinger still refused to give in and snorted: "There is nothing to talk about between us."
"Do you really think so? Friendly reminder, I can do everything that the one in the spirit world can do, but He may not necessarily do what I can do."
Hearing this, Salinger hesitated, but still did not let go.
Without waiting for Jon to say anything else, he took care of himself and extinguished the spirituality in little Chuck's body.
If you can't afford to offend me, why can't you hide from me?
Forget it.
Now is not the time to fall out.
The resurrected Emperor Hades acted decisively.
Jon had quick eyesight and quick hands to help the poor child.
The vitality in his body quickly dissipated, and he soon turned into a shriveled corpse.
Jon was helpless: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Dedicate everything to Quetzalcoatl?"
Shake your head and look back in time.
Little Chuck changed from a corpse state back to a little boy breathing steadily.
However, there was no relaxed expression on Jon's face.
There are too many people in the Southern Continent who believe in Quetzalcoatl.
Theoretically, any one of them could be possessed by Sallinger.
You can't find it if you look for it.
so--
We still need to have a good talk.
‘Talk About People’ is officially launched!
Putting the boy on the hard bed, he wiped his face, took off his laborer clothes, and returned to his usual appearance.
With a thought, the portal opened.
Jon entered it and disappeared in an instant.
About five or six seconds passed.
Another portal appeared out of thin air, and a small money bag was thrown out of it, landing right next to little Chuck's pillow.
There is another sentence on the money bag: Thank you for the dinner, and may your sincerity and kindness be rewarded.
the other side.
West Balam, the original temple.
Salinger (the baby) suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I have been discovered."
When the original witch Chick heard this, she quickly asked: "Who? Who discovered you?"
"The Starry Sky Evil God." Salinger did not hide anything: "He accidentally found a clone of me and asked to make some kind of deal with me, but I refused."
Chike clicked his tongue and frowned.
He had fought against the Starry Sky Evil God.
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That time I lost miserably.
Not only failed to harvest the pain and fear, but even the uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics were lost.
otherwise.
Only when He is full will he come from the kingdom of God to the real world.
"What you did is right." Chike nodded: "You can't give that 'person' the slightest chance."
Sallinger's little face tightened, "Azik was bewitched by him and gave up on resurrecting me. Now he still dares to appear in front of me. Huh, if it weren't for his bad condition, I would have let him see it.
Under the majesty of the Hades Emperor!"
Chick:……
Physical impact?
Why do I feel that the resurrected Salinger is so childish compared to before?
"It seems that my old friend is not in as good condition as imagined." Shaking his head secretly, Chike said to Sallinger: "In short, it is better to be careful. We cannot withstand any setbacks. One wrong move
, lose everything.”
Salinger said ‘hmm’.
Then his expression changed slightly: "No, I was found again!"
A village thousands of miles away.
Jon stared at the hunchbacked old man in front of him with a smile: "It would be very rude to leave without saying goodbye."
The hunchbacked old man gritted his teeth: "What on earth are you going to do!"
"Let's talk." Jon extended his hand to invite: "Come and have a friendly, equal and harmonious exchange with me."
Salinger: Are you sick? Who wants to talk to you?
Seeing that the other party remained motionless, Jon was very confused and asked: "Did I not make it obvious enough? Or my attitude was not sincere enough."
Sallinger thought deeply and said in a hoarse voice: "We have nothing to talk about. Either you come to me directly, otherwise, there is no need to bother."
After saying that, the scene reappeared.
He gave up this body without hesitation, and his consciousness returned to its origin.
"What a sin." Jon followed suit and relied on the power of time to resurrect the old man.
He failed twice in succession, but he was not discouraged.
After all, Mr. Qiao never lacks the so-called "idle time".
A young girl in her prime, a serious priest, a leader of the resistance, a slave...
Every time Jon met Sallinger, he would show a friendly and sincere smile and say, 'Come and have a friendly, equal and harmonious exchange with me.'
Salinger is going crazy!
And He found out.
The Starry Sky Evil God also has the ability to clone himself.
At the same time, tens of thousands of people even showed the same smile to their clones.
Apply?
force!
Salinger finally realized the seriousness of the problem.
The same goes for Chick.
He was mentally prepared.
He knew that sooner or later he would face the evil starry sky god.
But this day came quietly.
He discovered.
I'm not ready at all...
He's not a massive opponent, and his resistance even looks cute.
At this point, he doesn't think the other party is incapable of coming to the door.
The reason why he keeps harassing Sallinger outside is for one reason only: he wants to play.
Chike curled his hair for a moment and said tentatively: "How about you have a good chat with Him?"
Sallinger: I dare you to face that scary guy.
In case it is contaminated.
Who can He talk to for reason?
Simply escaping is really not the answer.
Although it is said that there are "tens of thousands of incarnations" and "the place where the will is is the country", the clone is not such a waste.
The lack of so much spiritual consciousness is extremely detrimental to subsequent growth.
Before he could compete with the goddess of the night for authority, he was about to be killed at his doorstep.
Salinger was heartbroken and said: "Humph, in that case, I want to hear what He wants to say to me!"
At the same time, the east coast of the Suniya Sea.
The honest fisherman's eyes flashed, and he said with great dignity to the person in front of him: "Oh, I appreciate your sincere attitude very much. Well, I am willing to give you a chance."
"The Art of Language"
It was obvious that I had no choice but to agree to communicate with the other party.
But Sallinger behaved very generously, as if 'you have really earned your money'.
Jon saw through it but didn't say anything, and smiled and said: "Then I really thank you~"
Salinger was silent.
To be honest, he couldn't take even the slightest initiative in this conversation.
Unless "that master" in the spiritual world comes to an end in person, either he or Chike will only be beaten.
"Times have changed -" Salinger couldn't help but miss the glory of the past.
Taking a deep breath, he asked: "Before the conversation begins, I want to know something."
Jon: "Please tell me."
"Why do you have to talk to me? With your strength, there should be an easier way."
Jon blinked and said matter-of-factly: "Who do you think I am?"
He pretended to be profound: "Everyone in the world has misunderstood me. I have never been a fighter in my life, but I only like to resolve fights."
This was said in ancient Chinese, and Salinger couldn't understand it at all.
I just feel that the ‘Whispers of the Outer Gods’ are mysterious and unfathomable.
He thought to himself that "that adult" might not dare to face the other party directly, so he pushed him and Chike to the front desk.
It seems to be a game between the old gods and the new gods to compete for power, but in fact it is two giants quietly confronting each other.
It's just a person who likes to end up being an experientialist.
One likes to be behind the scenes and is a spectator.
Under the gods.
All living things are ants.
But who knows.
Under the old days.
So are the gods.
Especially for a god like Him who had just been resurrected and lost his original power, it would be even more difficult for him to put his ideas into practice.
Salinger smiled resignedly: "Okay, I have no problem."
Jon responded with the same smile: "Actually, in addition to the above reasons, there is also a little personal nostalgia. Death, baby, that is my lost youth."
Sallinger:???
don't know.
But it feels very powerful.
…
powerful.
Unparalleledly powerful!
Although he was only at the peak level of demigod, Klein felt a hint of divinity in the artificial death embryo attached to him.
One night, plus one day.
Klein swept away all the 'Artificial Death Sect' camps near the Plains of Bones.
Gathered all the strength.
Finally, he cultivated this artificial god of death to the limit of what he could bear.
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Klein was overjoyed.
He did good deeds again and received benefits again.
There's nothing more gratifying than this.
But the crisis is still not over.
What he solved was just the artificial death gods around the Skeleton Plain. God knows how many artificial death embryos the 'Artificial Death God Sect' had released with the support of the Witch Sect.
It is speculated that the crazy woman has a plan to use the entire continent to practice Gu and then gain power.
Thinking of this, Klein's heart couldn't help but feel heavy again.
Without losing human nature, there are advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage is that it is not easy to lose control and make yourself less like yourself.
The disadvantage is that worrying too much can easily affect your mentality.
Sitting on the top of the mountain, lost in thought
At this moment, Azik's messenger emerged from the ground strangely.
It's still the same skeletal beast from before, with blue flames burning in its eye sockets.
A 'click' sound.
A cloth bag fell out of the messenger's mouth.
Above it is the logo of ‘Saplings and Hands’, and there is a line of small gilded words tattooed under the logo – ‘Love makes the world a better place’
Klein's expression suddenly froze.
He looked up and found that the messenger also looked relieved.
"Okay." Even though he was reluctant, Klein still picked up the bag sent to him by Frank Lee, "Let me see what's going on."
The messenger didn't want to stay and fled into the void again.
After Klein was mentally prepared, he carefully opened the bag.
The moment he saw the light, the little green-headed creature in the bag subconsciously raised his head and said, "Dad~"
'Crash!'
The rope at the mouth of the bag was tightly tied.
Klein laughed dryly: "It's so fierce, I heard the plants talking."