After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 256 White God
The chewing continued.

The difference from before is that when the evil boy ate a person, that person would always groan in pain.

But not this time.

She looked at the handsome young man she had originally liked, who kept crawling forward in front of her.

Because his legs had been broken by her, and his flesh had been torn off in several pieces by her teeth. Blood was trailing all over the ground, like a long red tail, winding behind the little brother.

If he cultivates magic, what form will he become?

It’s better not to be like her and become such a disgusting monster, because that would not be beautiful.

such a pity……

The evil boy sighed and asked the person on the ground the same question for who knows how many times.

"Still not cultivating magic?"

"Don't fix it."

Although he had lost all his strength due to excessive blood loss, Song Nan's tone was still firm, without any hesitation.

The evil boy stopped chewing.

She watched him slowly moving forward and suddenly found it extremely ridiculous.

It's obviously in vain.

Why struggle when death is inevitable?

What a fool.

"It's boring." said the evil boy.

Somehow, she suddenly felt bored.

There were no more beautiful moans from the past, nor were there any weak and powerless struggles.

I can't feel any pleasure at all.

It's really boring.

So she just watched Song Nan crawling forward, his face as pale as paper, crawling on the ground in cold sweat.

The arms that were supporting the ground had worn through the clothes, revealing the bloody skin underneath.

I watched him grit his teeth, his two thin arms as they moved forward tremblingly, his narrow shoulders arched, and under the thin flesh exposed by the torn clothes, the shape of his shoulder blades was clearly visible like a protruding mountain peak.

"What's your name?"

It was so sudden that even she herself didn't expect that she would ask this question.

Song Nan did not reply.

The anxiety and anger in the evil boy's heart were ignited at once.

For the first time, anger appeared on her seemingly innocent face.

If Song Nan looked back at this moment, he would definitely applaud.

He wanted her to be angry and to be miserable.

More than that, he hoped she would feel guilty and regretful.

I felt guilty for killing so many kind villagers.

"Brother, do you know?" the girl's voice sounded again behind him.

But this time, there was no affectation as before, but a calmness that seemed like the loss of strength after anger.

"Actually, I'm already fourteen."

Fourteen years old, but looks like twelve.

This sentence finally made Song Nan pause.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and when Song Nan looked back, the girl was no longer there.

But she did not relax and kept moving forward.

Keep moving forward, keep moving forward, and keep climbing in the direction the villagers told him to go out of the mountains.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope for survival, he will not give up.

The last rays of sunset were lost in the clouds and night fell.

The roars of wild beasts could be heard one after another in the forest. Afraid that the smell of blood on his body would attract wild beasts, Song Nan wanted to find a place to hide.

He used to be able to climb trees, but his current body simply can't do it.

A flock of birds were startled and there was a sound of branches breaking, as if a wild beast was approaching stealthily.

Song Nan gritted his teeth and rolled hard into the bushes beside him, then held his breath, trying to hide himself.

silence.

Something was approaching silently in the silence.

Big drops of cold sweat rolled down Song Nan's forehead.

At this moment, a low cry suddenly came from the air, which seemed to come from a very ancient place. It also seemed to be a sigh, with a trembling sound of compassionate sobbing.

Song Nan felt that his entire chest was resonating and vibrating, and everything in the world seemed to become extremely small under the coverage of this sound.

Suddenly, a burst of intense white light passed over his head, illuminating the entire mountain range as bright as day.

The sound was getting closer.

It seemed to come from the bottom of the sea, or like the gods and Buddhas in heaven were chanting scriptures.

It was as if a damp and cool silk was slowly brushing across his brain. He looked up unconsciously with awe, and his eyes, which had been like a pool of stagnant water, were suddenly filled with a pool of moonlight.

Under the moonlight, a huge white whale was slowly and gently swinging its long tail, leisurely flying across the sky.

The black sky suddenly seemed to become a boundless ocean.

As the whale swam freely, dots of light fell softly and slowly from its tail.

Song Nan felt that the place where the light shone did not stop glowing.

Then the whole mountain range began to glow.

Countless white spirits rose up from the mountains, whispering.

They are souls, the poor villagers who were eaten by the evil children.

Song Nan suddenly remembered the story that had been circulating among beggars.

Legend has it that when there are many dead bodies, pure souls will attract pure white gods.

This god must be the white whale.

Because with the cry of the white whale, Song Nan felt that the resentment and deadness in the entire forest disappeared in an instant.

Everywhere is filled with a sense of peace and comfort.

Song Nan closed his eyes and felt it all greedily and nostalgically.

There was no dispute, no scramble for resources, and no killing...

Just as he was immersed in this, the white whale's voice suddenly paused.

Song Nan opened his eyes with some confusion, and for a moment, in the distant sky, the white whale seemed to be looking at him.

Then the white whale's tail suddenly swept towards this place.

Song Nan only felt a dazzling white light in front of his eyes that seemed to burn his eyes, forcing him to close his eyes.

As he closed his eyes, a feeling of fatigue suddenly came over him, and the string that had been taut broke with a snap.

He fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was early morning.

Song Nan felt that he had not had such a deep sleep in a long time.

When I woke up, the whole world seemed to become clearer and brighter, with the rustling of leaves, the gurgling of rivers, the singing of birds in the woods, and the bees and butterflies lingering on the flowers by the roadside.

Everything seems so beautiful, peaceful and full of vitality.

He felt his strength returning to his body.

Both legs are still broken.

But he ignited an even stronger will to survive.

He must have seen God last night.

Such a beautiful white whale seems to symbolize all good hopes.

He wants to keep moving forward, he wants to see a wider world, he wants to become powerful.

He wants to live.

It was already noon and Song Nan had no idea how long he had been climbing. His whole body was already covered in sweat and his arms were shaking like a thin pole, showing how exhausted he was.

Until a pair of black leather boots stopped in front of him.

He saw a middle-aged man.

He has an average appearance and average figure, but his flowing clothes and compassionate and peaceful expression make him look like a statue of a village god.

Song Nan slightly opened his cracked and gray lips, and his voice came out hoarse.

"help me……"

The man lowered his head and looked down at Song Nan.

Song Nan saw pity, pain, and deep hatred for something in his indifferent eyes.

No hope left?

For a long time, Song Nan thought so.

It doesn't matter.

As long as he can crawl, he has a chance.

Song Nan lowered his head and eyes, and was about to continue climbing down when suddenly, a soft sigh came from above his head.

"Would you like to become an immortal?"

"Xiu...Xian?" Song Nan looked up again and found that the man was not looking at him, but at the direction he came from, where the bloodstain was spreading.

"Yes, cultivating immortals." There was a little longing in the man's eyes.

"Practice to become an immortal and create a world where people can forget their troubles, be free from worries and desires."

Song Nan was silent.

Immortals should be different from demons, right?

The man didn't hear Song Nan's response for a long time, so he retracted his gaze, looked down at him, and softened his expression, "What's your name?"

"I was born in the south." Song Nan tried his best to make a sound, "I named myself Song Nan."

From then on, he became Lu Qingfeng's disciple and a disciple of the Lingxian Sect.