God Killer

Dark, cold, cramped, deathly still.

Surrounded by icy metal walls, on these walls are inlaid one after another withering stones.

In the entire room, the light that can bring light is probably these withering stones that exude a faint fluorescence. However, the dim light at these times will not bring people a little warmth, but it will make people feel colder and darker. .

In the middle of the room lay a one-armed Taoist priest lying on his back, his hands and feet were placed randomly, motionless, his tattered Taoist robe was stained red over and over again with blood, and became as hard as armor, welded to his body.

If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of the one-armed Taoist's belly, if it wasn't for the thin, gossamer-like breathing that made people feel terrified and suffocated, anyone would have laid this one-armed Taoist priest on his back. The one-armed Taoist priest there was regarded as a corpse.

The Taoist priest's eyes were open, those eyeballs, which were scarlet and about to ooze blood after suffering so much pain, stared at the steel roof above his head for a moment.

80 years ago, he was a real son of a country gentleman with a wealthy family. He grew up like a son-in-law. I gained some strength.

Anyway, he is not the eldest son, no one expects too much from him, basically he can do whatever he wants, although he has never done bullying, it is because he is still young, he thinks he can start in another three to five years He has occupied a few beautiful villagers, and he has chosen his targets. The little girl from the old Wang family, the new wife of the old Li family, and the little widow surnamed Zheng, everything is ready, and he is looking forward to how long it will be A few hairs.

Originally, life should be spent slowly and carefree like this, eating and drinking for a whole year, and being happy for a lifetime.

Until that day, a group of guys called the Imperial Army entered his village, killed all the people in the village, took over the girls who were like flowers before he had time to take over, and picked his parents and brother to death.

He was the only one who escaped. Luckily, he killed a Japanese soldier on the way and grabbed a gun, but he couldn't use it and broke his own arm.

It was an experience he will never forget. He was chased all the way by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers for seven days and seven nights, and there were always screams behind him, as if he would never be able to get rid of it. What kind of despair was that? The cornered?

At that time, he was lying on the ground as he is now, but at that time, there was a vast sky above his head, which was blue and deep, and it seemed that he would always have a way to escape to the sky, but now, above his head Only the dark and cold steel roof made him suffocate.

It was also at that time that he met an old man who was fishing in the river. The old man gave him a sealed clay pot, hid him in the bottom of the boat, and told him never to come out if the fishing rod didn't move.

He just leaned on the air in the earthen pot for half an hour. The oxygen was exhausted, and he finally couldn't stand it any longer. When he emerged from the water, the Japanese soldiers had long since left, and the old Taoist on the boat was lying in a pool of blood. In the middle, the chest was pierced with a bayonet, which made my heart feel cold.

The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes died in the rivers and lakes. In this era of war and chaos, it is too normal for a person to die.

He lay beside the old man for a whole day, and finally got up when he was so hungry that he couldn't die.

His broken arm was already rotten, black and festered, so he found a saw-like kitchen knife on the boat and cut off his arm. Thankfully, the kitchen knife turned into a saw and sawed off the bone It is much more convenient than chopping bones.

From then on, that boat became his boat, the Taoist clothes of the old man naturally became his clothes, and the fishing rod of the old man became his life-saving means.

It was also on that boat that he discovered the "Silver Dragon Scripture" that changed his life.

Later, he joined the Wugu Daomen, and gradually gained a fairly famous name, and was called Yinjiao Taoist by his fellow cultivators.

It was a wonderful time. Apart from cultivating Taoism, he was thinking about killing devils to gain vitality every day. It can be said that besides eating, he was thinking about how to eat. His life was simple and tense, and he was facing challenges every day. Unfortunately, his cultivation was too low He killed three devils back and forth, and was almost beaten into a sieve by the devils.

When things like muskets appeared, all cultivation levels became shit. In front of firearms, there was not much difference between cultivators and mortals.

Especially when facing a platoon of soldiers, if you are lucky, you can fly to the grass and escape, but if you are unlucky, you will become a sieve.

Compared with a fully armed army, one or two immortal cultivators are of little value, nor can they realize much value.

During that time, he met many like-minded cultivators, but as a result, all of these cultivators died at gunpoint.

There are also immortal cultivators who want to cooperate with the revolutionary army, the Kuomintang, etc., and fight for the country with a pure heart. In their view, there is no conflict between cultivating immortals and patriotism.

It's a pity that their fate was very tragic. Either they were used as cannon fodder, or they were stabbed in the back after the victory. At this time, he realized that he and the mortals were not walkers on the same road.

The ear-piercing scream interrupted his train of thought, pulling him back from his memories.

"Is it going to start again? Is it finally my turn?"

Already exhausted, he struggled to sit up, and then slowly stood up while gritting his gums. At this time, the cold steel door had opened silently, and the dazzling light outside melted everything into a milky color.

However, he couldn't see the glare of light anymore, and he could see clearly when there was light. There were no pupils in his scarlet eyes, and there was only a piece of black and white wrapped in blood.

In addition to the lack of pupils, not only the arm is missing from his body, but also many things are missing, such as lips, such as teeth, such as tongue, such as ears, such as the layer of skin on his face...

What is missing from him is more. It is hard to imagine what kind of torture he has suffered to become what he is now.

Not all things are missing. On his neck, there is one more thing. A large piece of flesh on his neck has been gouged out, and there is a withering stone inlaid there. Mie Shi wandered into his spine, which was a more advanced way of blocking the Heaven and Earth Bridge than shackles.Instead of his name here is a number 1132.

Guys like him, some with less things, some with more, walked out of the small rooms with a numb expression, such small steel rooms are next to each other, It is densely packed, like a capsule hotel, and there are as many as a thousand of them when you look around, and they are lined up together, looking like a beehive.

On the top of this small capsule-like room, there are rows of steel fences. Fully armed fighters are constantly patrolling and patrolling with withering guns, watching their every move, and the sound of their feet on the iron fence , is the only sound in this prison where everything is made of steel.

If Zheng Xian returns here, he will definitely not recognize that this is the negative fourth floor of the Sixth Business Division!

The fourth floor of the Sixth Business Division has been doubled in size, and the functionality has been greatly changed. This kind of prison occupies two-thirds of the entire fourth floor. The original fitness room and command center Wait, not much has changed.

Compared with the original team of the Sixth Business Department, the green-robed corpse knows how to use this gourd-shaped magic weapon better.

Even a vampire like Dracula IV is stronger than Er Gouzi's subordinates.

Just like an encrypted computer, if you know the password, you can use it. If you don’t know the password, you have to keep trying to decipher the password and break through the firewall.

It is always difficult for ordinary people to control a magic weapon. Even if they have enough vitality points, they are still far behind. They have to exhaust their minds to find out how to use it.

Taoist Yinjiao was driven out by piercing screams, and there were many immortal cultivators who were driven out together with him, including old friends of Taoist Yinjiao, Mother Qiu who had no crutches, and Jinyu boy Zizi who looked like a primary school student. Of course, Yanji the iron hammer, whose body was thick and shrunk by three circles at this time, the old man Bai Swordsman who was blind and whose eyes were white, and so on.

There are so many immortal cultivators, they come from different sects, some of them are immortals raised by the Twelve Pillars House, some are casual cultivators who have lived in seclusion, and many of them are the last Taoist inheritance of many sects left in the mortal world .

They have different identities in one way or another, but they are so different, but at this time they have the same numbness on their faces.

When a person has suffered too much, he will become numb, and nothing can touch them except pain.

They walked out of the room one by one like ghosts, and if they couldn't get out, they would be dragged out by a few soldiers in steel mechas.

Don't think that if a certain immortal cultivator wins the world, all the immortal cultivators in the world will be liberated and become masters. That is a dream, just like hoping that a certain person will become the emperor, and all the people in the world will be able to live and eat well. same.

The reason why dreams are dreams is because you need to dream when you can think about them.

They finally gathered in the huge square under the bronze god tree.

Soft piano music is played on the square, accompanied by slow chime bell accompaniment. The incomprehensible music combination method brings a different kind of music enjoyment, and the fusion of things always gives people a sense of elegance.

The spiral staircases around the square are full of soldiers holding withering guns, their faces are covered, and they stand there coldly, just like props in a drama, you can say that they do not exist, you can ignore them , but as long as you alarm them, they will turn you into a pile of protein.

In the center of the square, amidst soft music, there is a huge long table.

The long table was empty, making the white tablecloth as dazzling as the summer sun, so clean that people dared not touch it, for fear that if they touched it, they would leave their fingerprints on it and stain this piece of purity.

The long table was very long, a full eight meters long, and sitting on one side was a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a suit whiter than the tablecloth. This man was as elegant as a blooming white tulip, reserved, gentle, Blurred, exuding a deadly fragrance.

A pair of emerald green pupils reveal a beauty that makes it easy to be intoxicated.

There was a reassuring aura about this man. Seeing him was like seeing a relative, especially a woman. When she saw him, she didn't need to speak, she must think that he was a confidant.

On the other side, there is a guy who is completely different from the blond foreigner. Although he is also a handsome man who is rare in the world, but if the blond foreigner is a piece of jade, then the guy opposite is A dagger, tempered with poison, shone with a faint blue cold light.

He was dressed in a large algae-green gown, and the underside of the gown was vacant. He wore a huge emerald earring on his left earlobe. He was a man with an extremely cold but enchantingly beautiful face.

This man's face is always full of gloom that cannot be dispelled by the sun, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his thin lips, but the more he smiles, the more you feel that you should stay away from him.

Dracula IV, and the green-robed corpse.

In front of Dracula IV was a plaid square scarf and a crystal-polished goblet, which was completely empty, not even a speck of dust.

In front of the green-robed corpse, there is only a ceramic spoon with an emerald texture. The compact yellow climbing pattern is attached to the handle of the spoon as if alive.

The green-robed corpse stretched out two pale jade-like fingers, picked up the spoon, and swayed it gently to the rhythm of the piano and chime.

It's time for dinner.