What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 595 The Messenger of Peace

The sense of omnipotence fades away, and the physical body becomes mortal again.

A sense of powerlessness emerged from my heart, and then quickly faded away.

Xu Ji opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the balcony with the phone screen beside him still on.

There were bursts of soreness all over the body.

But the meridians and acupoints of the limbs and bones are no longer scalding like fire.

Obviously, the old god had practiced last night.

It has rebalanced the physical body and the power of the sun!

Xu Ji stood up, moved his body, then picked up the mobile phone on the ground, opened the video left by the old god, and watched it.

The old god was still concise and concise, and he introduced everything last night in a few words.

Then I gave Xu Ji a task - to go to the area where the Naga ghost tree is located today.

At night, the old fairy will go to the canyon where the ghost tree is located for field investigation.

The attitude of the old fairy is very serious.

Xu Ji paid attention to it after watching the video.

"There may be a secret in that 'ghost tree'!" He thought, thinking.

Xu Ji has already seen the evil spirits in the mythical world.

Naturally raised monster locusts, Feiyi hatched from monster locusts, and drought demons activated by Feiyi.

The theory of evolution, weeping and fainting in the toilet.

Xu Ji has also seen the ghost tree on the blue star.

It is also unreasonable!

That Naga ghost tree most likely evolved from the corpse of a ghost 20 years ago.

But the ghost Xu Ji already knew that these things were actually parasitic on other objects.

This is true for ghosts of any form!

They are a type of 'ghost' that cannot be detected by modern technology, but does exist.

The old god once caught dozens of them, stuffed them into potted flowers and plants, and transformed them into a spirit-gathering array to gather the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, refine the essence of the sun and the moon, and build a foundation for Xu Ji.

At that time, Xu Ji didn't think much about it.

But now, Xu Ji recalled it.

"Since the so-called 'ghost' is just some kind of 'ghost' occupying the object, evolved..."

"Then, logically speaking, the decay of the 'flesh body' inhabited by the 'ghosts' does not affect their continued survival...they can transfer the carrier!"

"Like a hermit crab, the shell can be changed at any time!"

"Then how did the ghost tree come about?"

"Why does a ghost tree grow on the body of a ghost after death?"

"Is it the ghost tree hatched by the ghost? Or the 'ghost' hatched?"

"What's the secret in it?"

"Is this secret what attracted the attention of the old god?"

Xu Ji had a vague premonition, perhaps to the old god, it was better than the fruits on the ghost tree that might help Xu Ji achieve the golden elixir.

The old god is more concerned about the relationship between the so-called ghost tree and ghosts!
Jingle Bell!
A phone rang.

Xu Ji looked back at the hotel landline in the living room.

He walked over and answered the phone.

is an unfamiliar number.

Xu Ji hesitated for a moment, but chose to connect.

From the opposite side of the phone came a male voice who obviously used a voice-changing card. He said in blunt Mandarin: "Mr. Xu!"

"You are in a dangerous situation now!"

"Listen to my advice, leave this area!"

"Return to your safe homeland as soon as possible!"

Xu Ji frowned: "Who are you?"

"You can call me Mr. G!" said the man on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. G?"

"Yes!" He replied with a smile, "I am G of Holy Rome..."

"Holy Rome?" Xu Jile said, "Hasn't it already perished?"

"The great empire, although it has died, its spirit still inspires us!"

"From Paris all the way to Constantinople..."

"Together, we work together to create a better world!"

Xu Ji shook his head.

What and what?

And 'Constantinople'?
How did I hear it was 'Istanbul'?
After thinking about it, Xu Ji remembered the meme on the Internet.

Luluo is also Luo!
So he laughed and said, "Mr. G, right?"

"Thank you for your reminder!"

"However, I think I can handle the situation!"

Gui Ling has been communicating with him about what happened around the Naga Ghost Tree.

Relevant trends are also continuing to be shared with him.

Therefore, Xu Ji knew that the local warlords and the foreign mercenaries had become a mess.

Danger?Of course there are.

But it doesn't matter!

Because after nine o'clock in the evening, those possible enemies will no longer face Xu Ji as a mortal.

It's a pole from the mythical world, the Taoist ancestor with the ability to destroy the world!
Even if Daozu's mana is limited, Daozu is Daozu!
Even Xu Ji didn't know how many supernatural powers and methods the old god could use right now!
Archimedes once said, give me a fulcrum, and I can move the blue star.

For the old gods, the fulcrum is everywhere.

Not to mention, the Spirit Gathering Formation on the outskirts of Tancheng City has already surpassed Bluestar Technology!

It's something like a miracle!

When Mr. G heard Xu Ji's confident answer, he just smiled and said, "Mr. Xu, since you are so confident..."

"Then, I can only wish you good luck!"

Xu Ji listened, and immediately said: "Don't!"

"J!"

"You'd better wish the others good luck!"

Although the other party used a voice changer, Xu Ji still keenly heard a faint Rakshasa accent from his accent.

On the Internet, Raksha people wish you health and good luck, which is basically equivalent to crow's mouth.

The other party laughed: "Okay then!"

"I wish your opponents and enemies good luck!"

With that said, he hung up the phone.

Xu Ji also put down the phone.

"interesting!"

"A European who may have Rakshasa blood, but embraces the idea of ​​'Shinra'..."

"What does he want to do?"

"Like Napoleon?"

Xu Ji shook his head.

Back then Napoleon was hammered into the ground by the British!
Under the current situation, where is there any room for Napoleon to survive?
Probably a lunatic!

Xu Ji thought about it, and then put this matter behind him.

……

Budapest.

In an old castle, a man in a tuxedo and a gold mask put down the phone.

He turned to look at the maid beside him: "Has the security of the call just now been dealt with?"

The maid nodded slightly: "My lord, it has been dealt with. The system has already interfered with Citigroup's network monitoring and communication monitoring systems to ensure that they cannot locate and monitor during the call just now!"

"Very good!" The man nodded.

The maid asked curiously: "My lord, logically, no matter what happens, it should have nothing to do with us?"

"Even we should expect a violent conflict between them!"

"In this way, the rope around our necks can be relieved to a certain extent!"

"Stupid!" The man looked at the maid, with sharp blue eyes full of sharpness: "Who told you that if Citi gets into a quagmire, the rope around our necks will be loosened?"

"Humph!"

"As long as there is no nuclear war, the two sides destroy each other, and the situation is tense, it will only lead to one thing..."

He stood up: "The people of Citi will keep tightening the rope around our necks!"

"Even suffocating us!"

The maid didn't understand: "Why?"

The man smiled: "Citigroupers call themselves New Rome, New World, New World..."

"In contrast, we are the old continent, the old world!"

"Once the new world falls into the quagmire of confrontation..."

"In order to ensure that the old world will not take advantage of the opportunity to rise up and make a fortune like Citigroup back then, Citigroupers will definitely attack us!"

"Economy, finance, military, industry... strangling in all directions!"

"They will take advantage of the time when they can still dominate and control us, and suck out the last trace of our vitality!"

"This will not only guarantee to continue to control us!"

"It can also avoid the outflow of domestic capital once the situation is tense or the war situation is unfavorable!"

"You have to know!" The man stared at the maid: "We are actually the same race and culture as them..."

"When Citigroup is facing a war, the wealthy people in their country will flee in panic!"

"The first choice must be the Old Continent!"

"This is intolerable for Citi!"

"So, in order to prevent this from happening, the Citi people will choose to smash the Continental first!"

"In this way, capital has no place to go! It can only live and die with Citigroup!"

"So..." the man said leisurely: "For us, now, we must do everything possible to shout for peace!"

"It's not just about world stability!"

"It is more closely related to our vital interests!"

　I will change the text in these two days~
　　Some previous chapters have been reported~
　　I rub!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)