Simulating Immortals: Embody Cthulhu at the beginning

Chapter 44 044 [Demon General Fushan: The most unlucky day in this life! 】

at the edge of the camp.

Fushan and the others changed positions and sat down, and began to think about a plan to deal with today's series of drastic changes.

"My lord, do we want it?"

The demon soldier Hutu pointed to the cave in the distance, and raised his palm across his neck in a cutting motion.

Of course, he didn't say it blatantly, and still used the way of spiritual communication.

After all, one must be careful when sailing for ten thousand years, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity and others because of an inadvertent conversation.

If this affects the adult's plan, then death will be unavoidable.

However, seeing his action, Fushan was shocked.

"shut up!"

"Next, you are absolutely not allowed to provoke that human race!"

"He's scarier than he looks."

After a short pause, Fushan's voice suddenly became lower, with an inexplicable emotion: "Even I have to avoid him."

A sheet of frost floated on Fushan's face, as if he remembered something not so good, his brows could not help but wrinkled.

"If he doesn't leave after two days, we must leave immediately and find another way to sneak into the human garrison!"

The four monster soldiers were all taken aback when they heard the words, and expressions of disbelief suddenly appeared on their faces.

"Who is this human cultivator? Even my lord, you should avoid him... avoid him?!" Hutu, who was always the most courageous, carefully asked his confusion.

"Human monk?"

Thinking of the tentacles fluttering and indescribable phantom that I saw from the perspective of my mind.

Veins sprouted on Fushan's forehead, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he couldn't help but cursed through voice transmission: "Human race!"

"If the human race looks like this, can there still be a place for our holy race in the Tianyuan world?!"

"It's time to be driven back to the outside world to eat the void dust!"

The four demon soldiers were stunned again.

Ok?
Could it be that it is not a human race?

However, seeing Fushan's constipated expression, they didn't have the guts to continue asking.

The field suddenly became quiet, only a burst of noisy and chaotic voices came from a distance from time to time, which was extremely noisy in the ears.

Fushan raised his head and looked over there coldly, his eyes were full of displeasure.

This bunch of useless bastards haven't discussed the reason until now. Instead, they all want to be the leader who gives orders, and all they think about is to arrange for others to scout and explore the way ahead and charge into the battle.

However, he had to hold back no matter how unhappy he was, because he would have to rely on the cover of these useless monks in order to be more confident in sneaking into the human garrison.

How can such an insignificant matter shake his grand plans and ambitions.

Otherwise, why would he stay in this broken camp pretending to be a grandson, wouldn't it be nice to go back and be his superior demon general? !
Just when Fushan Shenyou was outside, the mountain wind that had been blowing in another direction suddenly swayed for no reason.

A strong, nauseating stench quickly covered it.

The five people who were caught off guard immediately sucked in a lot of it, and their complexions instantly turned into pig's liver.

After a whole night of fermentation, this smell is several times stronger than yesterday, it can be called a natural biochemical weapon.

For a wolf demon with an exceptionally sensitive sense of smell, its lethality is even more astonishing!

"Go, go over there!"

Fu Shan pointed at the few big trees tens of feet away, and the five of them almost rushed over in a posture of fleeing for their lives.

It wasn't until he couldn't smell the stench in the wind that Fushan brushed off his robe with a livid face to drive out the smell on it.

"My lord, sit down."

Hutu quickly cleaned up a place under the tree where the roots were coiled, and then moved aside respectfully, waiting for Fushan to sit down first.

"Hmm~"

Fu Shan's expression turned pale, and he sat down without hesitation.

next moment.

A group of gray and white suspicious sticky matter suddenly fell from the branches and leaves above the head, and hit Fushan's shoulder!
There is no doubt that this is the reincarnation of grains excreted by a bird that has settled in a tree.

"My...my lord! I..."

Hutu's face turned pale with fright, and rushed over in a hurry, trying to wipe Fushan clean with his own clothes.

"Snapped!"

An unusually loud mouth slammed into Hutu's face, and the two sharp teeth immediately left their positions with the blood, and flew out with a gust of wind.

Hutu rolled and flew several feet away in embarrassment, then rolled up one by one, quickly rushed back to Fushan and knelt on the ground, waiting for the next punishment.

There was a mark of Wuzhi Mountain swollen high on his cheek, but he didn't dare to use demon power or spiritual power to erase the scar.

"Get out of here!"

Fushan suppressed his anger and kicked him up.

If it weren't for worrying that his subordinate's respectful actions would arouse the suspicion of other monks, he would have made this short-sighted dog kneel for three days and three nights.

Raising his hand, he sent out a wind blade, and the unknown bird that had shit on Fushan's shoulder just now was killed immediately, and fell from the top of the tree.

However, Fu Shan looked left and right, but found that this thing was just the most common common bird in the mountains and forests, and it was by no means a natural alien or a beast.

Then why didn't I sense the excretion of this ant-like thing just now?

Otherwise, with his majestic monster general's cultivation base and spiritual sense perception, even if he suppressed his own strength and did not release his spiritual sense, how could he not be able to avoid it? !
Puzzled, Fushan frowned and released a [Dust Purification Technique] commonly used by human monks to clean up the dirt on his shoulders.

He didn't walk in other directions with a cold face until there was no more smell from his body.

I can't stay in this unlucky place anymore.

The four demon soldiers followed closely like quails, not daring to make the slightest sound.

However, perhaps it was because Fushan didn't read the almanac when he went out today, his bizarre bad luck has just begun!
In the next few hours.

Fushan has experienced stepping on his intestines while walking (from Moxiu who was killed by Su Yun), being splashed with blood while watching the excitement, being frightened by a flock of birds and shit again, standing far away and being blown by a fire talisman cast by others, etc. All kinds of incredible things.

Even the rock beside him suddenly rolled down, and the big tree he leaned on fell down inexplicably, and such unlucky experiences happened one after another.

If he hadn't repeatedly confirmed it in various ways, all of this would have happened reasonably and without any trace of man-made.

He would have thought that some existence with a higher cultivation base than himself had discovered his traces and deliberately took action to punish him.

However, the more this happened, the more frightened Fu Shan felt.

Because if all of this is really a coincidence, it's okay, at most it's because of my bad luck and bad luck.

What if it was caused by a certain monk with advanced cultivation.

Those who can do this naturally without a trace of man-made traces, at least they will be above the stage of transforming gods!

When Fushan finally sat down in an open space, and there was no accident for more than a quarter of an hour, the group of five demons finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the faces of the four monster soldiers were all swollen into pig's heads without exception, their faces were bruised and purple, and there were various leaks between them while speaking, and it was obvious that they had lost a few teeth.

This situation was all caused by Fushan's anger because they didn't notice the problem in advance, but they didn't have the slightest bit of resentment or dissatisfaction.

He even felt guilty and remorseful because he failed to detect the potential risks in advance, which caused Fushan to encounter accidents one after another.

I have to say that Fushan is really good at brainwashing.

At this moment.

Not only Fushan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but also other monks around them.

They are now looking at these disciples of Xuanyun Sect who seem to be possessed by plague gods with strange eyes.

While surprised that their bad luck ended suddenly, they also consciously stayed away from them by at least a few feet.

Without him.

Fear of being affected.

In just a few hours, Fushan and his party almost visited the entire temporary camp, and their unlucky deeds were naturally seen by everyone.

The title of "God of Plague" has been completely spread among the more than 200 monks.

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