Sister, stay away from me!

Chapter 404

In fact, thinking about Hai Qimin's actions and the information revealed in the other party's speech, Wang Huai should be able to guess that the other party is a person of the gods.

But he didn't expect that a guy from Shenmingdao would appear in front of him so carelessly, and this guy didn't have the unique feeling of Shenmingdao, so he didn't expect that the other party was a Shenmingdao for a while.

But now, since they promised to go to the capital of Qinzhou with the other party to seek the protection of the black dragon, a contract has been established in the dark, which is especially important for Wang Huai and Ye Yuan who are coping with the robbery.

Thinking carefully, Wang Huai figured out that they had concluded a causal relationship with Hai Qimin, and it was a problem that had to be resolved.

"Forget it, we'll deal with him when we get to the capital." Wang Huai sighed helplessly.

Seeing Wang Huai's face, Ye Yuan leaned over and whispered, "Husband, if you feel embarrassed, I will be him. Anyway, my disaster is minor, so I don't care."

After rubbing Ye Yuan's hand, Wang Huai said, "No need, it's just taking a group of people to the capital of Xinqin, it's just a trivial matter."

Hai Qimin still doesn't know that because of his identity as a god, he has walked through the gate of hell.

Knowing that he could take people to the capital of Xinqin, he immediately prepared to leave with joy, and conveyed the news to more than 100 villagers to go together.

Hai Qimin's status among a group of villagers is not low due to the continuous use of magic to benefit the villagers.

Therefore, when he said that he had to go to the capital to survive, the villagers almost all agreed with him, and began to pack their luggage and began to march towards the north together.

In order to facilitate the journey, Hai Qimin began to find someone to prepare transportation, and more than 20 wheelbarrows were manufactured. The elderly with handicapped legs and feet and pregnant women were put on the wheelbarrow together, and then marched northward together.

Regarding Wang Huai and Ye Yuan, Hai Qimin didn't ask much.

Although it is a temple blessing of the Dao of Gods, Hai Qimin should be a peripheral temple blessing. He has tried his best just to borrow divine power, and he is also a small role in the Dao of Gods.

Therefore, he could only see that Wang Huai and Ye Yuan's cultivation was not bad, but at most they were only at the level of mana. It would be easier to have two people to help on the road, but in the end he still had to bear everything by himself.

As a result of doing so, Wang Huai felt that Hai Qimin was moving, not a big migration.

From them to the capital of Xinqin, it is conservatively estimated that it is thousands of kilometers away, but the materials prepared by Hai Qimin are ridiculously small.

There was not enough food at all, and the proportion of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the team was too large. There were only four monks in the whole team, and one of them was Hai Qimin's temporary apprentice. The only understanding of Miaozhu was "Dancing God".

For such a team, dying halfway is the only result.

If you hadn't met Wang Huai and Ye Yuan.

Seeing Wang Huai's bitter face, Ye Yuan couldn't help laughing.

"Senior Sister Ye, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered that you said before that the catastrophe was unbearable and passed away, but when I encountered it, didn't it look the same?"

"...I didn't expect that this catastrophe would bring mergers."

"Why, won't we do it after the merger?" Ye Yuan hooked Wang Huai's nose and asked with a smile.

"...Neither."

"Then let's use our strength to do it. By the way, let's see if this Hai Qimin is a fool or a fool. Don't worry, I will help you."

"Thank you."

Looking at the crooked unicycles made by this group of people, Wang Huai said to Hai Qimin, "Before you leave, let's do a blessing to make everyone's unicycles easier to use."

"Well, Brother Wang Cuo is right."

Hai Qimin jumped up from the clumsy sacrificial dance, ready to give blessings to twenty or so wheelbarrows.

Wang Huai didn't know what god he believed in, but just waited silently.

With the continuous development of Hai Qimin's dance steps, Wang Huai saw a god appearing and descending here.

It's just a very weak god, even weaker than the Skylark God back then, and he has done his best to help purify the blood in the food before.

After hearing Hai Qimin's request, the god extending from the yellow skin showed a desperate expression.

It looked at the clumsy wheelbarrows, took out the hammer and nails with a sad face, and began to strengthen each wheelbarrow.

In order to make its image more mysterious, it hides its own figure, just knocks on the unicycle constantly, and corrects the tires of the unicycle.

After accidentally hitting its own hand, it covered its paws and cried carefully, then continued to work with a nail in its mouth.

Seeing the behavior of this yellow-skinned child through Yuanshen, Wang Huai felt that this god was also quite miserable.

For a little bit of faith, I even did carpentry myself.

Secretly pinching out the magic formula, Wang Huai performed what he wanted, and the twenty wheelbarrows immediately optimized themselves, becoming clean as new, and extremely convenient to operate.

Upon discovering this change, the yellow-skinned master noticed Wang Huai beside him, and the expression on his face became very awkward in an instant.

After all, there is no monk in the gods who will come... It's embarrassing to say this.

However, Wang Huai didn't make things difficult for the yellow-skinned god, and waved him away, so let's forget about it.

Looking at the optimized unicycle, Hai Qimin was overjoyed.

With his low strength, he couldn't see that it was Wang Huai's tampering, and he thought it was the credit of the great god Huang Pizi.

After thanking Huang Pizi thousands of times, he called the villagers who were also grateful to Huang Pizi and embarked on a journey northward.

With the protection of Huang Pizi, this group of villagers is full of courage for the future, and their speed of progress is much faster.

They traveled thirty miles in one day and stopped by a wood to rest.

Hai Qimin immediately began to dance the big god, and the invited Huang Pizi looked at Wang Huai in embarrassment, and asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

Although he is a god, Huang Pizi knows his strength well, and he also knows how much he has.

He had never met Wang Huai, but he could still see the opponent's strength from Wang Huai's primordial spirit, and understood that the opponent was a cultivator at the supernatural power level.

The woman next to her was also amazing. The combined strength of the two of them made it impossible for even a fifth-rank god to deal with them.

Facing Huang Pizi's question, Wang Huai smiled slightly and asked, "What does God want to do?"

"I don't know." Huang Pizi said embarrassingly, "I'm just a small god on the periphery. I don't want to listen to it in Dazhou. I didn't expect it to be equally sad in the Tao of Gods. There are very few ways to obtain beliefs in the Tao of Gods, otherwise I wouldn't run around here for a little belief."

Speaking of this, Huang Pizi looked at Wang Huai expectantly and asked, "My lord, do you still need a patron saint? How about I come here and be your errand?"

Patronus sounds high-end, but it's just that.

Some weak hair gods will choose to work for some powerful monks, and gain some faith from the monks to maintain this kind of life.

However, Wang Huai was not interested in the patron saint, so he just waved his hand and said, "No need, I can use spells more usefully than you."

"...don't think about it anymore?"

"no need."

"I know I'm ugly the way I am, but what if I'm a furry little girl with animal ears?"

"Don't, don't, or my wife will kill you."

Seeing Ye Yuan whose eyes had started to glow, Huang Pizi finally chose to shut up.

But it didn't leave, after all, Hai Qimin had already danced to the big god, praying for Huang Pizi to protect them.

It looked around, and then whispered to Wang Huai: "I feel something is wrong here, sir, you'd better be careful."

"You don't stand guard?"

"I'm just giving an early warning. You guys are the ones who really do the work. A hairy god like me has already done his best just to be alive."

Looking at Huang Pizi, Wang Huai felt that the other party was really not easy.

Leaning close to Ye Yuan, Wang Huai let go of his perception and entered a half-dream and half-awake state at the same time.

After sleeping until midnight, he woke up suddenly and looked around.

The air is dull and sticky, and the wind carries the bloody smell unique to the sea of ​​blood, making people's noses like muddy water, making them uncomfortable.

Not far away, blood-colored trees were swaying in the wind, and under the trees was a group of soldiers in armor.

Although wrapped in black armor, Wang Huai could still feel that some signs of pollution had appeared on their bodies.

The skin of some soldiers has been peeled off, some soldiers have spider-like eyes, and various limb deformations make them full of inhuman features.

Looking at these sleeping villagers, their eyes were full of hunger and thirst.

A centurion even waved his hand, and four soldiers came out from the depths of the woods carrying a sedan chair.

Placed on the sedan chairs were their portraits made of straw and mud. The portraits were originally empty straw bags, but because of the continuous worship of the soldiers, the portraits had become a little more hideous.

"What is that?" Ye Yuan asked in a low voice.

"The outer god of a certain folk belief should be the soldiers who were corrupted by the blood sea and then personified the blood sea."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Well. As long as there is a beginning, these personified gods will quickly accumulate strength, and then walk out of the sea of ​​blood, turning into a new evil god, and then start asking for sacrifices constantly, turning the people around them into their followers. When the harvest is over After their belief, they will harvest the body and soul of the believers until everything is eaten up. If I am not wrong, this should be the handwriting of the gods. They should continue to plant a sea of ​​​​blood here seed, and wait for it to take root."

"what should we do?"

"Simple. Huangpizi!"

Huang Pizi who was pointed stood up and looked at Wang Huai suspiciously.

Stretching out his hand to cast the spell, all wishes come true at this moment, which makes Huang Pizi feel a little comfortable.

Afterwards, a rainbow light flashed, and the spell · Synergy was simultaneously cast on the assassin, and combined with Huang Pizi, allowing Huang Pizi's own potential to be fully released.

Standing up abruptly, Huang Pizi instantly turned into a giant golden beast that stood upright and filled with black and yellow light.

With Wang Huai's blessing, Huang Pizi felt omnipotent.

Turning its head, it saw that the statue carried by the soldiers was filled with blood, but it also carried a mouth-watering aroma.

Without thinking too much, Huang Pizi rushed towards the soldiers, and before the soldiers could react, he bit the statue, bit off the bloody personality that had just condensed in it, and then chewed it.

Xuehai's personality was bitten off at this moment, and a large amount of blood rolled into Huang Pizi's body, and was purified by his strengthened power of gods into his own power.

After swallowing this personality in a few mouthfuls, Huang Pizi licked the blood between his teeth, feeling that these things were more delicious than any fine nectar.

Noticing that there were still several statues flashing red light in the distance, Huang Pizi immediately jumped up excitedly and rushed towards the statue, devouring the blood sea personalities hidden nearby one by one and turning them into his own power.

The figure of Huang Pizi running under the night is its lost youth.

During the day, Hai Qimin, who had a good night's sleep, stretched and got up, and then saw Wang Huai and Ye Yuan who were yawning.

Handing over the willow branches and salt in a friendly manner, Hai Qimin asked, "Both of you, didn't you sleep well?"

"It's okay. You didn't hear anything last night?"

Hai Qimin scratched his head in embarrassment: "I slept to death, but I begged Fairy Huang before I went to bed, so it should be fine. It's not me bragging, Fairy Huang is powerful, and with her protection, there must be no problem."

Wang Huai squinted his eyes and looked at his side. Fairy Huang, who had concealed her figure, was full of embarrassment and kept begging for mercy.

After experiencing last night, Fairy Huang understood a truth.

The two of them flew up, they were definitely thighs that needed to be hugged.

Any random technique can actually add blessings to the gods, allowing it to swallow the personality of the sea of ​​​​blood and strengthen its own strength.

Hanging around with these two people is much more meaningful than wasting in the way of the gods.

Walking around behind Hai Qimin, Fairy Huang put her arms around his neck and asked with her eyes, "Do you need to strangle him?"

"Don't, don't, just keep this person. Just treat it as helping to avert disaster."

"Okay, listen to the two adults."

Hai Qimin didn't know that he almost died at the hands of his beloved Fairy Huang, and he was still talking about the greatness and greatness of Fairy Huang to himself.

When it was time to go on the road, a group of soldiers suddenly appeared and stopped the group of people.

Facing this group of Xinqin soldiers, if Hai Qimin encountered a big enemy, he would look nervously at the heavily armed soldiers, and if he was not prepared properly, he would sacrifice himself and let the others run away.

Just when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, the headed centurion saw Wang Huai in the crowd, and Huang Xian'er who was already guarding Wang Huai.

At this time, the centurion looked quite normal, and his blood-colored eyes had returned to normal black, indicating that he had broken free from the control of Xuehai personality.

Silently cupping his hands, he silently thanked Wang Huai and Huang Xian'er beside Wang Huai.

Sweeping across the group of refugees again, the centurion waved his hand when he found that the refugees were short of food and clothing.

As soon as the order was given, some soldiers immediately left some cotton clothes and food, and then left quickly, as if they had never been here.

Seeing these soldiers quickly disappear into the woods, Hai Qimin was puzzled, and finally could only sigh with emotion: "There are still so many good people."

Wang Huai: "...it's really easy for a brainless and optimistic guy to live."

(End of this chapter)