Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 50 The youthful spirit, vowing to wash away the sorrows of the world

Luo Hou visits Hanse Shanfang.

This was the second time he came here, and he didn't want to drink the tea there, so he stood still under the tree, quietly watching a half-red maple leaf swirling in the wind.

The pavilions are still the same, the scenery is the same, only the people's hearts are not the same as before.

Fengyou came out, Luo Hou retracted his gaze, and the gazes of the two intersected silently in the air.

"Are you here to inquire about the crime?"

"Su is really dead, it's your plan."

Fengyou asked back: "How do you know that he will definitely die?"

"How do you know he won't die?"

"I'm just offering advice, it's Su Zhenzhen's own choice whether to bet or not."

"Bet on the illusory way of heaven."

Fengyou said coldly: "You must not have come here for Suzhenzhen."

"I'm here to retrieve "The Year of the Dead Country"."

"Luo Hou, do you know the language of the dead country?"

"Give it over."

Fengyou smiled, went back to the dorm, took out the book, and handed it to Luo Hou.

"You can come again if you need a translator."

"You think too much."

Just like when he came, Luo Hou quietly returned to Tiandu.

autumn night.

The sky is full of stars, and the bright stars are shaking and rippling in the Milky Way.

Shaohao was sitting upright, and on the desk in front of him was a copy of "The Age of Dead Country".

"Father, what book is this?"

"The "Year of the Dead Country" left by the god of death, which records the history of the dead country, as well as the secrets of the heaven and earth."

For Shaohao, it is important to understand the kingdom of death, and more importantly, he must absorb the real god of death in this book.

Although, it's just a sliver of death.

"Do I need to know about the sky and the earth?"

"Knowing your opponent is the first step to defeating them. I think they are also paying attention to you."

"So my opponents are Heaven and Earth?"

"They are just your beginning, but not your end. There will be more opponents in the future."

Shaohao's pretty little face was clouded immediately, and there was confusion in his eyes.

Luo Hou sighed secretly, this kid is good at everything, but he doesn't like to fight, and he has no grudges in his heart.

If it weren't for Huang Quan's pressure, he would rather listen to sister Jun playing the piano, watch sister Xie Yu embroider, play games with Shuang'er, than learn spells and sword skills.

"What am I going to do?"

"Open this book, and you will see the god of death. Don't be afraid, it's just a wisp of the god of death."

Shaohao was puzzled: "A wisp of consciousness?"

"This residual consciousness is the power you want to absorb. It is better than the eyes of Gu Xing, Mo Dao Jue Chen, Sirius and Tian Bu Gu. You have to defeat him to get it."

"How do I beat him?"

Luo Hou took out the lone star: "If he tempts you with words, you will defeat him with faith. If he attacks you with strength, you will use the lone star to kill him."

Shaohao's power comes from the god of death, and Luo Hou is not sure what effect it will have on Shaohao when the remnant consciousness of the god of death appears.

If the god of death is the father of Shaohao's blood, then at this moment, Luo Hou hopes that Shaohao can cut off the fetters of this blood.

Shaohao should have a complete self.

Luo Hou waved his hand, and added a new layer of barrier to the bedroom in addition to the barrier of Tiandu to prevent the god of death from escaping.

"Come on, foster father is watching over you."

"Hao'er is not afraid."

Shaohao took Lone Star with one hand, and opened "The Age of Dead Country" with the other.

The hula-la wind seems to blow from the depths of hell, bringing the breath of the dead.

Wearing a hood, carrying a scythe on his shoulder, and hiding in a black robe, the phantom of death appeared silently in front of Shaohao.

"Child, did you summon Death?"

Shaohao blinked his eyes, as if he didn't accept this dark style: "It's me."

"Do you want to know the secret of the dead country?"

"Want to know, but in the meantime, I want to absorb you first."

Even though he was hiding in the dark, the Grim Reaper still conveyed a feeling of surprise: "Huh? You make me feel inexplicably familiar."

"However, I didn't feel the same familiarity."

Luo Hou sat in the shadow of the corner, smiling silently.

The god of death didn't think so, he approached Shaohao, sniffed greedily, and then took a long breath intoxicated.

"So it was you, my son."

"Now, can I absorb you? Mr. Death."

"No, everyone must abide by the rules of the game left by the god of death, even if you are my son."

"What are the rules of the death game?"

"Blood of Death, use your blood to make a contract with me."

"Blood?"

"My son, the contract between you and me is that I will help you become the king of the dead country, and you must not disobey the will of the father."

Shaohao immediately shook his head: "I don't need to be a king, and my father is not you."

"My son, son of God, what a noble bloodline, sign a contract with me quickly, and the glory of the god of death belongs to you."

"No, I just want to absorb you."

Negotiations broke down, Reaper did not show love for his son, and Shaohao did not show respect for Reaper.

A shock.

"Death cry!"

"Death Cry~"

The God of Death's scythe collided with Shaohao's lone star, death energy rushed to his face, and his divine power shook the sky, instantly forming a huge shock wave in the bedroom.

Minghuo Zhuyi·Four gods worship together·Julong soars to the ground!

I don't know when Shaohao cast the spell, and immediately formed a thick earth barrier, covered with thorns, and wrapped around Death in an instant.

The shock wave from the collision of the two knives was bounced back by the earth barrier, and exploded at the center point again.

There were two bangs, the sky and the earth paled, and the gods and ghosts trembled.

Death Remnant suffered a severe blow.

Shaohao's situation couldn't be much better, he spurted out a mouthful of vermilion, and his complexion was ashen.

But he tenaciously stretched out his palm and grasped the sliver of consciousness.

No matter how much the residual consciousness struggled, it still flowed into Shaohao's body through the air hole in the palm of his hand.

"My son, I will come back again..."

The sound of hula-la gradually dissipated, the temperature picked up, and it was still a cold autumn night, and the Geng Geng Galaxy.

Looking at the book "The Age of the Dead Country" again, the pages are yellow, the ink is dry, and the lines of ancient text show the traces of time.

Luo Hou came over, patted Shaohao on the shoulder, and was about to praise his performance.

Suddenly he felt Shaohao's whole body scalding hot, his true essence exploded away, and a huge aura flowed around his body.

Is there a problem with this residual consciousness?
Luo Hou hastily stretched out his hand to hold Shaohao's back, and a gentle force was generated from the three-color extreme element, and slowly entered into Shaohao's body.

Under the guidance and suppression of the three-color extreme element, Shaohao's irritable aura gradually stabilized and slowly transformed into a new force.

After a long time, Shaohao let out a foul breath: "Father, I seem to be too full."

"Ok?"

Luo Hou was in a trance for a while.

He pulled his son up, and within a short period of time, Shaohao had grown to the height of his shoulders, his whole body was reborn, exuding a powerful aura.

Her golden hair hangs down her head, her blue eyes are full of compassion, and her handsome red lips seem to speak the words of God.

Shaohao has transformed, no longer dead, only divine will.

"Now, accept the poem number I prepared for you."

Name: Luo Shaohao
Title: Son of God
Poem title: Heaven and earth are not benevolent, where does the unknown god return?The young man is full of energy, vowing to wash away the sorrows of the world!

(End of this chapter)