Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 569 The Death of the Master (Second Change)

A person is mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai, or as light as a feather.

No matter how vigorous the process is, there is no way to escape after death.

No matter how high and powerful they were before life, and no matter how many years they lived, no one can escape death.

For example, the white-robed old man in front of Shen Chong at this moment.

The old man with white beard and white hair was shaped like a dead wood, lying on his back under a tree with a crooked neck on the hillside of an unknown hill.

He rested his head on the root of the tree, panting heavily.

His robe, which looked like a fairy, was a little damaged, and he looked very embarrassed.

His hair and beard are also knotted, and together with the dirt all over his body, the old man looks like a lost old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

But Shen Chong knew his identity, and he couldn't describe his mood facing this situation.

He got out of the car and ran here for a total of 23 kilometers, which means that the bloody smell Liang Zai smelled had traveled 23 kilometers, and it could still cause an extremely strong impact, which can be seen from the strong blood of the dying old man.

In addition, the old man's voice was transmitted to his mind from such a distance, and his personal strength has obviously reached an unbelievable level.

As for his identity, it was revealed when the sound transmission sounded in Shen Chong's mind.

This is the old man Wangshu, the master of Lin Jiutian, the master of Xiang Mengxi, the former number one powerhouse in killing monsters, and the "sage" who contributed to the secret realm of Dingyan. Now the core founder of Monster Slayer.

A few days ago, Shen Chong heard from Lin Jiutian that the old man who had forgotten the number would die soon, but at that time he understood that the old man would die normally, and he did not expect the current situation.

Don't look at his unscathed appearance, but Shen Chong, who was standing beside him, could smell the lingering smell of blood in the air.

This is not an old man, it is clearly a sea of ​​boiled blood.

"Shen Chong, you came quickly."

Hearing the sound of branches and leaves being crushed, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

Shen Chong didn't approach right away, but kept a distance and watched from a distance, and said: "Senior, you should talk less, I have already informed the Ministry that reinforcements should arrive soon."

A wry smile appeared on the old man's face, "Can I still not be clear about my affairs? It's useless for anyone to come, and my time has come, so don't waste that useless effort. Brat, why are you sitting so far away? You Are you afraid that I'm going to lie to you? They say that you are cautious in doing things. I don't believe it in the past, but I believe it today. Are you still questioning my identity?"

Shen Chong shook his head and said, "Don't dare."

"If you don't believe me, why did you come?"

Shen Chong was silent.

"Nanbowan, a lofty mountain, do you still remember that you scolded me?"

The old man said suddenly.

Shen Chong was taken aback for a moment, Nanbowan?what is that?
Then he suddenly remembered that he had posted a post in the southwest branch of the Monster Slayer Forum with the ID of "Shangshan Junling No1".

In this post, I made a lot of complaints about the ups and downs of psykers and monsters.

Later, Zhan Yao changed from good to good at an extremely fast speed. At that time, he also briefly communicated with Xiang Mengxi, whose forum ID was "Xiaomengxian", knowing that because of this incident, he was forgotten by the founder who didn't know how to count. The old man is thinking about it.

It is rumored that extremely high authority is required to find out the real identity in the forum, and probably only the old man who has been sprayed has both the power and the interest to investigate this matter.

After confirming the identity of the other party, Shen Chong's attitude became much closer, and he took a step forward, "Senior, can you tell me what happened?"

Although the two sides had never met before, the old man had an indescribable affinity.

In addition, Shen Chong also knew from his father-in-law that he had been seriously injured to save Lin Zhishu. With this relationship, the identity of the other party was confirmed, and combined with the dying situation of the other party, he was a little ashamed.

The old man Wangshu glanced at him, "You said you didn't guard against me, don't you feel ashamed?"

It was really difficult for him to answer this question.

"Forget it, I won't tease you either. Shen Chong, please sit down, I have something to say, please write it down."

Shen Chong nodded, "Speak, I will listen."

The old man took a long breath, "Last night, I fought fiercely with Ghost Dragon in the East China Sea and lost."

Shen Chong's eyelids twitched.

He had heard the name of the big demon ghost dragon before, the head behind the black market, known as the strongest today.

The black market does not have a huge team like Monster Slayer, but it can still stand at large with impunity and become a force of its own, which shows the absolute strength of Ghost Dragon.

Shen Chong even suspected that Lin Jiutian, who was still in his prime, was no match for Guilong, so how could the old man Wangshu be a match.

"Ugh."

Shen Chong sighed, the boss couldn't understand his mind, and didn't know what to say.

"I knew my fate was not long. I wanted to die with the ghost dragon before I died, and kill the monster for me to get rid of one harm. Unfortunately, now that I am old, I lost so quickly that I can't even hurt it at all."

The old man Wangshu crossed his hands in front of his chest, and said with a lot of emotion, as if he was talking about trivial things, but the listener Shen Chong knew the thrilling.

He remembered a piece of news he had seen this morning. The typhoon of magnitude [-] that was heading straight for the east coast of Huaguo disappeared without a trace on the way, but a huge wave arrived at the east coast ahead of schedule. Dangerously lead to catastrophe.

Meteorologists have analyzed this and listed it as a rare meteorological spectacle in recent years. Now Shen Chong probably guessed the answer.

The old man Wangshu fought against the ghost dragon and broke up the typhoon abruptly, but it caused huge waves.

After all, Shen Chong and the old man were not familiar, so he had no choice but to cup his hands and said: "Senior is so righteous, and this junior admires it."

"What are you admiring? You don't even know how down and out I am. Ghost Dragon is indeed a character, but he is free to let me go. But my last breath can only last here after all. I originally wanted to take advantage of the last moment. Seeing your wife is impossible now."

Shen Chong was puzzled, "This..."

Seeing that he was about to reach out to help him, the old man Wangshu quickly stopped him, "Don't touch me now, it will break if you touch it."

Shen Chong quickly stopped.

"Forget it, this is the number of days, it's good to see you."

Shen Chong was in a complicated mood, "Senior, if you have anything to say, please say it."

The figure of the forgetful old man gradually became blurred.

He took a long breath, "Do you know why I want to build Monster Slayer? Why do I want to contribute the master's treasure?"

Shen Chong shook his head to express his understanding.

If it was him, he would definitely not be so generous.

"If you have ever seen evil spirits run amok and the world is in chaos, you will understand. The so-called demon slaying is not spiritualized monsters, but the evil spirits of the world, the demons in people's hearts, the demons in the hearts of demons. Shen Chong, what you have done Therefore, I have always paid attention to it, but you seem to have a bit of a stink with me, so you are nosy."

Shen Chong said modestly: "It's ridiculous, I can't afford it."

"Don't interrupt."

"Now that the building is about to collapse, I often feel powerless, so I was so anxious this time, and I ended up losing my life."

Shen Chong didn't dare to interrupt this time, and let him speak by himself.

After waiting for a long time, the old man Wangshu looked at him strangely, "You don't ask me why?"

Shen Chong scratched his head, "Senior, didn't you tell me not to interrupt?"

"Stinky boy! Everyone in the world says I don't know how to count, but I actually know. The number of awakened psykers and monsters born this year is more than twice that of last year."

Shen Chong nodded, "I know that too."

"According to my calculations, next year will be at least twice as big as this year! So, do you know what will happen next year at the latest?"

Shen Chong thought for a while and said: "The general will no longer be able to control the situation, and the matter of psykers and monsters will become known to the world?"

The old man Wangshu nodded, "That's right. At that time, people's hearts will be floating and evil spirits will be rampant. Sooner or later, half of the people in the world will become psychics, and countless monsters will be born. Although all living beings are equal, who will be born?" And can you really keep your heart in the face of absolute power?"

Shen Chong was terrified when he heard it.

If someone else said this kind of words, he would just listen to it.

But now it is the old man who forgets to say this, so it is a certainty.

Shen Chong took a deep breath, as if he was asking the old man Wangshu, but also asking himself, "How will the other half of the people deal with themselves?"

(End of this chapter)