Fast Forward To 3077

Outer Wusu City, heavy rains continue.

Somewhere in a narrow street.

There are various sundries piled up on one side, the used Hexagonal Household Coal Briquette, the pieces of wood used as firewood, and several wooden piers covered with vegetable leaves and fish scales.

The other side is crowded with people. The end extends to the corner of the lane, and the front end only reaches the courtyard gate in the center of the lane.

The plaque of'Ji Shitang' is hung on the door, and it looks like it has been around for some time.

To say less, the team of more than 20 people crowded together, but people did not see too much anger. Most of them were middle-aged and elderly people. The sound of the torrential rain faded away.

Wrapped in a few thick patched clothes, the gray-haired Old Lady shrank by the wall to hide from the rain. She had no umbrella and could only barely cover her with the wooden triangle board placed on top of her head.

Holding a porcelain bowl with a missing corner, standing among a group of middle-aged and elderly people who are in the same state as her, holding a yellow talisman folded into a triangle bag in her empty hand, chanting the sutra in a low voice. Arts.

"Recite the scriptures?"

The old man on crutches next to hear a part of it, with a bit of sorrow on his face, he said,

"The old man Shizipuzhao the great god, the true monarch of the devil, there is no fart, I believe for a whole life, but when I grow old, I become this ghost...hey, I can also borrow a name to come over and get a share of rice porridge. "

"You, you are disrespectful like this. Hurry up."

Old Lady hurriedly asked the old man to take back the disrespectful words to the gods. Halfway through, her eyes Could not help but glance out of the lane.

Gorgeous lights, passing cars, and the heat from street stalls.

In the distant block, the light scenes outside several high-rise buildings complemented each other, which made her unable to say the second half of the sentence.

The old man who had just spoken sarcastically was still sneer at first, and then looked at her eyes, his expression stiffened on his face, shook the cloth bag in his hand, and pretended to be a sneer.

I wanted to say something more, I heard someone in front of me shouting "Open, Shimi's open~"!

The silent crowd started to move immediately, everyone began to move forward, and from time to time, someone urged the people in front to move faster.

Every time someone is holding a small bag of rice, and a few breads come back from the front of the line, the Old Lady can't help swallowing a few mouthfuls when watching this scene.

About ten minutes later, it was finally her turn to come to the courtyard.

The entrance is a small courtyard, in the middle is a copper furnace with a lid on the top, a few scattered incense sticks are inserted in it, and a few wooden tables are placed in front of the main hall at the back, and the table tops are neatly arranged There are cloth bags with white rice and bundles of freshly made bread.

"The Old Guy at the back did not lie to us. This Jishitang really distributes food every day, saying that as long as you are a believer, you can believe in whatever you want. He is really a good person."

Someone communicated in a low voice, but Old Lady's face became a little embarrassed, and when she came to the table, she first passed the triangle bag in her hand, and then put the bowl down.

The one who gave the fast was a kind-faced young man. Old Lady looked up at him. Except for the slightly larger earlobe, she always felt that this person was very ordinary, and she forgot his existence when she turned her head.

The young man took the triangle bag, squeezed it, smiled and handed it back to Old Lady, and put a cloth bag in her bowl at the same time,

"It’s done very well, Thirty-five, according to the agreement between us, the money is inside."

The Old Lady did not say a word, put the cloth bag in her arms, and walked out without even paying attention to the bowl, and behind her The young man just looked at her back and smiled peacefully.

Suddenly, only the candlelight was shining behind him, and someone walked out quickly in the somewhat gloomy main hall and whispered beside him,

"Enlightened person, the flowers are blooming."

"You are here to take over my job. As many people as there are, you will distribute as much food. Don't worry, take your time."

The young man called the "Enlightened One" turned around , The other people next to him are subconsciously leaning on their heads sideways, even those who seem to be two rounds older than him.

Crossing the threshold, the youth's gaze paused for a few seconds on the Divine Idol enshrined in the main hall, and then went to the rear.

Tapping somewhere on the base of Divine Idol, the floor tiles in front of you immediately sank, revealing a step.

Walk down, only the candlesticks on the wall provide light along the way, stepping through more than a dozen stairs, all the way to the dim basement.

The muffled chanting sounded in the darkness.

The youth is obviously in control of this place. There is no need for lighting at all. He just steps forward and stops when he reaches a certain position.

"Someone told me just now, you Have you found it?"

"Competition, defeat, and powerless to fight."

The hoarse voice sounded, and then a group of rays of light lit up in the dark.

It is a translucent pure white flower with an extremely exquisite appearance, like a finely crafted work of art, exuding dreamlike fluorescence.

But the place where this flower grows is not soil, but a pair of palms that overlap each other.

It uses flesh and blood as its nourishment...

The owner who is brighter and brighter to illuminate the palm of his hand is a young man in a raincoat with his head held up and his face blank. Looking at the youth.

"I want to contact it, can you help me?"

The young man looked at the flowers and asked softly.

The petals sway lightly, the rays of light inside gradually bloom, and as its cultivator, the body of the young man in the raincoat began to tremble, and this uncontrollable sway moved his back. Something.

With the sound of "shua pull~", the rays of light released by the flowers became brighter, finally making the objects behind the youth appear.

Hundreds of tentacles rushed out of the shadows and went straight through the back of his head. Then it was as if a device was connected to a power source. White light spots traced back along the tentacles, finally illuminating them. source.

On the ground inside the basement, there are a lot of dark red vines with flesh and blood meridians as stalks. Near them, there are often one or two naked corpses as soil for growth.

Not only that, above these vines, without exception, are connected to a brain full of gully...

They greedily swallow the cause The stalks of the energy absorbed by the youth began to swell, and the terrifying psychic energy suddenly appeared in the basement, as if a little chaos, it would generate a storm that could destroy the building.

As the leader, the young man looked at the brainstem in front of him, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Sitting cross-legged in front of "Power", the youth half-squinted his eyes.

After a short silence, the psychic energy pervading all around began to center on him and slowly began to operate.

Until a certain moment, there was a weak dog barking in the sky.

"Kurpannga, it seems that your plan has failed. In that case...Let’s talk about the conditions?"

Somehow the youth’s voice suddenly became Very low, even mixed with some weird screaming noises.