I have a book of salvation

Yu Chen basically had a clear understanding of how the Book of Destiny determined "the fulfillment of the last wish".

That is "at the moment when the last wish is fulfilled."

Just like the old beggar who couldn't forget the mandarin cod, after eating the mandarin cod, his last wish was fulfilled.

Just like the rogue Li Er personally handed over the money to the widow Sun, his last wish was fulfilled.

But these were all done by Yu Chen himself.

Now, what he wants to verify is, if the deceased's last wish was fulfilled by someone else by mistake, how would the Book of Saviors judge it?

"But if the gangsters from the Zhengqing Gang kill the big insect, wouldn't the reward be wasted?"

Yu Chen chewed the food and thought in his mind.

"Forget it, let's set off tonight and take it one step at a time."

Yu Chen shook his head and stopped worrying. After a few mouthfuls, he put away the dishes and lay down on the bed.

Big bugs are nocturnal beasts and are mostly active at night. If you want to find them, it is better to go at night.

But the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and as if he remembered something, he released a paper crow and flew towards the county seat.

At the same time, in the old street in the south of the city, Zhengqing Gang, in a rather old attic.

Several Jianghu guests who had met Yu Chen before were making preparations in full swing.

The leader, a strong man in a short shirt, was flipping through a rather ancient map.

Beside him, there were a dozen or so people from the world scattered around, dressed unruly and muttering in low voices.

"Young Master Wang is quite unlucky. He encountered heavy snowfall and large insect attacks one after another. God wants his life!"

"But if this hadn't happened, Mr. Wang probably wouldn't have offered a huge reward - a hundred taels of silver. Even the usually calm boss couldn't bear it."

"Are you stupid? Do you really think the boss is here for the hundred taels of silver?"

"Huh? What if that's not the case?"

"Although a hundred taels of silver is a lot, it is nothing to our gang. Why is it necessary to risk our lives to defeat that man-eating insect?"

"What the boss is really interested in is Mr. Wang's promise - as long as we kill that big insect, all herbs in the Wang family's store will be halved!"

"In recent years, we have controlled more than half of the labor force in Weishui. Whether it is a daily injury or a broken muscle while working, we have to ask for the ointment from Wang's shop. A small half of the profit we make goes to Mr. Wang. pocket!"

"But now, as long as the big insect is killed, the herbs and ointments are all cut in half - the money saved is much more than a hundred taels of silver!"

"..."

The words of several Jianghu people revealed the grievances and grievances between the Zhengqing Gang, who controlled 80% of the labor force on the Weishui River, and the Wang family, a family of medicinal herbs.

Just when they were talking enthusiastically, the brawny man in a short shirt who was called the boss coughed, "Is there nothing to do? Are you so talkative?"

All the bohemian charlatans immediately turned pale and shut their mouths.

"That big bug is not an easy guy to deal with."

Seeing that it was quiet, the strong man in a short shirt spoke and said:

"A few years ago, the Xiantian Grandmaster of Dongzheng Martial Arts Hall was invited by the Yamen to prepare to get rid of the big insect, but the fight was evenly divided, and the big insect finally escaped.

This time we go up the mountain, if we are not prepared, we may not be able to win! "

"Boss is right!" all the Jianghu people said in unison.

"One-eye, have you prepared all the things I asked you to prepare?" The strong man in a short shirt waved his hand and looked at a thin one-eyed man among the crowd.

"Don't worry, boss." The one-eyed man clasped his fingers, "Torches, fragrant bird dung, pork, wound medicine, needles and arrows, everything is safe."

"Okay!" The strong man in a short shirt nodded, "Let's go have a rest and go up the mountain at night!"

"yes!"

All the people from the world gathered together and dispersed.

However, what they did not notice was that outside the window, a dark crow fluttered its wings and flew towards the Qingfeng Mausoleum after listening to their words.

In a trance, the sun sets and the moon rises.

The winter dusk came very early, and by the time everyone in the Zhengqing Gang had eaten dinner and emptied their stomachs, it was already dusk.

While the light snow was flying, in the old street in the south of the city, a strong man in a short shirt led seven or eight people up to Fanghua Mountain.

"I got the location where Mr. Wang was attacked from Mr. Wang, which is in Fanghua Mountain's difficult-to-return forest."

In the wind and snow, a strong man in a short shirt carried a big ax on his back and said without looking back:

"It's freezing cold, so the big insect won't leave its nest too far to hunt, so its nest during this period is probably in the difficult-to-return forest.

When you go up the mountain later, you must not be careless in the slightest. If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame the gang for handling it! "

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

Then I saw a group of people stepping in the wind and snow, leaving a few lines of almost undetectable footprints.

It's enough to tell that they are all Lianjiazi.

And when the Jianghu guests from the Zhengqing Gang went up the mountain, Yu Chen on Qingfengling also woke up, cooking in the earthen house and filling his five internal organs.

A thought came to my mind.

The eerie and strange Senluo mask covered it from under the skin, and countless black mist stretched out from under the mask, turning into a big robe, completely covering Yu Chen's figure, and together with his breath, disappeared into the darkness among.

Blow out the lights and push out the door.

On the Weishui River at night, except for the continuous singing and singing around the overpass and the shadowy shadows of the old streets in the south of the city, the entire county fell asleep.

Even the normally bustling market was deserted.

The county seat is like this, but Fanghuashan is even more deserted.

In the mountain forest, a black shadow shuttled through the darkness, its footsteps lightly touched the snow, and then it leaped out of the land.

Fanghuashan, it is difficult to return to the forest.

A vast primitive jungle, full of insects and beasts, and thousands of medicinal herbs. Although it is dangerous, it also supports many medicinal collectors and hunters in the county.

The top "hunter" among them is the silver-white insect known as the "White Ghost".

As the night falls, the forest becomes quiet.

An extremely strong silver-white beast walked slowly between the mountain forest and the snow, like an emperor patrolling his territory.

Suddenly, the huge tiger claws stepped on the snow, and a huge force suddenly burst out, lifting the strong body into the air, and rushed towards the open space in front!

A howl!

But in the clearing, an originally extremely agile elk was knocked down by the mountain-like behemoth without even reacting.

The bloody mouth is wide open, and under the prickly scarlet tongue are sharp fangs filled with stench!

Bite the elk's fragile neck!

I saw bright red deer blood flowing out, dyeing the snow red.

But after killing a plump elk, the silver-white insect pounced on it but did not bite.

There was a hint of doubt in those deep green eyes.

It seems that this is not the taste it wants.

——It's all meat, and it's all bright red blood, but compared with the hordes of two-legged sheep, the taste of these furry guys is completely different.

Of course, the silver-white insect does not have such dexterity and intelligence. It just instinctively feels that the beasts in the mountains and forests have become less appetizing over the years.

What makes it yearn for is that kind of weak creature that walks on two feet.

After a pause, the silver-white insect still didn't take a bite of the plump venison, but turned around with swaying steps.

Half an hour later.

A group of gangsters from the Zhengqing Gang stepped into the difficult-to-return forest and came to the place where the silver-white insect had just been hunting its prey.

The strong smell of blood entered everyone's nostrils, mixed with the wind and snow, making people couldn't help but frown.

"Yo!"

One of them looked at the elk carcass and said, "It seems there is no need for the fresh pork we brought!"

After saying that, the other Jianghu people also nodded.

——Before everyone went up the mountain, they bought half a fan of fresh pork in order to use the smell of blood to lure the big insect out.

But now, with a fresh deer carcass right in front of him, it seemed like there was no need to waste the pork.

"That's fine, I'll just take it back for a drink later!" someone in the crowd echoed.

Except for the brawny man in a short shirt who led them.

He remained silent, walked forward, squatted near the deer carcass, and observed it for a moment. Suddenly his face changed and became gloomy.

"Boss, what's wrong?" The one-eyed man carrying a lot of things came over and asked.

The strong man in short shirt ignored him, quickly stood up, looked at everyone in a deep voice, and said: "Get off the mountain!"

All the Jianghu guests were stunned.

I haven't seen the shadow of this big insect yet, so why did it go down the mountain?

"Let's go!" The strong man in short shirt turned around and shouted!

The Jianghu people did not dare to disobey and followed reluctantly.

The tall man who spoke earlier came up and asked with a confused look on his face: "Boss, what's going on?"

The strong man in a short shirt walked quickly and said in a deep voice, "You can see that the deer carcass is fresh, and the bite marks on the neck were also caused by the tiger's mouth."

After listening to the Jianghu guests, they were still puzzled.

The strong man in a short shirt continued: "It's a cold winter, so there isn't much food to eat, but after the big insect killed the elk, it neither feasted on it nor dragged it back to its lair for reserves. What does this mean?"

"Does it mean it's not hungry?" Touqing blurted out in a daze.

"Idiot!" the strong man in a short shirt cursed: "If it wasn't hungry, it wouldn't kill the elk! If it wasn't hungry, it wouldn't attack Mr. Wang's convoy!"

"Why is that?" someone among the Jianghu guests asked.

"Big insects are not like beasts like apes and monkeys. They do not have the habit of simply playing with and killing prey." The strong man in short shirt said in a dull voice:

"The fact that it attacked the elk showed that it was hungry. But it killed the elk without taking a bite, which shows that it was no longer willing to eat these prey. The elk meat, which is extremely rich for the beast, was no longer to its appetite. "

All the Jianghu people were stunned.

That big insect doesn't eat elk, but it had eaten half of Mr. Wang's body earlier.

This shows that its diet has changed from birds and beasts all over the mountains and plains to...people.

In Daxia, this kind of human-eating thing can no longer be called a beast.

People call it - demon.