If I can’t invite God, I have no choice but to become a god myself.

Chen Shu quickly walked through the bedroom and came to the kitchen.

He slowly opened the cupboard door, took out the butcher's knife, and placed it on the table. Then he closed all the curtains, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Only the butcher's knife on the table was shining with light, and the light gradually became stronger from the weak at the beginning, like the vigorous growth of life, and then became dazzling at the end.

There is a breath of life in it, and there seems to be a sound of joy in it. The heaven and earth are wrapped as if in the mother's womb. There is a heartbeat beating, and every beat is like It steps on the pulse of life, and every call seems to wake up the sleeping soul in the darkness.

Some brilliance gradually spread from the blade, blurring into a dream, like a long-lost dream.

Chen Shu gently touched the cloud-like brilliance, and everything around him was moving backward crazily. Passing through the radiant space-time tunnel, he came to the time when everything had just begun.

In a small town a hundred years ago.

Inside a blacksmith shop.

The hot stove mixed with the smell of sweat, and the smell of rust was also mixed in.

Bang bang bang!

The violent collision of iron tools caused little sparks to fly. A bare-chested strong man stood in front of the anvil, swinging a sledgehammer in his hand and exerting force with his waist. The sledgehammer struck continuously and uninterruptedly as if it had no weight. Burning red pig iron on the anvil.

His movements were very standard, and each hammer hit almost the same place. The sweat followed the sparks and had a flowing smell, making the boring exercise look pleasing to the eye.

Gradually.

Back and forth smelting and forging.

The red-hot iron gradually turned into a knife during the hammering process.

Then it goes through several processes of quenching, tempering, grinding and polishing.

Finally, the handle was installed, and after a simple test, the pig-killing knife with a blade length of 70 centimeters was put on the shelf, waiting for its owner to come and collect it.

This time is not long.

A young man with broad shoulders and a round waist came and took it away.

Chen Shu always felt that he looked familiar, probably because he looked somewhat similar to his father.

Maybe this is my great-grandfather who is a good pig-killer from all over the country?

On the day it was taken away, blood was seen on the butcher knife. It was a pig weighing about 200 kilograms. The blade of the knife penetrated from the neck to the heart. The pig howled and blood flowed out. It was stained on the handle of the knife.

Great-grandfather smiled happily and said repeatedly: "Good knife, good knife."

The sound of the butcher's knife seemed to be heard at the same time:

[My first master praised me as a peerless knife]

【I think he is right】

Chen Shu: "Huh?"

He keenly noticed something was wrong.

later.

Year after year passed.

My great-grandfather became more and more sophisticated in his pig-killing skills. At most, he slaughtered thirteen pigs in one day.

These pictures were like a montage in Chen Shu's mind, passing by quickly, but they made him clearly understand what happened.

The butcher's knife didn't know how many pigs it had killed. Its heart became as cold as its body, and there were bones behind it.

Its originally brand-new handle was already full of bump marks, and it was soaked in so much blood that the original color could no longer be seen. Looking at it now, it was just a touch of black that didn't look clean, but no one cared.

All they care about is that it's a good knife for killing pigs.

[Someone once said that he has traveled to many places, met many people, and seen many knives, but no knife has ever left such a deep impression on him as mine, making it difficult for him to let go. 】

Chen Shu was like a bystander, observing the life of Buthu Dao.

But when he saw the sentence above, he keenly sensed something was wrong.

If I remember correctly, his original words were "This knife is very good, do you want to sell it?"

Great-grandfather refused outright!

They left without even looking back!

What are you thinking about?

Time goes on.

The scene flashed by quickly. As the family's fortune improved, the butcher knife that Li Xia had contributed so much to the family was gradually shelved.

Finally, it was gradually enshrined. Every day, it was sacrificed with the blood of livestock, and its spiritual thoughts nourished the body.

that's all.

Many years have passed.

[In my life, I have seen too much blood, and sometimes I look at the world with cold eyes. It was only then that I realized that everything in the world is like a pig, and there is nothing that cannot be killed. 】

Chen Shu: "..."

Didn’t you just kill some chickens, ducks and fish?

The scene kept changing, and finally settled on the scene of a young man slaying a spirit with a knife.

[A mere god, nothing more than that. 】

Chen Shu: "..."

The scene then changes, with the young man wiping the blade of the knife with the blood in the bottle.

[Beheading a god again today, you should drink the blood of the gods! 】

Chen Shu: "..."

Then there was a flashback, and during a certain mission, Chen Shu was so excited that he used a knife to kill evil spirits.

[They are too weak, too weak! 】

【No! 】

【I am too strong! 】

【I am really, too strong! 】

Chen Shu:? ? ?

Who did you learn this from? ?

finally.

All the pictures were frozen and then broken, revealing the young man's calm and deep eyes, staring at it quietly.

What appeared in front of Chen Shu's eyes was a big-shouldered man with a round waist, a bruised face, a green-grey complexion, and teeth like nails. He was naked and his trousers looked shabby, with a little blood stained on them. His body was like a pig. The knife is in his hand.

The breath is very weak, it is just a newly generated spirit body.

After hundreds of years of worship, the butcher knife became a god.

He looked at Chen Shu with an unpleasant smile on his face:

"I am the God-Slaying Sword!"

"Are you my lord?"

Chen Shu: "..."

Where does this strong sense of déjà vu come from? !

What should I do if I suddenly don’t want to sign a contract with Him?

Suddenly.

A huge force of heaven and earth appeared out of thin air, like a turbulent sea, and like a rushing pure white river, flowing along a line and pouring into the body of the butcher's knife like a whale sucking a long river!

After all things become gods, heaven and earth will naturally send blessings.

There was a sound of cheering between heaven and earth, as if hearing the low hum of life, the chirping of insects, and the seeds breaking their bonds in the earth to see the dawn; it was also like hearing the cry of joy, the bones rustling softly, Countless gods were cheering for joy, as if they were ushering in a new life.

The aura on the body of the Butcher's Knife was like riding on a rocket, rising crazily!

From the initial weak spiritual aura, it soared all the way.

boom!

It's like some shackles have been opened.

The momentum of the Butcher Knife surges forward again!

Instantly reached the realm of wandering gods!

And that's not all.

At this time, the Ling River was still pouring into the body of the Butcher Knife crazily!

Intermediate Youshen!

Advanced Youshen!

It wasn't until the You Shen reached his peak that he gradually stopped!

"Youshen?!"

This sound came from two people, one from Chen Shu, and the other naturally from Suizhu Dao.

It's just that Chen Shu was surprised, but Buthu Dao was angry.

And out of anger.

"What a thief!"

"I am the God-Slaying Sword!"

"I have followed the Lord to kill thousands of gods!"

"You only gave me the wandering god status?!"

"Deserve to kill! Deserve to kill!"

Chen Shu: "..."

Is this fucking okay? !

It was due to work that I was delayed again. I'm very sorry. It's already one o'clock, my friends all go to bed early.