Back Off, Let Me Come

What kind of monster is this?

Even Gong Xiqiu was almost shocked by so many strange faces.

Is this, is this still a person?

Gong Xiqiu's subtle expression attracted the attention of Chu Yao and others, but the master got the attention first: "Gong Xiqiu, is it difficult?"

Shen Tang's first reaction when he saw the black bones was to frown, and there was an indescribable disgust and anxiety in his heart. With the same skeleton, Gong Shuwu has pure death energy, and he will not feel uncomfortable when he is close to him. On the other hand, Hei Gu's death energy is turbid and evil.

Being so far apart can have an impact on her.

Gong Xiqiu's reaction did not seem to be confident about Jimo Qiu.

She prepared for the worst.

If Jimo Qiuzhen was not Heigu's opponent, he would have to intervene at the right moment to save the person, and he would not let the only high priest of the Gongxi clan stand in front of the battle. At this moment, Shen Tang was glad that he had mastered the art of "transfer flowers and trees".

It can also come in handy at critical moments.

Gong Xiqiu said truthfully: "This man has a face all over his body."

Hearing this, Shen Tang raised his eyes in shock and looked at Heigu. The latter was tightly wrapped in jet-black armor, with only the holes under his faceplate exposed. What kind of face do you have? Still full of face? Gong Xiqiu has always disdained lying and would not play around at this juncture. This can only mean that he saw something that ordinary people cannot see: "Face? How many? Can you tell me in detail what those faces look like?"

Gong Xiqiu did a rough count.

"There are hundreds of faces, all kinds of faces."

He briefly described the features of these faces.

Nearly half of them have black hair and black eyes. The rest of the characters have skin colors ranging from light to dark, hair ranging from short to long, and curly, and eye colors ranging from blue, green, black, and brown. They are more common in Beizhou and Wuzhou. To be precise, they are mostly found on the borders of the Four Corners Continent.

If the entire continent is regarded as a square area, and the countries occupy the most livable circular part, the remaining corners are Beizhou and Wuzhou. He has traveled north and south over the years and visited many places, and found that most of these people are concentrated in these areas.

What kind of collecting habit does Black Bone have?

Otherwise, how come the faces on the body are so complete?

Gong Xiqiu did not forget to mention an important point: "I don't know if these human faces have their own consciousness, or if they are controlled by the same body. They have obvious hatred towards Big Brother."

Forefathers planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade.

It's good for them as brothers. Wherever they go, they will encounter the hatred accumulated by their ancestors. If they weren't strong, how could they survive so long?

Gong Xiqiu's doubts were quickly cleared.

Ji Moqiu, the black bone listener, admitted that he was from the Gongxi clan, and he was unusual in killing without even raising a knife. He just smiled sinisterly and could not tell whether he was a boy or a girl. Two clusters of dark flames in the eye sockets jumped twice.

Under Jimoqiu's vigilant gaze, he raised his finger and pointed to his chest, where there was a face sleeping with its eyes closed.

This face was squeezed in by seven or eight nearby faces, so the original appearance could not be seen. It could only be vaguely judged that it was a woman's face from the lower jaw.

"My surname was Wei when I was alive. I had a single name for a city and a courtesy name for Yucheng." Heigu also reported his family name and changed the topic, "Since your surname is Jimo and you are a member of the Gongxi clan, you should be the high priest of this generation. Are you there? Do you recognize this face?"

Wei Cheng knew that the high priest could see these faces.

"I don't recognize it."

Jimo Qiu replied calmly.

"Don't recognize her? Hahaha, High Priest, how can you not recognize her?" Wei Cheng laughed again. The overlapping of hundreds of male and female voices was terrifying. What was even more terrifying was what he said, "She Maybe it’s one of your ancestors.”

Jimo Qiu's eyes fell on that face. Due to the restriction of his divine power, he could only see the existence of these faces. He could not see what caused this situation, let alone the situation of the owners of these faces. He chose to ask the person involved directly.

"Ancestor, what happened to her?"

"Nature is atoning for sins."

“What sin requires such atonement?”

"Fool."

Wei Cheng opened his fingers widely, and endless black mist spewed out from his palm, condensing into a pitch-black bone hammer. The long handle is engraved with countless skulls and ghost faces, and the front end is a melon-shaped hammer head covered with obtuse thorns. It's so delicate, but it doesn't match Wei Cheng's body type.

The moment Gong Xiqiu saw the Gu Duo Hammer, a flash of inspiration burst out in his mind. He had always had a bad memory and immediately remembered where he had seen this thing. He yelled and wanted to go out, but Shen Tang quickly caught him with quick eyes and hands: "Gong Xichou, now is not the time."

"That thing -" Gong Xiqiu tried hard to calm down his restless mood, pointed at the bone and hammered, "it's the high priest's token!"

That's not a Guduo hammer at all!

But it was the wooden staff of a certain high priest!

He had seen it on the wall of the secret room where the longevity lamp was enshrined!

Under normal circumstances, after the death of the high priest, the wooden staff will also be burned and ascended to heaven as a burial object. It will not be left behind, let alone appear in the hands of outsiders. Shen Tang is clear about this: "But that's not the Guduo Hammer? Did you really admit your mistake?"

"You won't admit it."

Just because he was holding Jimo Qiu's wooden staff at the moment, he could clearly see that the "Guduo Hammer" in Wei Cheng's hand was not only filled with the dirty and evil aura of death, but also entangled with the high priest's unique divine power! These divine powers are ironclad proof! What on earth did this guy in Weicheng do?

When Gong Xiqiu thought of what Wei Cheng said, he shuddered and was filled with extreme anger and humiliation.

Jimo Qiu's attention was also attracted by the Gu Duo Hammer.

"Ancestors fooled you?"

This question is somewhat redundant.

Which of the veterans in Wu Kingdom has not been fooled?

Jimo Qiu asked this question knowingly.

Wei Cheng sneered: "Are you just fooling me? Hehe, you might as well go into my belly and ask her yourself about this question."

These words may seem ordinary, but they reveal an important piece of information.

"You mean, you also ate your ancestors?"

Wei Cheng seemed to have heard some interesting question, his laughter became more and more shrill, and he finally stopped. He followed the rear master and sighed: "Uncle, we old bones have really been away from the world for too many years, and now young people will actually ask me this Such a question. Don’t you know what I’ve done before?”

His strength during his lifetime was not outstanding.

At that time, it had not been long since the birth of the Thief Star, and the world had little knowledge of the cultivation of literature, mind, and martial arts, and wars between warlords in various places were still conducted in the most primitive way of confrontation with cold weapons. In order to protect his hometown from being slaughtered, he, his uncle and a group of clan members also went to the battlefield.

That war was really tragic.

It was so brutal that he ran out of ammunition and food, and so brutal that he used the enemy corpses and even the corpses of Pao Ze as food to satisfy his hunger. Even he himself was seriously injured and briefly came to his senses, begging his uncle to give him a knife: "Ah, uncle, give me the best piece of meat." You keep it. If you survive, a hundred years later, don’t forget to tell your nephew how that piece of meat is different from other people’s meat. 】

His experience was probably the first of its kind.

When he regained consciousness, he sat up suddenly, turned around and saw his own flesh and blood organs rolling in the pot, and the others were scared to death. He only touched his empty belly, leaned close to the pot, sniffed it for a while, and buried his head in it.

【It tastes sour and not delicious. 】

In the end, they won that battle.

In every battle he fought from then on, he had to make meat from the corpses of enemy soldiers and captured enemy soldiers. Only in this way could his soul gain temporary peace. The First Master felt that his behavior was too cruel and cruel, and he frankly admitted that if he did not take these specially prepared meats with him when he went to fight, his soul would have to endure the pain of being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts. The location of severe pain coincides with the location of dismemberment before death.

The First Lord could only take one step back.

Let him harm the corpses of fallen enemy soldiers.

[Keep the living ones, you can chop melons and vegetables and kill them in the blink of an eye. It will take ten or twenty years for their parents to raise them. The Wu Kingdom will need living people to prosper in the future. I heard from your uncle that you still have dried meat from the butcher shop from sixty or seventy years ago in your inventory. 】

When Wei Cheng gave gifts to his colleagues, he also gave them dried meat of different years.

Especially when colleagues celebrate their birthdays, gifts of the same year will be given to them according to their age.

The entire Wu Kingdom is unique!

His name could stop children from crying at night.

Nowadays, the world has changed, and it is really ridiculous and lamentable that an ignorant child would ask him such a question: "I not only ate your ancestors, but every face you see now is food."

Wei Cheng smiled slyly and commented on the taste of the ingredients.

Most of the meat of the people he ate was sour, smelly, and woody. Eating them was almost like chewing wood, or rotten wood covered with moss. His uncle didn't like him eating it raw, so he could only cook the ingredients, which smelled like boiled gold juice.

Wei Cheng died with only a set of bones left, and naturally did not have the digestive organs of a living person, so the food he ate would not be digested, but would only turn into soul nourishment and fuse with him. His "belly" is the Colosseum, and the souls of these ingredients will be trapped by him forever, feeling the torment of immortality with him.

There are also some special things among the hundreds of ingredients.

That was the owner of the face on his chest.

The culprit who deceived him and trapped him in this place!

Her meat was very refreshing, with a woody fragrance. It was the most satisfying ingredient Wei Cheng had ever found, and her soul, which had suffered for more than a hundred years after her death, was soothed. Unfortunately, we haven't seen each other since. After all these years, it still misses him deeply.

As he spoke, he stared at Jimo Qiu with two clusters of black flames in his eyes, as if staring at prey, and his tone seemed to be recollecting: "You are also the high priest of the Gongxi clan. The texture of the meat should be similar to hers, right?"

How could Gong Xiqiu hold back after hearing this?

Impulsively, he forgot that he was no longer a brave warrior, but a literary scholar with a strong mind. He didn't remember it, but someone always remembered it - Jimo Qiu's target was not Weicheng.

A pair of red shackles pressed down on Gong Xiqiu's shoulders.

The iron chains at both ends of the shackles are connected to the ground.

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

He was immediately dumbfounded. The shackles weighed a hundred kilograms!

Jimo Qiu said gently: "A-Nian, don't cause trouble."

After beating up his brother, Jimo Qiu turned to Wei Cheng and said, "I have never eaten my own meat, and I don't know how it tastes. As long as you have the ability, please help yourself."

"As expected of a member of the Gongxi clan, he is indeed stubborn."

At this point in the negotiation, there is nothing to continue talking about.

A sharp whistle pierced the sky.

Puff puff puff——

Densely packed bones burst out of the ground, forming the skeleton of a war horse in less than a breath. As the last bone returned to its place, the war horse raised its neck and neighed. Four flames spread rapidly upward from under the horse's hooves, and wherever the flames passed, they turned into hideous horse armor. This war horse is twice as big as the war horses of ordinary brave warriors. When the horse's hoof kicks, a black afterimage is left in the air, and majestic waves of energy rush in all directions.

Instantly approaching Jimo Qiumian Gate.

The horse's hooves were raised high, trying to trample him into a pulp.

It fell hard with all the strength.

Jimo Qiu resisted with a horizontal spear.

The two collided, and the gun body showed an obvious concave arc under the huge pressure, and an inconspicuous breaking sound was made in the middle.

puff--

A black flame ignited on the horse's back.

Wei Cheng emerged from the flames, his arms raised high, and all his strength concentrated on the bone hammer in his hand, aiming for Jimo Qiu's head. Although the hammer head of the Guduo Hammer is very small and does not look lethal, this small gadget can easily break through the armor of brave warriors and has the magical effect of breaking the face of a brave warrior. If Jimo Qiu was hit head-on, even if his helmet was still intact, the Tianling Cap under the helmet would be smashed to pieces.

Jimo Qiu borrowed his skill to pull away and retreated violently.

As he pulled away, the horse's hoof suddenly lost its target. When it hit the ground, dust rose high, and the ground beneath its feet cracked, with cracks spreading in all directions like spider webs. The war horse's kick made a two to three foot depression. At the same time, the Guduo Hammer also failed.

Jimo Qiu raised his hand and made a move.

The broken spear under the horse's hoof turned into martial energy and flew towards his palm.

"Haha, your boy can fight better than your ancestor."

Wei Cheng's words were filled with contempt and teasing.

Not only does he have no sense of urgency, but he is like a hunter who is sure of winning, and he is very interested in admiring the embarrassment of his prey in desperate situations to save itself. Jimo Qiu said: "You shouldn't use your ancestors to measure my strength. It will only put you in a desperate situation."

The brief contact just now made him confirm one thing.

The strength of Wei City in front of him is far less than that of twenty-level Chehou.

It is weaker than the incarnation formed by Yunda.

However, this also happened to prove why the Immortal Cult did not let Wei Cheng take action directly. You must know that a twenty-level Chehou who is between life and death and completely unkillable is more difficult to deal with than Yunda who is at the peak of his strength. Werder's missing arms and legs would cause serious injuries, but this guy in front of him would not. There have always been those who exploit strengths and avoid weaknesses, how can there be those who exploit weaknesses and avoid strengths? There must be something fishy among them!

This tricky thing should have been solved.

Because of Wei Cheng's strength.

Most of the power was used to suppress something. Jimo Qiu guessed that it should be more than a hundred souls swallowed by Wei Cheng. Most of the national teachers also knew this problem, so they used the method of inverting civil and military affairs - suppressing the enemy is equivalent to improving oneself! Limiting the strength of the two armies and suppressing the ceiling of the top combat power of the two armies to the level of tenth-level Zuo Shu Zhang is undoubtedly the most beneficial method for Wei City.

Wei Cheng stood on his horse and played with the bone hammer in his hand.

"Yeah?"

After the words fell, the squeezed face suddenly opened its eyes.

Her eyes were facing Jimo Qiu.

Wei Cheng smiled gloomily and said, "Then let's compare?"

He raised the bone hammer in his hand high, and the face and lips belonging to a certain high priest on his chest moved slightly. Jimo Qiu knows lip reading and can tell what the other person is saying at a glance. That is - the prayer of magic!

Gong Xiqiu: "...how could he succeed -"

He was like a goose whose neck was strangled, unable to make a sound.

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I have been really busy recently, and the pace of the plot is too slow. The course at Lu Academy is almost over. I will sort it out after I go back in two days.