The same houses, the same paper boy.
Even the boy was still holding the piece of paper. The only difference was that after a while, the ink on it had dried.
...
Wang Ye stopped and frowned slightly.
Is it a fantasy?
With his current mental strength, the Ghost King, who specializes in illusions, can also see some flaws in it.
But when I was walking before, I didn't notice the problem at all.
Is the owner of this residence too strong, or is he really getting weaker...
Wang Ye still did not choose to follow the paper boy's prompts and enter the house. Instead, he moved forward again, but this time he moved much slower. He looked around from time to time, as if he was observing something.
He deliberately left marks on the trees on the roadside, and continued to spread the spiritual power in his body.
But still found nothing.
Everything looked very normal, not like I was in an illusion at all.
gradually...
That residential building appeared in Wang Ye's sight again.
Wang Ye's heart sank. The paper boy was still looking at him faintly, gently shaking the note in his hand.
After realizing that he could not leave this terrain, Wang Ye gritted his teeth and walked towards the residence.
Since there is no way to leave no matter what, this residence becomes the only way to crack it!
The only thing I look forward to now is that the existence in the residence will no longer be hostile to me.
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the residence, the paper man gently turned sideways and made room for only one person to pass through the door.
When Wang Ye got closer, he could clearly feel the rich ghostly aura emanating from the paper man.
Is this boy a ghost?
Wang Ye entered the residence calmly and seemed to be very calm.
There is only one wooden table and one wooden chair in the residence.
At this time, a gray-haired old man was sitting on the wooden chair with his back to Wang Ye. There was an ordinary dustpan in front of him, and inside the dustpan were pieces of yellow paper.
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.
This paper looks so familiar.
It seems that the material of the paper money I picked up in the wasteland is exactly the same as this.
Is it all the handiwork of this old man?
Underworld, heaven, spiritual mountain, or...where are you from?
Wang Ye stood there, no longer moving forward, and silently looked at the old man's back: "Senior asked me to come over, what's the matter?"
The old man put down the dustpan in his hand, slowly turned around and looked at Wang Ye.
The old man's face has been burned over a large area and looks very ferocious. One of his eyes seems to have been completely damaged. There is also a ferocious scar in the orbit of the other eye, like a centipede, twisting and spreading to the tip of his nose. .
"You... have a good talent."
The old man seemed to be examining Wang Ye silently, and then made a very strange sound, which was very harsh and slightly hoarse.
Wang Ye subconsciously looked at the old man's throat and found that there were also marks of cuts on the old man's throat. It seemed that the injury had completely damaged the old man's voice.
"I need...a container."
"You have the right body."
The old man seemed to be very satisfied with Wang Ye and continued speaking as if it was a matter of course.
? ? ?
Is this human talk?
Wang Ye quickly understood what the old man wanted to express, that is, his current body was very old and scarred, so he needed a handsome body with good talent...
So allow yourself to contribute.
In an instant, Wang Ye's expression turned cold, he looked at the old man and said calmly: "Are you kidding me?"
But the old man shook his head seriously.
"I am a member of the Heavenly Court. When the Heavenly Court returns, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky will surrender to the divine glory of the Heavenly Court. At that time, your body will be respected and worshiped by countless people, and it will even be painted into a portrait. , will last forever."
"It's your honor that I choose you."
The old man has obviously adapted to the rhythm of his speech, and his speech is getting faster and faster, but the sound is still very unpleasant, like nails scratching on a blackboard, which makes people can't help but get goosebumps.
...
This guy must have some serious illness.
Or should I say, everyone in heaven is like this?
"What if I said...no!"
Wang Ye's voice was cold and he looked at the old man and said.
The paper boy suddenly closed the door and blocked the doorway with his body.
The old man shook his head slowly: "You can't leave here. Someone once helped me carve a formation around this residence. Only I know the direction to leave."
"You can choose to escape, and in the end you will gradually die in despair and helplessness."
Someone carved the formation?
This was the first time Wang Ye heard the word formation.
"Then what's in it for me?"
"If the benefits are sufficient, I can give you this body."
Wang Ye didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly changed his words, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.
The side effect of Jianglong's early resuscitation is the reduction of intelligence.
I don’t know if this old thing will be the same as Jiang Long. Anyway, it’s not a loss to try it and delay it for a while.
"The advantage is that your face will be revered as a god and worshiped by the world."
The old man's tone sounded like you had made a lot of money.
...
Wang Ye's face darkened.
This old Bangzi is really a loser. He opens his mouth and shuts up and talks with himself forever.
If your life is gone, what's the use of being famous for eternity.
And in a small house on the outskirts of this wasteland, Wang Ye didn't think there would be any big boss from heaven.
Even if he is not a fringe figure, he is still the most peripheral thing in the inner circle.
If this illusion was really created by the old man, Wang Ye would still look up to him, but... what kind of formation was it, or someone else's help...
"Heaven, you are so domineering!"
"Do you know who I am?"
Wang Ye seemed to have completely lost the idea of chatting with the old man, and suddenly spoke. At the same time, he took out a Zen staff from the bag and slammed it on the ground, making a loud noise.
With his bald head and Zen staff, the old man's eyes were obviously dazed.
He looked at the Zen staff for a long time before subconsciously asking: "What does Jianglong have to do with you?"
"Oh, Jianglong is my master!"
"The young monk Canaan is a young Buddhist disciple of the Buddhist country."
"I studied under Jiang Long, and was admired by Long-eared Buddha and Maitreya Bodhisattva. Do you want to be my enemy in Lingshan?"
"Or... Heaven is going to go to war with my Lingshan?"
"Can you represent heaven!"
Wang Ye's voice was stern, he looked at the old man and shouted angrily!
But his back, hidden under his clothes, was already covered with dense beads of sweat.
The old man had just recovered. The injuries on his body were too serious and he needed to be replaced with another body. He happened to find Wang Ye...
But I didn't expect that this guy's background...is he so big?
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