Cheng Mansion was filled with silver light, and suddenly a bolt of lightning fell, and it started raining heavily in an instant.
Cheng Ge raised the antlers in front of the old Taoist priest: "Taoist Master Wu, take a look. Is this the holy object for refining medicine in your mouth?"
The old Taoist priest's folded triangular eyes burst out with an astonishing light, staring closely at the bloody antlers. He took it carefully, and after examining it carefully, he couldn't help but nodded, his eyes showing ecstasy: "It's exactly this thing, it's exactly this thing!"
"Master Cheng, if you hadn't used your body to lure the enemy, I really wouldn't have been able to catch this monster with my ability."
Seeing the dying stag on the ground, the old Taoist's eyes flashed, and he looked at Cheng Ge: "It's just that this demon has helped you many times, do you really not regret it?"
The rain was pouring on the roof, the wind was raging, and the door made a "knock, knock, knock, knock" sound. Cheng Ge lowered his head and glanced at the stag. It shook its head vigorously and begged with its eyes: "Cheng Ge, I am not a monster, no! Please……"
Cheng Ge looked away and said in an extremely indifferent tone: "Whether it's a demon or a fairy, those who are not of my race will have different hearts. Cheng will never regret it!"
She was wearing a well-tailored black robe, her back was as straight as a pine tree, her long black hair was tied at the top of her hair, and her face was cold and ruthless: "Taoist Master, why don't you take a look at what he has to offer, and don't waste it."
Don't want it, it's a waste...
Fulu stared blankly at the girl in front of him. Is this the person he has been protecting for ten years?
The corners of the old Taoist priest's mouth slightly hooked up and then dropped quickly, nodded, walked to Fu Lu and used a special dagger to take the blood. During this period, Fu Lu remained motionless as if dead. However, when the old Taoist priest tried to take the heart, a pressure from heaven and earth pressed down on him. It made him tremble all over and his facial muscles trembled.
"Taoist Priest, are you okay?"
"fine!"
The old Taoist swallowed the blood in his mouth and slowly straightened up.
In an instant, the inexplicable power disappeared. The old Taoist bit his cheek and smiled: "This monster is very evil. Only blood can be used."
Cheng Ge glanced at the blood basin in his hand and nodded, saying, "In this case, this monster will be handed over to Taoist Wu for disposal."
Taoist priest Wu nodded and the two of them walked out of the room. Not long after, two servants with bulging muscles came into the house. They lifted the defenseless stag outside the door, loaded it into an ox cart and transported it to the outside of the city. They found a ditch anywhere and threw it in.
The heavy rain poured down and the water in the ditch rose rapidly. The stag drifted along the ditch, blood flowing all the way.
It has never rained so heavily in Diancang Kingdom. For nine days and nine nights, the sky seemed to have leaked holes, and the ground was underground day and night. Crops were submerged, houses collapsed, people and livestock were soaked in sewage, and landslides blocked intersections. ... Countless people knelt in front of the mountain temple.
On the tenth day, the sky cleared and the sun was extremely bright. The water receded in just three days.
The people cheered for joy, but before they could finish their joy, the sun above their heads became more and more dazzling. The sky was filled with red clouds. The red sun spurted out like a furnace of boiling boiling water, and the golden light was dazzling, scorching the earth.
Drought, plague, and hunger began to accompany everyone, and wherever they went, there were victims everywhere.
Only then did everyone realize that the rain was the only rain in ten years.
After ten years of famine, cold, and hardship, they finally understood that their beloved gods had abandoned them... Can the gods still hear their calls? Did the gods see them suffering? They were still on their knees.
Xihe's fingers gently landed on Fu Lu's old face, bit by bit, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on his face.
But no one knows that their god is beside them.
He could neither live nor die, dragging his broken body around the world, hungry, cold, and thirsty. Without his divine power, he was even weaker than a mortal. He watched with his own eyes as the world he protected turned into a purgatory, with people eating people and changing their minds. And food tragedies happen everywhere, and he can't do anything.
Like them, he was just surviving.
Fu Lu's eyes trembled, he turned to Xihe, and smiled angrily: "You are worthy of mentioning them."
His heart had become calm in the human purgatory again and again. Only when he faced the person who brought him to this place again did he feel a surge of hatred in his heart. As soon as he stretched out his hand, it was held. It was obvious that The hand was extremely delicate, but he couldn't resist.
Xihe held Fu Lu's wrist, thankful that he still had the strong emotion of hatred.
She ignored his struggle and asked the coachman to carry him into the carriage, locked him in the carriage, and ordered the coachman to drive to the inn. Then she said to him: "When the demon Dao entered the house, he only said that he was from the Taoist Tianqi lineage and had learned the Taoist sect. The art of waiting and watching has some magical powers, but the location of his master's sect, his fellow disciples, etc. are unknown."
"I checked the classics. If you want to restore your divine power, you need to find the lost antlers."
However, the world is so big, how do you find someone who has been missing for ten years in the vast sea of people? The demon was full of tricks. After throwing away a bowl of deer blood and running away, there was no news for ten years.
He had known Fu Lu's identity for a long time. Cheng Cheng Mansion just saw that Fu Lu was unusual in treating the original owner and wanted to take advantage of him.
But how majestic is the mountain god? If the original owner had not deceived Fu Lu into trusting him and drank his special talisman water, even the Taoist sects in the world would not be able to contaminate Fu Lu in the slightest.
The most noble thing from the mountain god was obtained, but Wu Laodao was afraid that something might happen if it was too late, so he packed up his baggage and ran away that night.
He left the deer blood to the original owner not because the original owner had done anything to help him, but because he was afraid that one day the gods would regain their power and be the first to deal with him. Giving this thing to the original owner was purely to let her be a pawn and die before him.
And the original owner was not disappointed,
She once saw an old Taoist drink it and drank it into her mouth on the principle of not wasting it. In the past ten years, she has become stronger and her appearance has become more and more beautiful.
Although the original owner's move was really reckless, it seems to be a blessing today...
She opened the secret compartment, took out a dagger, and cut open the palm of her hand under Fu Lu's mocking gaze. The blood fell into the bowl, and Xihe's face turned pale for a moment. Wrapping his palm neatly with white cloth, Xihe brought the bowl to Fulu's lips: "Drink!"
Fu Lu remained motionless, looking at her in astonishment, forgetting to struggle.
Xihe frowned, then grabbed his chin and poured the blood into it. The sweet and slightly fishy blood flowed into his throat. Fulu's neck was stuck and he couldn't help swallowing. For a moment, his dry internal organs seemed to be filled with sweet rain. Irrigate and rejuvenate little by little.
Fu Lu pushed Xi He away and looked at her with confusion on his face: "You!"
Xihe lowered his head and continued to wrap the bandage: "I drank your blood, and some of your divine power is stored in it. Although it is small, it should be barely enough for us to retrieve your antlers."
The blood of the gods is so powerful that the original owner drank a whole bowl of it and almost narrowly escaped death before he came back to life.
Xihe sighed, but it was only a drop in the bucket. The top priority was to find the antlers as soon as possible so that Fu Lu could regain his divine power... He had his antlers cut off, and the remaining divine power in his body could not support him from leaving the range of Yungui Mountain. Otherwise, , Fu Lu would die to get the things back.
"But."
Fulu looked at her: "Why do you think I will believe you?"
