In the past, Jiang Ziwen always felt that he could not find the meaning of existence, and he did not know what he should do in these long and boundless years. More than a month or even more would often pass by just emptying his mind. I am too lazy to remember the time, let alone busy around the power of the Holy King.
When you are alive, you are busy making a living, and you have many choices. Now that I am dead, do I still have to run up and down endlessly? Why bother?
When he turned into a fierce ghost, he was happy and filled with unwillingness and resentment. But later, he used this hatred to kill all his enemies, and suddenly he seemed to have no energy left, wandering around all day, or hiding in the mountains and fields. Later, he was met by several spiritual tribes and became a subordinate of the Saint King of the Holy Forest. This is not your own will, but a passive acceptance.
I thought I could stay peacefully in the sanctuary and not have to worry about anything. Even those efforts to persuade me to prepare to be the spiritual feed substitute were all forgotten.
It wasn't until the sudden appearance of that weird spiritual tribe not long ago that it was like a dazzling and uncomfortable light that woke Jiang Ziwen out of this dead state.
When he was alive, Jiang Ziwen was afraid of death. Although I felt happy for a while after taking revenge, I became indifferent after that. Although it would not feel disgusted by those spirit tribe companions who urgently need to devour living people to become stronger, and even take pleasure in doing so, they would subconsciously avoid them. This may be one of the reasons why he subconsciously does not want to join in as a spiritual feeder.
But the more Jiang Ziwen thinks about it now, the more he feels that what the mysterious spiritual tribe said is not groundless.
Yes, where have those former bastards gone? They say that he was taken away and entrusted with important responsibilities. This makes no sense at all! On the contrary, when thinking about the nature of the spirit clan and the final fate of those spirit boys who were raised as pigs, Jiang Ziwen only felt a sense of panic for no reason.
Indeed, being a spirit tribe does not mean you are immortal. Jiang Ziwen understood that in essence, he was no different from the spirit boys who were treated as pigs. If he could eat the spirit boy, why couldn't he eat it?
And this seems to be in line with the habits in the sanctuary.
"But they are the same kind after all!" Jiang Ziwen thought in his heart. But it was already so weak that it didn't know what would happen if it continued to hang around like this. I'm not sure if that mysterious spirit clan is telling the truth.
Jiang Ziwen currently has three choices. First, don't care about anything, just pretend that nothing happened, go on with your life as usual, and hang on.
Second, stop messing around and immediately go to participate in spiritual feeding training as a remedy.
Third, wait and see, see the truth before making plans.
Reason told Jiang Ziwen that he should choose the second option and immediately change his current life situation. Instead of being confused, he should follow the path followed by almost all the spiritual tribes in the Holy Domain and work hard to serve the Holy King.
But Jiang Ziwen felt irritated when he thought about what Lingji was going to do.
"Maybe that guy is not right? How about waiting a little longer?" Jiang Ziwen hesitated for a long time and finally decided to choose the third method. Wait a little longer and not make a decision in a hurry.
But the rapid changes in things did not give Jiang Ziwen much choice. Less than twelve hours after it hesitated and decided to wait and see, before it even had time to calm down from its anxious mood, a ghost general knocked on its house.
"Jiang Ziwen, right?"
"Yes."
"Come with me. The Holy King has heard about your situation and wants to see you in person." The ghost general's tone was quite normal, and there was not much emotion mixed in the sonorous voice.
"The Holy King wants to see me?! Are you going to entrust me with important tasks alone? Just like what the rumors said?" Jiang Ziwen's heart trembled, but the trembling soul was not a normal "excitement", but something. An inexplicable fear came over me. It watched carefully as the ghost on the other side took the exposed part of the mask into its eyes. Although it was scarlet, as an Eldar it could still distinguish many emotions in it, hoping to see some clues.
"Haha, this is not clear. Let's go. You will know when the time comes." With such a simple sentence, he led Jiang Ziwen out.
And this ghost general didn't know that the trace of ridicule and disdain that flashed in his eyes when he answered Jiang Ziwen's last sentence was looked away by Jiang Ziwen without missing a beat.
If there was still a heartbeat, Jiang Ziwen felt that he might faint because of the fast heartbeat. At this time, it felt more and more bad.
"This spirit general, I have actually thought about changing my situation. I am thinking about trying to participate in the substitute training of spirit feeders. I feel uneasy about bothering the Holy King to distract him. How about I go directly? Participate in training and stop bothering the Holy King?" This was Jiang Ziwen's last attempt. It knew that if it refused, then the matter seemed to be really going to fall in the direction that the mysterious spirit race said.
"Oh? Do you want to work hard now? Haha, it took you so many years to figure it out? Forget it, it's a good thing. But since the Holy King has sent a message to see you, you can't go now. Let's go."
Jiang Ziwen followed behind and said nothing, but no one noticed that there was a piece of stone clasped in its semi-material palm, and the expression on his face calmed down again. Jiang Ziwen knew that he could not panic no matter what. In the end, it would be best if there is a turn for the better or if you go astray. If the worst outcome is true as the mysterious spirit clan said, it can only bet its last treasure on the stone in its hand.
He followed along all the way, but Jiang Ziwen soon discovered the problem. Because the Holy King lives in the nearest high tower, it is also the center of worship for all the spirit races in this area. But it followed the spirit general in front of it but did not go in the direction of the tower, but to the other side.
"Um, this spiritual general, are we going in the wrong direction? The Holy King Tower is over there."
"That's right. I won't go to the tower this time. The Holy King will meet you somewhere else."
"oh."
The last thing we arrived at was an area where spirit generals lived. As soon as Jiang Ziwen came in, he found that the eyes of the surrounding spirit generals looked at him, which made him feel familiar, but not normal. After thinking about it for a moment, I remembered that this kind of look was not the look that the spiritual tribes on the way to the spiritual children who were raised as pigs looked at after they entered the sanctuary?
Exactly the same.
"go in."
"The Holy King is here?"
"Hey, you'll know when you get in." At this time, the ghost general pressing Jiang Ziwen had no intention of hiding it. Although he couldn't see his expression with the mask on, the playful look in his eyes was already direct. The hook is exposed. And he pressed the back of Jiang Ziwen's neck and pushed him into a stone room without any explanation.
When Jiang Ziwen only saw a ghost general in the stone house who took off his mask and smiled ferociously but did not see the Holy King, he understood that he had seen the truth as the mysterious spiritual tribe said.
