Chapter 355: Immortals are originally created by mortals, why do they need clay sculptures to ensure safety?

As a thief, the most embarrassing thing is that when you are about to steal something and leave, the owner comes back.

What’s even more embarrassing is that the real person is not only fat and strong, but also a policeman.

As a thief, what should you do?

Liumu felt aggrieved because he now found out that he happened to be the thief.

“Damn it, this body actually has an owner.”

“Bitch, it’s all that bitch!! If it weren’t for her, she caused me to enter the world early and my spiritual consciousness was incomplete. How could I have been so hungry that I ended up in this body? If my spiritual consciousness was intact, how could the restrictions of this body control me?”

Liumu cursed Shuang Fei again in his heart, but he only dared to curse silently in his heart.

Now, all Liumu can do is hide himself as much as possible and find a chance to escape.

“Boy, don’t be happy too soon. Once I stabilize my mind, I will make you live a life worse than death.”

Six eyes looked through the mask and glanced at Xiao Ran vaguely.

What Liumu didn’t know was that it was precisely this glance that swept over.

Xiao Ran’s eyebrows suddenly moved upwards, and he squinted his eyes and looked around the tiger.

After a moment, he walked up to the tiger, took off the tiger’s mask, and looked at the empty eyes on the tiger’s face. Xiao Ran couldn’t help feeling a little suspicious.

He looked at the tiger carefully, then said, “Lie down.”

The moment Xiao Ran opened his mouth, the tiger lay on the ground without any hesitation, but this alone was not enough.

“stand up.”

“Squat down.”

“Fuck!”

The tiger cooperated very well in the series of actions. Xiao Ran looked around and said with a little regret: “What a pity, there is no toilet nearby, otherwise I would let you go in and have a good meal.”

Six eyes: “…”

Wu Man walked up and asked, “What’s the matter? Is there a problem?”

Xiao Ran walked behind the tiger, put one foot on its head, and brushed the dust off his shoes.

“Yeah… no problem.”

He looked at Tiger meaningfully and said to Wu Man, “I thought about the human bomb you mentioned earlier and suddenly felt that this guy seemed quite suitable.”

Six eyes: ???
Xiao Ran kept his eyes on the tiger. Seeing that the tiger remained motionless, the expression on Xiao Ran’s face eased a lot.

He took his foot off the tiger’s head and said, “Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

As he said this, he put the tiger into the space.

Is he being too suspicious?

No, although he did not activate the Black Swan Brooch, just now, Xiao Ran clearly felt an extremely strong sense of crisis.

This is the feeling brought about by the crisis instinct, which is the most intuitive and strong, and there is absolutely no way it can be wrong.

Combined with Tiger’s abnormal behavior just now, Xiao Ran was sure that something was wrong with Tiger.

“Could it be that he has developed his own thoughts and is preparing to attack me?”

“Or is it because of the Nuo opera?”

Xiao Ran couldn’t figure out the tiger’s situation right now. After testing it just now, it seemed that this guy was generally within controllable range.

Therefore, he planned to study it carefully after returning to Bone Spirit Street. If he couldn’t find any problem by then, he would just dismantle it and use it as parts.

Although it was a bit of a pity, since Xiao Ran had already had doubts, he didn’t want to make the same mistake again.

Back then in the Seventh Middle School, the [Red Skull] that I summoned had its own plans. When I encountered a strong enemy, not only did it refuse to help, it also planned to attack me when I could no longer hold on.

With such cases in the past, if Xiao Ran couldn’t figure out the tiger’s condition, he would rather tear him apart than keep this trouble around him.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The drumbeats outside the city had long since faded away, but there were still many Huang Zai troops rushing into the city, killing anyone they saw as if they were carrying out their final frenzy.

Originally, these people had already been severely weakened by the influence of Nuomen, and after being cursed by the locust god, they were all limp and powerless, without even the strength to run.

Now facing these locust plague soldiers who have gone mad with killing intent, the streets of the city were filled with screams.

He Laosan was crawling on the ground, missing a leg, covered in mud, with all kinds of things hanging on his body and making clanking sounds. Perhaps because even beggars would look down on his appearance, some of the Huang Zai soldiers subconsciously avoided him.

He Laosan looked at the figure that leaped past him and rushed into the crowd to kill people indiscriminately. He raised his head and shouted with his arms open.

“Gods, gods, where are you? Why are all the gods gone?”

His head hit the ground with a thumping sound.

He didn’t understand why the gods treated them like this and what they had done wrong to deserve such punishment.

“Gods, please come out and tell me. I believe in you so much. You asked for money and food, but I gave you everything I had.”

He Laosan picked up the messy things on his body.

The broken bricks of the Iron Mountain Goddess, the peace plaques of the Black Saint Sect, the treasure talismans of the Nuo Sect, etc.

“I gave you everything, but why did you all disappear…”

He Lao San raised his head, looked at the yellow clouds and green smoke in the sky, and shouted to the sky: “Who can tell me where all you gods have gone?”

Perhaps it was He Laosan’s roar that attracted the attention and annoyance of Huang Zaijun beside him. Huang Zaijun, who was too lazy to pay attention to him, suddenly turned around.

He raised the big knife in his hand and walked towards He Lao San. Seeing the blood-stained big knife getting closer and closer, He Lao San looked ashen, just staring with wide eyes.

If there really are no gods in the mortal world, then I can only go to the underworld and ask the King of Hell why the gods don’t care about me! !

“kill!!”

The yellow soldier had a ferocious face and red eyes as he raised his sword and chopped towards He Laosan’s head.

“puff!!”

Blood splattered on He Laosan’s face, but that was not He Laosan’s blood, but the blood of the Huang Zai bandit in front of him.

As the broadsword was raised, a huge strange sword was thrown from a distance and directly pierced through the bandit’s head.

“Bang!” sound.

The Mo Dao and the corpse flew five meters away and stuck into the ground.

The strong smell of blood mixed with a hint of beans woke He Lao San up as if from a dream. He looked in the direction of the Mo Dao.

“Da da da……”

On the maroon warhorse, a figure wearing golden armor ran quickly towards them.

Whether it is yellow clouds or blue smoke, it will eventually disappear.

When the sunlight penetrated the clouds again and shone on Lu Cheng, He Lao San saw it in a trance.

I saw a deity standing behind this figure.

He had a face as red as a jujube, long beard and thick eyebrows, and was dressed in a scarlet battle robe, a wide black belt around his waist, and boots with golden dragon and cloud patterns on his feet. His majesty revealed an aura of authority that came from not being angry.

He held a book in his hand, his eyes slightly lowered. Although his divine power was inviolable, there was a hint of compassion between his brows.

“I saw it, I saw a god!!”

He Laosan’s pupils twitched violently, and he didn’t know where he got the strength from, but he struggled to stand up from the ground and stretched out his hand to touch the immortal in front of him.

But his weak body was just enough for him to stand up, and he would fall heavily to the ground the next second.

Seeing that his palm was getting farther and farther away from the immortal, He Lao San felt despair.

“Snapped!!”

A big hand firmly grasped He Laosan’s wrist.

“It’s very big, very thick, and has a layer of callus…”

This was the first impression that came into He Laosan’s mind. He raised his head and saw the face in front of him becoming clearer and clearer under the sunlight.

A person who looked very similar to the immortal he had just seen was helping him up from the ground.

“You…are you a deity?”

He Laosan looked at Lu Cheng and was about to kneel down.

Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled He Lao San up from the ground.

“God, please bless me. I can give you anything you want. I also have money, lots of money. Yes, I will build you a golden statue and a temple.”

He Laosan originally came from a wealthy family. He did have some money, but he had hidden it all away, just waiting for this day.

Lu Cheng looked at He Lao San’s pious expression and smiled gently: “Old man, gods are made by mortals, why do you need clay statues to ensure safety?”

While the two were talking, a group of elite soldiers had already charged into Huang Zai’s army with swords in hand.

This was an army that had just experienced a bloody battle. Just like a steel knife that had been quenched, the Yellow Disaster Army was instantly killed wherever it passed.

Then they quickly dispersed, forming groups of three, and rushed into the streets, quickly clearing out the remaining Yellow Disaster Army in the city.

Lu Cheng helped the confused He Lao San to the side, pulled out the Mo Dao that was stuck in the ground, and jumped on his horse.

“Old man, once the yellow disaster is cleared, our lives will surely be better than those of the gods.”

After saying that, Lu Cheng pulled the reins and quickly charged towards the direction of Huang Zai’s army.

As He Laosan listened to the shouting and screaming in the distance becoming quieter and quieter, the only thing in his mind was what Lu Cheng had just said.

“Gods and immortals are originally created by mortals, so why do they need clay sculptures to ensure safety…”

He repeated these words in his mouth, lowered his head, and looked at the messy pendants and amulets on his body.

“Didi~~”

Tears overflowed from my eyes unconsciously.

He supported himself against the wall with one hand and stood up slowly: “Gods are made by mortals, why do they need clay statues to protect their safety…”

“Bang…”

An amulet fell to the ground, followed by a bronze tablet, a piece of wood, a broken brick…

As He Laosan walked, he threw away all the messy things on his body.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sun shone on He Laosan. A warm current made He Laosan’s wooden face gradually become lively.

I don’t know if it was because he had thrown away the burden on his body or the burden in his heart, but at this moment He Lao San suddenly felt a relief he had never felt before.

The sunshine from He Laosan dispelled the gloom on his body, and he began to feel a warmth.

I looked back at the road I came from and saw the things I had thrown on the ground, and then I suddenly realized.

“It turns out… after losing these things, life is quite comfortable…”

(End of this chapter)