Extreme Demon

Life in a small shop is not interesting.

Lu Sheng stayed in the shop quietly for three days.

Every morning when I wake up, I eat bread and milk and watch the news. From time to time, a certain superhero will appear on TV to save the city and solve terrorist attacks. A natural disaster broke out in a certain place, and many people with super powers formed an investigation team to investigate.

And the most famous hero in White City where he is located is the laser blade Tris.

This person was extremely exposed. Lu Sheng watched TV for three days, and news related to him was broadcast on two days.

"It seems that apart from the government's armed forces, these folk heroes are mainly relied on to maintain the balance in the super field."

Lu Sheng sat bored on the recliner, feeling the Phoenix King wooden boat he had sent out. The female white-collar worker named Hannah has discovered the uniqueness of the wooden boat. Yesterday I started to formally worship the wooden boat.

"It's not enough. I need more people to help me collect intelligence, act as informants, and gather divine power." Lu Sheng stood up from the recliner and planned to go out for a walk. If you stay in the shop all the time, there won't be any chance of it falling from the sky.

He needs to take the initiative.

Putting on casual clothes, just an ordinary white T-shirt and jeans, Lu Sheng walked out of the shop slowly, not bothering to close the door. It would be best if a thief came. They would steal things and sell them everywhere, maybe faster than he could just wait and see.

Lu Sheng strolled slowly along the street, and soon left the street where the accident happened before and entered a crowded commercial street.

There are many high-rise buildings on both sides, and there is a constant stream of white-collar workers going to work, walking in a hurry, and everyone has a look of indifference and distraction on their faces.

These people are either indifferent to the things around them, or they are thinking about other work matters while walking. Maybe there are also worries in life.

Lu Sheng walked to a mobile vendor selling hats, randomly bought a round-top hat and put it on. He waved his hand, and suddenly a faint sense of mist covered his face, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.

"That's good. Keeping it mysterious can gain the greatest unknown and respect."

Lu Sheng walked through the somewhat shady entrance and exit of the parking lot and paused under a sign. Wait for the three men in suits in front to pass quickly.

"Hurry, hurry! It's too late!" A man in a suit was sweating profusely and almost started running.

Lu Sheng watched him rush into an office building on the left, while he slowly continued to wander forward.

Passing in front of a small supermarket, there is a young man who is only twenty years old sitting on a public bench on the left. He is dressed in a poor manner, with an unshaven beard and pale skin. It can be seen from his exposed arms and calves that he is somewhat malnourished and has a poor figure. emaciated.

Lu Sheng saw a strong sense of unwillingness and hatred in his eyes.

This is exactly what he needs.

Silently, he gently dropped an ape-like wooden sculpture from his palm. The wooden sculpture moved strangely on its own, slowly crawling to the front of the young man's field of vision.

The people around him seemed to be blind, and no one could clearly see the scene in front of them.

The young man's eyes trembled, and his expression suddenly became frightened. But a strange impulse drove him to quickly reach out and grab the wooden sculpture in his hand.

When he raised his head to look for the owner of the wooden sculpture, he couldn't see anyone in front of him.

And a strange information slowly penetrated into his mind.

"One more. A gift from the Phoenix King."

Lu Sheng, who had already walked to another block, slowly revealed a strange smile on his lips.

"Next, there's the Thousand-Headed Wolf God."

A wolf-shaped wooden sculpture slipped out of his hand and was held in his palm.

Wood carvings are not something that can be given to others casually.

He needs to find potential talents.

This kind of potential must be a person with extremely strong desires and strong perseverance.

Otherwise, if he gives the wood carving, the other party won't bother to worship at all, or he will feel bored after insisting on it for a few days and quit.

That would be a complete waste.

Lu Sheng quickly entered a subway station.

A hurried middle-aged man, surrounded by several bodyguards, was quickly walking out of the subway station.

It seemed like this man was a big shot.

"Mr. Dean, please go this way!" A bodyguard led the way towards a convoy of black cars parked on the roadside.

The middle-aged man named Dean has eyes like falcons, is somewhat bald, has gray hair, and is tall and strong. He gives off a strong sense of oppression at first glance. Obviously, he is not a simple ordinary businessman.

Snapped.

Suddenly he stumbled and seemed to have stepped on something.

He looked down and saw a brown wooden sculpture that looked like a wild wolf. The workmanship is very fine. Just like alive.

Dean has seen many master carving arts, but none of them can give him a strange sense of living things like the wood carving in front of him.

"What's wrong?" a bodyguard asked confused.

He bent down to pick up the wood carving and looked at it in his hand.

"Where did this thing come from?"

"What? What is it? Sir, what are you talking about?" the bodyguard said inexplicably.

Dean looked around and found that the eyes of every bodyguard around him fell on the wooden carving in his hand.

He picked up the wooden sculpture and shook it.

"Whose is this?"

No one answered. Several people looked puzzled.

Dean could tell something was wrong. This is a world with superpowers after all.

"Can't you see?"

"I'm sorry, sir, you have nothing in your hands." The bodyguard captain replied in a low voice. "Look, we'd better get in the car as soon as possible, we're running out of time."

"Okay." Dean narrowed his eyes, put the wooden sculpture away, and put it in his pocket. The moment his fingers left the wooden sculpture, an inexplicable message flowed into his mind.

His hawk-like vision suddenly shrank.

Few people know that he is actually a superpower, but it is not a physical superpower, but a psychic ability.

This ability allows him to face hallucinations, poisons, intoxicants, and other drug and mental methods. All have extremely strong resistance.

Therefore, he is very confident that no one can influence him mentally.

But that wood carving just now, the information inside it.

With doubts, he quickly got in the car and decided to try it out sometime in the evening.

Lu Sheng stood in the crowd and watched the convoy leave.

This person is ambitious and perseverant, and is perfect for being a believer of the Thousand-Headed Wolf God.

"Find another one."

"By the way, you can also use express delivery to spread it online. It will probably be faster." Lu Sheng thought of a good idea.

He prepared a total of four divine systems as the basis for establishing a sect and absorbing divine power.

Phoenix King, Thousand-Headed Wolf God, Flesh Evil God, and Colorful Dragon King.

These four gods allied with each other, supported each other, and together formed the Star Temple, with many subordinate gods and dependents under their command.

He had built the palaces of the Star Temple in his own mind world, and then he also found a bunch of his relatives and stuffed them into them.

Put some people from the Suzaku family in there, and put some people in who look like wolves. People from the Evil God family are the best. Anyway, as long as they are not clear-headed and look ugly enough, they can be put in. Finally, there are the blood descendants and dragon beasts of the colorful dragon clan, stuffed in all kinds.

Lu Sheng even divided the levels of believers and corresponding summoning spells accordingly.

As long as your faith (divine power) reaches a certain amount, you can unlock different permissions and summon different levels of powerful deities. Even the strongest ones can summon descendants of divine blood and gods.

"Pray hard, the future is bright. As long as you persist." Lu Sheng has never been picky about food. As for the person who gives him magical power, as long as the quality and quantity are maintained, he doesn't care at all whether the person has selfish motives or is good or evil.

After leaving the subway station, he bought a ticket for the nearest time on his mobile phone.

He leisurely left the city and headed to the airport.

On the plane, he met another loser who looked very decadent and depressed as his disciple.

Only this kind of person who has lost hope and sustenance can put his energy and spirit on the wood carving to the greatest extent and transfer it to him as spiritual power.

The more than three-hour flight passed quickly, and when we came out of the airport, it was already dark.

Lu Sheng sat on a metal chair at the entrance of the airport, watching the flow of people coming and going.

Suddenly, a group of tall stewardesses with exquisite makeup and short skirts and black stockings walked past him quickly, dragging suitcases.

Lu Sheng's eyes fell on one of the young flight attendants walking behind.

This person had a delicate face and watery almond-shaped eyes. It seemed that he had been crying for a while, and his eyelids were a little red.

Lu Sheng saw deep reluctance, anger, despair, and depression in her body.

"You're such a poor kid, let your uncle come and comfort you." Lu Sheng stretched out his hand, and a small wooden goat sculpture slipped from his palm and rolled to the feet of the flight attendant.

No one else could see it, but she stepped on the wooden sculpture and almost tripped.

"Huh?" The stewardess bent down and picked up the wood carving.

"Vera, hurry up, it's time to get on the plane." The colleague in front urged.

Vera held the wooden carving, and a bit of strange information flowed into her mind with some trembling.

Before she could react, she was grabbed by the sister in front and followed to catch up with the team.

"What are you doing? Hurry up, we're going to be too late."

"But."

"No buts, why are you dazed?"

Lu Sheng, who was sitting on the bench, smiled as he watched the girl being dragged into the special passage of the airport.

"Get another one."

He stood up, patted his pants, walked out of the airport leisurely, lined up at the waiting lane outside, and waited quietly for a taxi.

The person photographed in front of him was a mother and daughter, who were communicating quietly in Kelsi language. The mother asked her daughter how her studies were going and whether her living expenses were enough. The daughter was submissive and looked very inferior with her head lowered.

Not for anything else, but because my daughter weighs at least two hundred pounds by visual inspection. She is as fat as a big ball. She is 1.7 meters tall and has long brown hair on her forehead, like a fat white radish. Got a woolen hat. Ridiculous.

Lu Sheng could feel the extreme longing in the girl's heart. The desire to lose weight, to become more beautiful, to become more elegant, confident, and powerful.

He conveniently gave the girl a wooden carving of a flesh-and-blood evil god.

I believe she will be able to turn the extra flesh and blood into energy, strengthen herself, and become more beautiful. Of course, the premise is that you have to be pious enough.