Immortal Journey

Undead described the appearance of the man in black robe to Roger, but the appearance of the man in black robe was like a tornado, coming and going quickly, leaving only Undead full of doubts.

Because they were afraid that the man in black would appear again, the three of them gathered in the largest room of the hotel.As mentioned earlier, the proprietress is a member of Pan Shenhui, and the passengers staying in this store are also members of Pan Shenhui.

Yesterday, Mitya said that it would be arranged, and before the sun rose, he sent someone to send the news that the big witch was about to hold a new sacrifice.

What Immortal has to do is to appear on the sacrificial altar in the image of God Pan, and expose the lies of the great witch who deceived the people and fooled the gods.

Pan Shenhui wanted to recommend Media as a god before, because Media ate the cat fruit in the devil fruit, but she couldn't do anything other than turn herself into a cat.

It's not the same as not dying. When the members of the Pan Shenhui were lurking among ordinary people, they saw him conjure shell coins out of thin air in the market.

So the role of "God" belongs to him.

What should God be like?

Since they promised Media to be their god, they need to shape themselves like gods.But immortality has no concept of the gods that humans believe in.

He asked others about the definition of God, and what God should be like.

Roger: "God? But I don't believe in God. In terms of dressing up, it's probably about the same as that big witch?"

Lei Li: "I think Pan Shenhui's costume is a bit like a god. After all, you want to be the 'god' of their Pan Shenhui. How about being unified with them in terms of clothing?"

Immortal pondered in his mind for a while, and thought of the black-robed man for no reason, the question the black-robed man asked himself and his mysterious figure, these made him think of the definition of gods for no reason.

He synthesized the images in several people's minds and created an image for himself: with seven-colored chicken feathers on his head, the clothes on his body were originally worn on the innermost part, and Pan Shenhui's white robe was put on the outermost part, and then mixed with The oil paint that got up smeared the face indiscriminately.

It doesn't look like a god, but like a clown performing a drama.

All in all it's nondescript.

Media arranged other things and rushed to the hotel to arrange tasks for the immortals.

After she opened the door, she saw two giant pandas with black eye circles sitting inside, and a clown with strange oil paint in the middle.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, they all looked over.

She opened her eyes wide and asked, "Who are you?"

"It's nothing, I met an enemy who attacked at night, and I didn't sleep all night. The enemy is a man in a black robe...give your people instructions, if you encounter a man in black robe, notify us in time." Luo Jay yawned and explained the origin of the dark circles under their eyes.Rayleigh shrugged in agreement.

"Then, Mister Immortal, you..."

Immortal's delicate face was completely covered by oil paint, and only his eyes were still clear: "Didn't you say you want to dress up as a god? I asked for their opinions. I want to dress myself up as a god... Now it seems that the effect is not ideal..."

"You'd better change back to that white-haired boy first." Mitya couldn't laugh or cry, "I probably expected this kind of situation, so I brought clothes that suit you."

Undead renewed his body, put his hands on his thighs, and looked cute.

Grabbing the things in her hand, Mitya handed the clothes to Immortal for him to change into. When Immortal came out, her eyes lit up.

"I told you it would suit you very well."

It was a set of pure white aristocratic clothing, the fabric was soft and skin-friendly, but it was a little too big for Undead, and the sleeves and trouser legs were empty, which also showed the slender body of the young man from the side.

Mitya took up a needle and thread and gesticulated on him twice, and the dress fit the undead boy's appearance very well, as if it was tailor-made for him.

After solving the clothing problem, Mitia grabbed the immortal to shape him again.

"Fortunately, I prepared these things." Mitia clapped a large bag of things in his hand, and the table was filled with jingle bells, all kinds of oil paints.

After painting the last stroke on the face of the boy who became immortal, Mitya took two steps back, looking at his "highest masterpiece" from side to side with satisfaction.

The hair was neatly combed up and fixed with hairspray, revealing a smooth forehead.Because Immortal himself is expressionless, his eyes will reveal indifferent golden color, and this kind of warm color system reveals a kind of inorganic coldness, Media let him keep that kind of poker face.

The ends of the eyes are deepened with a liner. Because the eyeliner is drawn up, there is a majesty and inviolability when looking over.But when he looked at you peacefully, there was a kind of gentleness on his face that made people feel like a spring breeze.

It's like a deity who looks compassionate on the surface, but actually reveals indifference from the bottom of his bones.

His existence is a ray of wind, you can see it, but you can't catch it.

"Your original appearance will definitely be used in the future, so I deliberately covered up some typical features on your body. As long as you don't study carefully, you should not be recognized." Mitya took out the red one and ground it. Using mineral pigments, he carefully painted a red beard on the boy's face.

Immortality is really like a cat.

"You're quite powerful." Roger looked amazed, and walked around Undead, "You can't see what Undead looks like at all."

Mitya smiled shyly: "My family used to paint oil paints for the Great Witch. Due to the influence of my family, I would be so ambidextrous. But you also know that on this island, women are not allowed to inherit this kind of painting. Craftsmanship, only men can paint oil paints for the Great Witch."

She turned to Undead again, and warned: "The priest who will be restarted by the great witch will be at the junction of morning and evening tonight. At that time, we will appear together to expose his lies. Don't worry, I will also appear. At that time, I will turn into a cat and jump in front of you." On the shoulder, you just follow my command."

Pan Shenhui existed a long time ago.

With the passage of time and the increase of foreign trade, people have more and more opinions on the backward custom of living sacrifice, and more and more people join Pan Shenhui.

Under the high pressure of the big witch, everyone is in danger.The God Pan Society has secretly increased its own propaganda: the God Pan they believe in is a gentle and kind god, and will not require his followers to offer living sacrifices.

He will give His blessings equally according to what people do.

Pan Shenhui, as a secret belief, is on the same level as the living sacrifice group led by Da Wu.

Under the protection of Pan Shenhui, the big witch did not get the news that the saboteurs were brought to justice, and even the escaped sacrifices disappeared.

His every move is in the eyes of the public, and the huge pressure of public opinion forced the Dawu to announce the restart of the sacrifice.

And Pan Shenhui spread the note in the same way as before, saying, "Our gods of Pan Shenhui will show up tonight." 'The word spread.

The confrontation between the two parties depends entirely on this sacrifice tonight.

Will the gods really appear?

The reunited people talked a lot, and all their eyes focused on the great witch who called himself "the spokesperson of God" on the altar.

Not far away, on the roof with the best view, a man in black robe stood with his hands behind his back, watching the redecorated sacrificial altar.

On the sacrificial altar were the sacrifices offered again, five poor and innocent girls.

With the sound of drums, the ceremony began again.