Immortal Journey

"You are all like this. You claim to be gods, and then base your authority on the suffering of others." Xiu's face was gloomy, and the dagger was dancing in his hand, "I don't believe in gods, I only believe in myself .”

Mitya didn't expect that the cult would turn against him temporarily. She turned back into a giant cat and arched her body to stand in front of the undead.

"Our cooperation ended when the Dawu collapsed, so it's not a breach of the contract." Xiu kicked the half-dead Dawu hard, "But you, after overthrowing the Dawu, want to re-establish the same regime?"

"I don't want to be manipulated by God again, not in this life!" Xiu Ti stabbed over.

Medea is flexible, but she is not good at fighting.She could dodge Xiu's attack, but the Undead behind her couldn't dodge.

Seeing that Xiu's sword was about to fall, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes to stand in front of Undead.

She was the one who brought him to the altar, and it was her duty to protect him.

The expected pain didn't come, Mitya opened her eyes, and saw Undead standing in front of her at some point, blocking Xiu's dagger with his arm.

"You are the god they say..." Xiu had a ferocious smile on his face, and the dagger continued to press down, "Since you are a god, then show me a miracle."

Hot liquid gushed out of the immortal arm, and the scorching air burned the cat fur on Mitya's face, and the beard curled up.

This is rolling iron juice, and the dagger that Xiu chopped on his arm was melted by the iron juice, bubbling and melting into molten iron, and gradually fused with the immortal body.

The reorganization time of the flesh and blood is faster than the time for the flesh and blood to be corroded by the iron juice, thus causing the iron juice to emerge, and the immortal body is immune to the iron juice.

"It took Mitya a lot of thought to complete this dress..." Immortal looked at the dress melted by iron on his arm, with a look of pity, "This is a precious thought from a friend."

Xiu's eyes widened slightly: "Your body..."

"You mean this?" Immortal raised his hand, "I learned it from others."

"They think I'm a heretic, demons... imprisoned me in a cage made of iron, and then poured iron juice..." Immortal seems to be recalling something, that is One of the memory fragments he got before, "But I didn't give in, I broke free from that iron juice, because my friend believed that I would save him."

He succeeded.

"You are also suffering similar pain, but you, like me at that time, have your own beliefs and never give up."

Of course, Xiu knew what he was referring to. It was the humiliation he had endured by the Dawu's side all these years, and the pain he had suffered when he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep peacefully.All his experiences in these years are like pouring iron juice.

Xiu's hand holding the dagger dropped: "I don't understand what you're talking about?"

"You are in pain, because you have been missing your sister."

Immortal took two steps forward, while Xiu took two steps back.

"I hear you, you're still sad and you wish someone could take you out of this pain...your heart is crying..."

"I don't understand what you're talking about?! You bastard!" Xiu retreated, but there was a cold wall behind him, and there was no way for him to retreat.

"No, you clearly understand, but you're just pretending to be stupid."

Xiu and Undead looked at each other with golden eyes, there was no doubt that the white-haired boy in front of him had a beautiful face, and he couldn't help but feel dazed for a while.

All his thoughts are understood by the other party, and all his emotions are grasped by the other party.

His mind was in turmoil.

Is this boy really a god?

Xiu's family originally lived on the edge of the village, and his parents were swallowed by the sea god in a storm.Since then, he and his sister have lived together.

His older sister, Ya, was once a devout believer.And he is a pagan.

Ya prayed every day, and all she prayed for was that life at home would be easier.

He heard someone talking about his sister.

Beauty always attracts the slander of jealous people, Ya is no exception, her beauty has become his burden.

"Who made that girl so beautiful." "Bah, it's her honor to send her as a sacrifice." "It's not good for you to say that..." "What's wrong with you?"

The ugly faces of those people disgusted Xiuzhi, so he ran home and told his sister.

Ya was silent for a while, then smiled softly, gently stroked her own eyes, and covered Xiu's eyes with the other hand.

"Our eyes are beautiful, aren't they?"

The world praises their siblings for having the most intoxicating eyes. If their eyes are not beautiful, who can bear the word?

"So I hope that what you can see is the beautiful side of this world."

But what did he do at that time, he shook off his sister's hand, pushed all the faults on her, and shouted at her angrily: "Because of you, I have to bear so many gossip... Why don't you go to the sacrifice? Never come back."

For family members, bad words are always the sharpest knife, more severe than the real harm that falls on the body.

He will always remember Ya's eyes that dimmed after hearing what he said.

Their siblings fought coldly.

Until something unexpected happened.

His sister was chosen as a sacrifice.

"The only women of the right age in the village are your sister and this child in my arms." The village chief said, holding a baby who was not even full-term in his arms, "Do you want this child to participate in the sacrifice?" ?”

Helpless, his sister became the sacrifice of that year.

The angry words spoken in anger have now become true, and Xiucai realizes that he regrets it, and he thinks that he pushed his sister into the fire pit with his own hands.

He regretted it.

He misses Ya, misses his sister.

The living sacrifice was the reason for Ya's death, so Xiu joined the Dawu's group, but when he really gained the Dawu's trust, he realized that he had been shallow and ignorant. It was like a scroll of hell in front of him, slowly opening in front of him. .

Having seen purgatory, he always seemed to hear the wailing that his sister used to have here.

The most common sentence is: "Help me."

He muttered this sentence, and then saw the change of the white-haired boy standing in front of him, his body reorganized and merged.It was as if there were many souls looking at him through the boy.

"build......"

In the end, the boy in front of him turned into someone he couldn't be more familiar with.

Maybe the gods really came.

Otherwise, why would a person who had already died appear in front of his eyes?

"elder sister!"