Cold sweat was oozing from my face and hands, and I looked down and grabbed my coarse cloth clothes tightly, and I realized that my wrists had become so small at this time.

It's not just thin, it's the kind of thinness that is already as rugged as the bones.

Who am I, and where am I?

I thought about looking up at the children surrounding me, but the unwarranted fear in my heart made me instinctively bury my head.

There is a faint sentence in my mind that keeps telling me: I can't resist!

The host's consciousness was constantly affecting me, and I could clearly feel his fear, his helplessness.

Could it be that I can recall what happened before I was in a coma when my spiritual power was exhausted, could it be because I forcibly sacrificed the array with blood.

caused the reversal of the meridians and spiritual power, and actually forced my soul out of the Dharma Body, and was sent to a strange place, a strange child?

Before I could think about these things, the group of children who had surrounded me had already started to move on to me.

The chaotic fists and kicks rained down on the child I was sleeping, and I could feel his feelings, and I didn't dare to say anything or be angry.

Anyway, the strength and energy of those little children are really good, and I estimate that this will be enough to beat me for a long time, until the child I am sleeping with is dying.

He lay on the ground, panting like a thirsty puppy, dripping bright red blood running down the corners of his mouth.

A faint fishy smell lingers on the tip of the nose, and you don't have to think about it to know, and the various places on the body must be scarred, not to mention, even more so when hanging colors.

The child at the head still seemed to be in a state of confusion, and with a smirk, with the characteristic gesture of a victor, he slowly raised his foot and stepped on the head of my host.

At this step, he was cold again, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The child at the head began to speak: "Today, it is the twelfth time that we have come to defeat this little monster to victory!"

Many of the children around me erupted in cheerful shouts, and applause and praise surrounded the child who was stepping on my head from all sides.

He accepted it with peace of mind, and then pretended to clap his hands profoundly, signaling them to stop: "From today onwards, I announce the establishment of the Demon Eradication Sect!"

There was even more applause around, and there was a child with a little dog leg who had already been in a hurry, and he didn't know that he had found a rusty subway sword from Ali and handed it over to the child who was the leader.

And he knelt on the ground in a decent manner and shouted respectfully: "Master!"

Someone took the lead, and the rest of the children also knelt on the ground in the same way, and there was an uneven voice all around: "Meet the master!"

My host was still being trampled under his feet like a stepping stone, and I could clearly feel it when the child in the lead announced the 'Demon Eradication Mission'.

His heart throbbed violently, and it felt like an invisible needle that could not be seen or pulled out, but it would suffocate you.

The voices of celebration all around me were louder and louder, and the foot that had been on top of my head was finally willing to move away, and then I was about to relax, and someone immediately stood up and offered to hang me.

The child who was the leader was shouted by the head of everyone, and when he heard that someone gave this suggestion, he naturally had to agree.

He raised his hand very skillfully and beckoned me down, and three or four children of his age immediately came up and lifted me up.

With the last breath left of my host, I watched as someone tied me up to a tree, and there were many little girls watching.

When they saw me like this, they first stared at me for a long time, and then they were bold enough to pick up the stones and clods on the ground and throw them at me amid the roar of the crowd.

At this time, a broken body can't feel pain at all, and this host of mine has an extremely weak breath, and he is about to die.

I was anxious in his heart, and I didn't know where this group of children came from, they had such a vicious and cold-blooded side at such a young age.

But things also took a turn for the better soon, and I thought in my heart that at least there would be an immortal or an immortal cultivator who came down from the sky to save this child.

Then he felt pity, and then waited for him to fly away, and then led him into the right path of cultivating immortals!

But I never expected it!

If you don't come to this immortal, and the little master who cultivates immortals doesn't come either, then at least the swaggering half-immortal has to arrange one for me, right?

But the facts tell me that I think too much!

There was only one person who could disperse the group of children now, and that was their mother, who was just shrewd in the distance and yelled, "It's time to eat!"

The disciples of the Demon Eradication Sect, who were still majestic and high-spirited, fell into a mess in an instant, and then scattered like a swimming fish.

The tree hanging from me was suddenly empty, the host's consciousness was so distracted that it could not be formed, I wanted to be him, but I had the heart but was powerless.

The only thing I can do now is silently pray for a passer-by to come and a kind passer-by to save me!

I really don't want to die like that.

Unexpectedly, with my strength to look forward to the stars and the moon, I really let me give Pan a person, that is a girl, dressed in plain clothes, with half of the veil on her face.

When she saw me in such a miserable condition, she was also very frightened, and he and she quickly untied the burden on her body and carried me down from the tree.

My host has fainted, but although I am present in his body, I can sympathize with his conscious feelings, and I can know what he is suffering, but I will not be affected.

During the time he passed out, except that I couldn't see the woman who saved him with his eyes, all kinds of feelings happened to me.

Including cleaning and wiping wounds, changing dressings and feeding medicines, I can clearly feel them.

I'm still quite lucky for my host, the loss is God's eye-opening, otherwise he must have gone to report to Lord Yama by now, where would there be now?

I don't know how long it was, but I couldn't count the number of times the little girl changed the dressing for me.

Finally, my host is ready to wake up!

He opened his eyes faintly, and I knew that he had a secret hope in his heart, that he was looking forward to seeing his savior, and so was I!

My purpose is simpler than his, I just want to see how old that little girl is, can she be married?

But unexpectedly, since the host of the ego woke up, the house has been quiet, as if no one was there.

Maybe it's going out, just wait.

That's what my host was thinking, but I also knew that he was still more or less lost after not being able to see his savior at first sight.

It's okay, we can afford to wait!

In the evening, there was finally a noise in the courtyard, and when the host heard it, he immediately shrank down on the bed, and lay down obediently, as if he had not yet woken up.

But I never dreamed that the nightmare that I had waited for so long would give me a nightmare......