"Come here. ”

His eyes seemed to have some kind of grinding, which was irresistible.

Qing Qian didn't even have time to think, and his body couldn't help responding.

Step out and walk past as if you were lost.

Rong Tian was taken aback, and reached out to grab her.

But Night Star Chill moves faster.

He grabbed Qingqian's wrist and pushed it into Rong Tian's arms, and strode towards the ancient god.

"Night Star Cold!" Rong Tian couldn't help but exclaim.

Nightstar didn't look back, and his movements were extremely fast, almost as if he had jumped over.

But in reality he just felt for an inconspicuous jar, opened it, and threw it at the fat man.

From just now to now, the ancient god possessed the fat man and said a lot of words, but he never took half a step.

There may be an element of pretense of mystery, but more likely, he can't leave at all.

The human brain dominates thoughts, while the cerebellum controls actions.

The ancient god has autonomous consciousness and wisdom, which means that he occupies the brain of the fat man.

But the fat man has long since died, the nerve center is dead, and even the ancient gods can't control it.

A hint of panic flashed on the fat man's face, but before he could react, the liquid in the jar had already been poured on him.

It was a viscous, slightly yellow liquid that didn't look out of the ordinary.

But in an instant, the fat man screamed.

It was a cry of pain to the extreme, coming from deep in the throat.

There are also countless words they don't understand, which sounds old and unfamiliar.

The fat man's facial features were completely distorted and huddled together, and his bloodshot eyes were almost bursting apart, extremely terrifying, and he glared at Night Star Han with resentment.

“…… What is that...... What is it?!"

"Corpse oil. Night Star replied lightly.

"The corpse oil of all those you have killed, full of resentment. ”

God can be created by the idea of unity.

What can destroy him is also the great resentment that everyone has gathered together.

"No! no, no————" the old god roared in a terrible manner, and his body quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end, only human skin remained.

With the last of his strength, he roared: "I won't die, you ——!"

Abruptly interrupted, no more sound.

Rong Tian was a little incredulous: "This is dead?"

Night Star Cold: "Maybe it just escaped, I can't be sure." ”

Qingqian's expression was a little sluggish: "That jar ......"

It was the small crockpot that the old man gave them when they were in the town.

At that time, she was still playing with it in her hand, but she was snatched by Ye Xinghan and was not allowed to touch it.

"Yes. Night Star Han knew what she was thinking by looking at her expression.

Qing Qian continued to be sluggish: "The ...... we saw"

"Truth is falsehood, and truth is false. She rarely had such an expression, so that Ye Xinghan was a little unbearable, and it was rare to come to a lyrical comfort.

Seeing that she was still stunned, he sighed, walked over, and hugged her tenderly as if no one was around.

From Rong Lean's point of view, Night Star Han's tall body blocked his vision, and he couldn't see what they were doing clearly.

But the action is undoubtedly extremely ambiguous and evokes reverie.

His expression was a little strange, and he looked complicated and difficult to understand.

In the end, without saying a word, he turned his head and walked towards the fat man to inspect the corpse.

"How are we going to get out?" Rong Tian looked around, only to feel that this place was very strange, as if there was no margin at all, let alone an exit.

"Wait. Nightstar said coldly, reaching out and rummaging in the shallow void spirit brocade, turning out a torch and a stack of old paper.