A stinging pain, Hua Zhang woke up violently, and woke up to find that a sickle was being inserted into his shoulder, but strangely, not a drop of blood flowed from the painful wound. The other end of the knife was held on the body of a tall, uninformed man in a black robe, who dragged him slowly forward, and suddenly, the man seemed to realize that he was awake.

"Boom, the Valley of Darkness hasn't been patronized by a living person for many years, where did you kid come from?" As he spoke, the old man walked forward as usual, without looking back, without the slightest intention of stopping.

"Who are you? Where is this?" Hua Zhang said these words with difficulty, but strangely, Hua Zhang, who was only six years old, was not too afraid, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity here. It was just that the pain in his shoulder made him almost faint, but he was hovering on the verge of fainting, but he couldn't pass out anyway, and he almost never experienced such pain. The pain made him lose all strength, and he had to let the old man drag him forward.

"Who am I? It's been a long time since anyone asked me, and I've almost forgotten about it. But the question is not important, what matters is who you are and where you come from. It doesn't matter where you're from, it doesn't matter what I'm going to do, but I still want to know. I've been praying for 2,000 years, old man, and I've finally got something to breathe. ......The old man's bellows-like voice and unbridled laughter seemed to tell a trivial matter.

"Two thousand years! How is this possible? Even if you cultivate to the level of Soul Yellow, you can only live for 300 years at most. You even said that you have waited for 2,000 years, and I can't be deceived if I am a child. The slap gradually regained some strength, and he spoke more easily. Although the wound on his shoulder became more and more painful, Hua Zhang gradually got used to and accepted this pain.

"Hahaha, child, you don't know anything about this world, do you think that people in this world will definitely die?" The old man walked forward without looking back, but gradually had some feelings as he spoke.

"Isn't it?" Hua Zhang asked rhetorically.

"Hahaha, of course not, after you have made a deal with the Grim Reaper, the person who sold his soul is naturally dead or alive is just a matter of the Grim Reaper's words. Of course, I'm the kind of person who doesn't let me die, but living now is no different from being dead. It's been 2,000 years...... It's been a long time, so long that I almost forgot how long I've lived......" The old man's voice gradually became smaller, and in the end, Hua Zhang was almost unable to hear clearly.

"Have you ever seen the Grim Reaper?" asked Hua Zhang in disbelief.

"I haven't seen the Grim Reaper, but the Grim Reaper has left a small altar here, and I've seen his projections, but I can't see the appearance clearly. ”

"Well, if you don't have a soul in that way, you're also in pain, right?" Hua Zhang asked curiously.

"Perhaps, but after living for so long, the pain is hard for me to feel, and the rest is just dull and boring," the old man said calmly.

"How long have you lived? After two thousand years of waiting, you should be at least two thousand years old. Hua Zhang was a little curious.

"I can't remember how long I've lived, old man. Maybe 2000, maybe 2500. I witnessed the growth of the first pope and taught him all my abilities, but it is a pity that he betrayed me. The old man seemed to be telling a trivial thing. But if you are calm, all the chapters will set off stormy waves in your heart.

Could he actually be the master of the first generation of popes? Hua Zhang thought to himself. Rumor has it that the first pope did have a master, who was rumored to be a master who had lived in seclusion for many years. At that time, after the pope killed the twenty-eighth Shengmiao of the gods, overthrew the oppressive rule of the gods, established the bishop of God to represent the people, and became the first pope of the gods, the reclusive master disappeared. It is rumored that the strength of this hidden master is far above the Pope, and he is equal to the strength of other tower masters, and it is precisely because of this that when the Pope overthrew the royal rule, the tower master of the Light Tower, who clearly expressed his support for the royal rule, remained neutral in the battle of the country. However, there are only a few records of this hermit master in later generations, and people only know that he disappeared after the Battle of the Nation, is it because the Pope betrayed him?

"Didn't the Pope kill you? According to the book, it seems that there are indeed people like you, and it is rumored that your strength is very strong, with your strength, I think it must be the Pope's confidant to keep you. Hua Zhang gradually became curious, this old man who dragged him with a sickle above his head, and even the stinging pain in his arm was relieved by curiosity.

"My strength, hum, he was only 22 years old at the time of the Pope's fame battle, you don't know it, do you?" said the old man.

"I know that the Pope is the most gifted person in our history, and there has almost never been anyone in the later generations who has surpassed him in cultivation speed. Hua Zhang struggled to recall the stories his mother told him about the Pope when he was a child.

"Do you know where his strength came from?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"Isn't it his own cultivation?" Hua Zhang asked puzzled.

"Of course not!" said the old man, recalling the shabby past, "I was at my end and could no longer watch him achieve his goal. But as the lord of the Dark Tower, I have a chance to trade with the Grim Reaper, and of course the price of the deal is my soul" The old man told the past, maybe it was the years that grinded people, so that the old man was not shocked when he talked about it. "The Lord of the Tower rarely takes his soul to see the Grim Reaper, and many of them sell their souls and go to hell. Desires are always diverse, fascinating, and many things, even as the master of a tower, cannot be reached. You say, for example, the limit of the limit. ”

"Dark Tower, what is Dark Tower? Isn't there only seven towers?" Hua Zhang was confused.

"Yes, it's been two thousand years, and even people should forget about the Dark Tower. Once upon a time, there were eight towers on the main road. They are distributed along the eight major lakes on the mainland, but the dark tower is originally full of evil and strange things, and its own ability is more harmful than functional, coupled with the ability to communicate with dark creatures, so that the originally powerful dark tower is discriminated against. Originally, my apprentice promised me, your first pope, that he would be the next master of the Dark Tower, but he did not do so, because he disliked the dark tower's unbright status. And after succeeding the Pope, he betrayed me and left the Dark Tower forever. The old man said.

"How could a pope do such a thing! This is not the quality of a pope at all! You must be lying to me, you liar!" Hua Zhang couldn't believe it, because the pope was the eternal bright role in their hearts, and he couldn't accept the gap in the pope's glorious image in his heart, and the strong emotions even tore his wounds a lot.

"Well, have you ever met the Pope? Or have you worked with him, or have you spoken? Don't forget that the Pope is also a human being, and if you are a human being, you will have seven emotions and six desires, and you will have what you want, and you will have what you want. History is always written by the victors, and what you see is what he wants you to see. The old man said calmly, and did not argue with Hua Zhang.

"This ......," Hua Zhang's tone weakened.

"I sold my soul in a deal with the Grim Reaper, and the Grim Reaper kept the promise. I transferred all my life's cultivation to him, although there is some loss of essence, but there is still 60% of my cultivation, he is my most proud disciple, even if he betrays me, I still don't hate him, he is like my son, just like my relatives. The old man continued.

"Then you sold your soul, why would the god of death let you stay in the world?" Hua Zhang suddenly thought.

"The dark tower is the gate of hell, the creatures of hell will not come to the world and destroy the peace of the people, but the souls of the human world are needed to maintain the operation of hell, of course, we only accept the souls of the evil, and the souls of those who have made deals with the god of death in other ways, but have not kept the agreement to hand over the souls, in fact, in other words, our dark tower is the god of death hunters in the world. Therefore, no matter what the Pope decides, the Dark Tower cannot disappear and will not disappear. As a result, I was able to stay and wait for the next Lord of the Dark Tower. The Grim Reaper said that the next person to survive to the Dark Valley would be the successor of the next Lord of the Dark Tower, but he didn't expect this to be 2000 years. The old man spoke with a hint of excitement. "If you come, I can go, two thousand years is too long. ”

"Wait, wait, I don't want to be the master of the Dark Tower, you better go find someone else. Hua Zhang immediately refused when he heard this, although he didn't know why, and he couldn't remember many things before, but he still subconsciously refused, and intuitively told him that this was a pit.

"Truly...... I'm just a spokesperson, you're not my choice, all I'm going to do is to instruct you on how to become a qualified Lord of the Dark Tower. The old man led him to the end of the canyon, where a pitch-black flat tower appeared in front of him. This was different from the other seven towers in his impression, this tower was short and flat, without the bright colors of other towers, and did not have the towering majesty and height of other towers. Except for silence and a looming gray current, the tower felt calm but dangerous, dark and intense. When viewed horizontally, the tower looks like it is embedded in the mountains, not like other towers. "Boy, I don't care where you're from, all you need to do is accept my command, even though my soul power is gone, but in this dark canyon, I am still everything. Looking at the confusion in Hua Zhang's eyes, the old man continued, "Boy, are you a little curious, why is the dark tower so short?" said the old man as he fumbled for the key on the mountain.

"Why?" Hua Zhang actually wanted to know, after all, he was just a child.

"Because the Dark Tower is the Tower of Hell, its function also has some ability to connect to Hell. Therefore, the dark tower has only two floors on the ground, and above the two floors is the tower structure of energy aggregation. And according to the dark tower, the real main body is actually underground. Rather than having a basement with many floors, it is actually an upside-down tower. Oh, found it. After the old man finished speaking, he took the key he had found and opened the dilapidated door of the dark tower.

The big difference from the current tower is that the current tower may be due to the soul power to drive the instrument, and the tower can realize the opening and closing of the gate through the injection of soul power. And such an old wooden door, which also needs to be opened and closed with a key, is outdated, which really makes Huazhang can't help but slander.

The old man threw Hua Zhang on the rotten table in the hall, he really couldn't imagine that one of the eight towers back then had such a dirty and rotten hall, and there were many insects and spider webs faintly visible. Presumably, the old man has not cleaned it a few times in two thousand years. At this moment, the old man's voice sounded again. "I think back then, when he was brilliant, I thought he was also a little popular, but later the outside world had a bad impression of us. Coupled with our refusal to accept the criminals, there was really no successor to the Dark Tower, and gradually no one came. The old man said, and walked into the room at the edge of the hall, and the faint light could tell that it should be a study. The study room should be not small, and there are many distillation vessels similar to those used by wizards for experiments, liquid containers, and so on. The old man burst out a thick book and threw it next to Hua Zhang, and muttered after flipping through it. It's not this one, it's really troublesome, so I went into the room and rummaged through the cabinets, during which the books flew around, and the sound of broken utensils was endless.

"Oh, this is it. I've finally found you. The old man walked out of the room, and a gray clerk full of psionic symbols was held in his arms, which seemed to be not light, and should not be simply a book. After throwing the book to his side, he entered the room again. Then there was another sound of rummaging through the cabinets, and after a while, the old man walked out of the room with a large suitcase. Someone walked up to Hua Zhang, placed a black crystal stone on top of Hua Zhang's head, then took out a mirror and a carving knife from the box and placed them on the side of his left foot and right hand, and then the old man took out a vine and a flint and put it on his right foot and left hand side, put a watch hand and ice crystals on his chest and abdomen, and finally the old man took out a golden silk from the box and put it on top of his head.

"Alright, welcome to the Dark Tower, kid. After the old man finished speaking, he ignored Huazhang and recited an incomprehensible incantation to himself. As the black stone light lit up, an indescribable brilliance surrounded Hua Zhang's side. This light, or rather dark energy, engulfed all the light nearby, and several items and he floated up with the black air current, and with the chanting of the incantation, the items were almost about to burrow into his body, and suddenly an accident happened, and a white light suddenly appeared from the black stone, interrupting the ritual alive.

"Huh?" the old man looked at Hua Zhang puzzled. "You have the imprint of light in your body, no, the god of death will not make such a mistake, and it is impossible for me to send a child with light attributes to me and let me guide him to become the master of the dark tower. After thinking helplessly, the old man walked to the statue of death in the innermost part of the hall, and put the black crystal stone used for the ceremony in the stone trough in the center of the altar. The illusory figure is elegant, but the simple dress is slightly noble.

"Hades, stand down, I have something to say to this child. Without waiting for the old man to speak, Light and Shadow gave the order.

"Yes. The old man didn't say much, turned and walked into the hall, and the side door was gone, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Hello, kid. Death spoke politely for some reason.

Hua Zhang suddenly found that he could speak again, although he was a little scared, but his intuition told him that death was not malicious to him. "Hello, Death, is it?" Hua Zhang gradually calmed down, and his courage was a little stronger.

"Haha, kid, I'm not a god of death, I'm just an adjutant of death, but I'm also a kind of god, it's just, it's a lower level. ”

"What chose me?" asked Hua Zhang curiously.

"I don't know this very well, this is an order given to me by the god of death himself, to solve the matter of you taking over as the master of the dark tower on my behalf, and I don't understand the specific reason. Death said.

"Then I just don't have a choice, it has to be me. Hua Zhang said.

"Yes, you don't have a choice. Death replied.

"Okay, since it's your master's decision, and I don't have a choice, let's start, whatever you want. After speaking, Hua Zhang closed his eyes and looked like he was resigned to fate.

"Hehe, hehe, the child is not so serious, this is just a simple inheritance ceremony, and the succession will have to wait until you grow up. Death said softly.

"Then what should I do now, just wait here?" Hua Zhang opened his eyes and asked.

"I'm going to dilute the time in your body, so that the Underworld will have a chance to carve the mark of darkness into your deep sea. Speaking of children, I have never seen the Grim Reaper and the Holy Angel fight each other, and make a big move for your belonging, maybe you really have a secret worthy of the hearts of the two gods. As he spoke, the Grim Reaper's subordinate officer stretched out his hands and pressed them on Hua Zhang's forehead, and the dark golden air flow converged between the palms of the Grim Reaper, and with the convergence of energy on the Grim Reaper's hands, a golden mark also appeared on Hua Zhang's forehead. The golden spiral pattern highlights the noble atmosphere, dazzling and dazzling, and it is hard to believe that such an aura can appear in a child. As the golden light converged, the golden mark on Hua Zhang's forehead gradually dimmed and became difficult to see. Gradually, the golden sigil became less dazzling, and even became blurred. Death also withdrew his outstretched hands at this time.

"Okay kid, in a while, Hades will help you solve the matter of the brand, you will be the official successor of the tower, Hades will be your teacher, will guide you to use dark soul power and soul skills, and at the same time solve problems for you that you can't solve. Child, your future is bright, but you also have to do a lot of dangerous things, and there are many things that will happen in the future, and those will become your responsibilities and your mission. Remember, child, that although you belong to the light, you also belong to the darkness. When the light does not show you the way forward, do not despise the path in the darkness, because it is your own path, your own life. After the Death Adjutant finished speaking, the figure faded away and disappeared above the dim altar.

To be continued