Zhang Jiao walked to the coffin, glanced at the old man inside, and opened the jar of milk with a snap.

Then he carefully put his free hand under the old man's neck, raised his head, and put the milk jug in his other hand to the old man's dry lips, and was about to feed the milk.

The old man's eyes suddenly opened, his eyeballs were dyed blood-red by the ruptured capillaries, he looked at Zhang Jiao with a fierce light, and said hoarsely with a slight sarcasm: "What, I really can't help it, do you want to choke me to death?"

The tone is like facing a mortal enemy, rather than a filial grandson who is ready to send himself to the end.

Zhang Jiao heard this, but said softly: "Grandpa, what did you say."

I heard that you had a bad cough just now, so I went out and bought two cans of milk, and wanted to press you down. ”

When the old man heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile, "The belly is black and can bear it, and I don't show my mouth at this time, I have the demeanor of Zhang Daoxian back then."

It's just that it's not ruthless and resolute enough, and the poor sleeping road still gives me money to buy wraps and offerings, and my heart is too soft. ”

Zhang Jiao smiled slightly and said: "Of course I can't compare to you, I can spend a lifetime of hard work to dig out all my ten generations of blood relatives, kill them cleanly, and don't even let go of my own son."

Who in the world can be more ruthless and decisive than you. ”

Although his tone remained calm, there was a hint of hatred on his face that could not be smiled, as if he was about to turn into a beast and attack in the next second, biting the old man to death, but he quickly regained his composure.

Seeing this, Zhang Daoxian's eyes showed appreciation: "What a good expression."

It turns out that your personality background is not only a cunning fox who is good at disguise, but also a man-eating tiger, wonderful, wonderful.

It's not in vain that I 'hate to press the gold thread every year, and make a wedding dress for others'.

If it weren't for the terminal stage of cancer, God could give me another 10 years, I must, definitely..."

He was already on the verge of death, and he was barely supported by a strong willpower far beyond ordinary people's imagination, and this agitation suddenly became disordered, and he could no longer continue.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiao patted Zhang Daoxian's back, poured milk into him, and finally couldn't help but say maliciously in his chest: "Drink, drink it and be a full ghost."

I don't injustice you as the commander of the major general of the large military base in Area Zero, and the notoriety of the top 100 wanted criminals in the Eastern Continent. ”

The human beings of this world call the place covered and controlled by their own civilization as the 'positive area';

The dangerous wilderness and hostile sapient races control the area called the 'Negative Zone';

The buffer zone between the positive and negative zones is called the 'zero zone'.

In Zone Zero, the area of armed deterrence of the armed forces of a large military base of the regular army can usually reach more than 10,000 square kilometers.

The commander of the base is the uncrowned king of the region, and whether it is a mining company, a livestock farm, or a colonial town, all must rely on him, and his status is very high.

Zhang Daoxian listened to Zhang Jiao's words, and seemed to remember the past, with a complex look of remorse, chagrin, hatred, etc., on his face, and he was silent for a while and said intermittently: "People, people are dying, their words are good, and birds are dying and their songs are sad."

I'm going to die, no matter what great deeds I have done before, the heinous evil will be realized in the blink of an eye.

At that time, at least, at least more than 60% of the chances of sealing the god's 'legacy' will become complete in your hands.

I hope you will make good use of it, and if you really achieve great things, write a sacrificial text and burn it to me, so that I can die without regrets. ”

There are supernatural powers in this world, and humans can obtain them in four ways:

One is to exercise the physical body to cultivate qi and blood, or to refine the soul and accumulate spiritual power;

The second is to make deals with certain powerful beings, to please them, in exchange for power;

third, through the form of genetic mutation, metamorphosis into an extraordinary species;

Fourth, the right to use certain spirits and artifacts containing supernatural powers.

And 'legacy' refers to the fact that the descendants have awakened the transcendent bloodline left by the ancestors, or inherited the transcendent spirits and artifacts left by the ancestors, which belongs to the third or fourth situation.

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao's face showed a hint of longing mixed with nervousness, and said softly: "If you can really get the complete Divine Relic, of course it would be good, but I'm afraid there are still shortcomings."

The figurative 'fantasy species' is equivalent to creating a new life, and the slightest loss is equal to a defect at the biological genetic level, and the slightest difference is a thousand miles. ”

The fantasy species is the most peculiar thing in this world, which is conceived by the thoughts of hundreds of millions of intelligent beings after thousands of years of time, and is the concrete manifestation of 'thinking is existence'.

It is the most powerful and special kind of spirit, which is somewhat similar to the nature of the acquired gods, but lacks the physical body and the ability to think independently.

Zhang Daoxian listened to Zhang Jiao's words, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said softly: "Then you will inherit my will, and sense yourself to kill five generations and ten generations of relatives."

Your mother is not an ordinary person, enough for you to take advantage of.

Coupled with the top-level 'military path force' refining method left in my computer, after the cultivation is successful, kill, kill..."

As he spoke, his breath became weaker and weaker, and finally he hung his head weakly and stopped breathing.

At the same time, some mysterious law between heaven and earth seemed to be quietly touched, and countless substances that were imperceptible to the human eye poured out of Zhang Daoxian's corpse and penetrated into Zhang Jiao's body.

Zhang Jiao, who had been prepared for a long time, was keenly aware of the slight abnormality in his body, and his face showed an irrepressible look of excitement, waiting motionlessly.

After a while, he felt that his body had returned to normal, took a few deep breaths, recovered his excitement, looked at Zhang Daoxian's corpse and spit out two words with an expressionless face, "Old ghost, walk well on the road." ”

After that, he turned around and took two steps forward, activating the ability that he had awakened since childhood.

In an instant, parallel to Zhang Jiao's chest, in the void five feet away from his body, the outline of an ancient book slowly emerged.

As time passed, it became clearer and clearer, and the side pagination began to appear.

In the past, at this time, Zhang Jiao's ability could not be continued.

But this time, the ancient book was very smooth and successful, and the title of the book was "The Romance of the Gods" with four bird seals.

When fully revealed, the ancient book begins to turn pages automatically from beginning to end.

Each time a page is opened, the words on it rise up from the page, converging and evolving into countless colorful rays above the book, outlining the virtual images of ancient costume characters the size of chess pieces.

The figure was lifelike, as if it had life, standing in layers, and at the top was an old man with deep eyes and ten long strands of hair.

The second layer is also an old man, but there are three of them, all of them seem to be calm, but their temperaments are different, two are kind and kind, and one is heroic.

Below are two monks with fleshy buns, one is thin and the other is strong, with his hands folded, and his treasure is solemn.

Under the monks, there are more characters, at least ten in a row, which is dazzling.