The image of the illusion vibrated again, and the night turned into day, and the tree we lived in became a house made of stones.

There are many such houses around us, and it seems that long after the destruction of the sacred tree, a large village has formed here. In the place where the sacred tree had grown, there was a huge stone pressed against it, and many hieroglyphic spell marks were painted on the stone surface with red paint.

Judging by the size of this village, it will take at least a few years to be established, but doesn't Liang Houzai say that the memory of the evil god is only limited to a short period of time before and after its appearance?

Liu Shangang patted me on the shoulder and pointed into the distance, and I looked in the direction he pointed to me, and an old man in a black robe was walking towards me, carrying a black dog with his limbs tied in his hand.

I squinted my eyes and carefully recognized the old man's face, and soon recognized his identity, he was the old man who had stolen half of the delicate guts. As the years passed, instead of getting older, he looked several years younger.

When the old man was very close to Zhenshi, the black dog he was carrying in his hand seemed to sense something, and began to struggle hard, the old man held it by the neck, no matter how it twisted its body, it could not break free, nor could it bite the old man, and then the dog began to bark wildly.

It made a lot of noise, but it didn't attract anyone's attention. It was only then that I realized that there seemed to be no one in the village, except for the footsteps of the old man and the barking of dogs, there was no movement in the whole village, and some animal skins and grain were scattered around the corner of the village road.

It seems that all the people here were evacuated not long ago, and in a relatively orderly manner, and there was not much sign of chaos on the streets.

At this time, the old man had already come to the town stone, he put the black dog on the ground, and then put his hands on the stone and pushed it twice. I had witnessed his astonishing strength during his attack on the Black King, but even that strength was not enough to shake the heavy boulder. The old man couldn't push it away even after adding force twice.

Seeing this scene, the second master sneered.

The old man crouched in front of the town stone and pondered for a while, then turned and walked into the house beside him, and before long he took out a stone hoe and dug it into the ground.

The last time I saw him, he looked at least seventy or eighty years old, but this time I saw him, but he seemed to be back to his fifties and sixties, and even his waist was much straighter than before. His strength was very great, and he swung the stone hoe vigorously, and saw that the soil on the ground was dug out one by one, and it didn't take much effort for him to dig out a deep pit next to the town stone.

He tossed his hoe aside and lay down on the ground, listening intently to the movement in the pit.

I was more than ten meters away from the town rock, and I couldn't hear what kind of sound there was, but after listening for a while, the old man quickly got up again, put the black dog on the edge of the pit, and let its face face the deep pit.

The dog, as if he knew what was going to happen, barked in horror, and the old man pressed its head so that it could not move at all.

The stone suddenly shook violently twice, and then a red light broke through the dirt at the bottom of the pit and flew towards the old man.

The old man's reaction was very fast, and the moment the red light appeared, he picked up the black dog, and the dog was still barking wildly. It opened its mouth wide, and the red light rushed into its throat impartially.

The black dog choked for a moment and stopped barking for a moment, but then a more mournful scream erupted from its mouth.

The old man put the dog aside, picked up the hoe again, and continued to dig the earth. The dog writhed wildly not far from him, and seemed to be in great pain, but the old man did not look at it.

This is a man without mercy. I knew that the black dog next to him was the one that appeared in my dream, and that it eventually became part of the evil god. But even if I know this, I still can't bear to see it uncomfortable.

Even the second master, who was used to seeing big scenes, frowned tightly.

But the old man didn't seem to hear the mournful cry of the black dog at all, and he concentrated on digging the soil for a long time, until there was a grinding sound in the ground.

The old man put the stone hoe aside, then took out a dagger from his bosom, and squatted beside the pit and waited silently.

The grinding sound from the ground was getting closer and closer, and the old man bowed his back slightly.

Soon, a black figure suddenly came out of the pit, and the old man immediately got up and swung his dagger at the black figure.

Since the old man's back was just obscuring my vision, I didn't see what was wrong with the black shadow, but I heard a muffled "poof", and then I saw the shadow fall at the old man's feet.

It was a blackened man, with no hair, no clothes, and an emaciated build.

The old man grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands and turned him over, and at this moment, the man's whole face appeared before my eyes.

It had been an incomparably gentle face, but it had become incomparably mad on a sunny afternoon. That was the face of the Black King, although he had lost a lot of weight, and the skin on his face had turned a very dark gray, but his facial features had not changed much.

There was a deep wound on the top of his head, which should have been made by the old man with a dagger, and black gas was constantly gushing out of the wound.

The old man patted the left side of the Black King's chest with his hand, and he seemed satisfied, with a smile on his face.

The Black King, who had been weak since he had broken through the ground, lay on the ground and allowed the old man to cut his chest with a dagger.

The old man made a deep wound on the black king's left chest, and then took out the delicate gall.

Just as the Linglong gall was taken out, the Black King suddenly regained consciousness, he sat up suddenly, trying to snatch the Linglong gall in the old man's hand, but the old man kicked the Black King in the face and kicked him to the ground.

On this side, the black king had not yet gotten up, and on the other side, the old man had already pounced on him and stabbed the sharp dagger into the black king's heart.

A large stream of black qi burst out from the Black King's chest, and he lay on his back on the ground, his body convulsing. But this convulsion did not last long, and after a few minutes, the Black King's body became stiff, his eyes widened, and the last thing he saw before he died was a white cloud hanging in the blue sky.

The old man glanced at the Black King, picked the corners of his mouth, and then he took out the other half of the delicate gall from his arms, and let the two exquisite galls touch together in the palm of his hand.

I saw that the white gall had a color on it, and the black one was gradually fading, and this process lasted for a long time, and this change came to an end when I knew that both of them had turned a blood-like red.

The old man took the blood-colored gall into his arms and quickly left the village.

Liang Houzai kept frowning, he looked at the corpse of the Black King, and said with great anger: "Just for the sake of a complete blood Linglong, he did not hesitate to kill so many lives, and let an evil god appear in this place. ”

He was angry, and I was curious about what "blood exquisite" was, but I didn't ask him.

After the old man was gone, the village was not quiet, and the black dog was still struggling in pain, and its limbs were tied, so it kept curling up, as if it would make a little better, but its constant screams confirmed that there was no point in doing so.

It's just a dog, why should it suffer like this, that person actually left it directly when he left, even if it was a knife in its throat, it was much better than letting it suffer like this.

Seriously, I'd love to save it, but I also know that all I'm seeing now are illusions, and I can't change anything in the illusions.

At this time, the second master suddenly said, "Huh? How do I feel that the old guy just now looks like a person? ”

I looked at the second master, but he scratched his earrings and said, "I won't remember who that person is for a while, it's just that I feel, and I feel like I've seen such a face in my impression." ”

Liang Houzai gave the answer: "That person looks like Luo Youfang." ”

The second master made a sudden expression: "Yes, Luo Youfang, I saw his photos a few years ago." ”

And Liang Houzai also turned to me: "Brother Dao, do you remember what Luo Youfang said before leaving the last time you saw Luo Youfang?" ”

I narrowed my eyes and said, "Do you believe that there are people in this world who can live forever?" ”

What I said was Luo Youfang's original words at that time.

Liang Houzai nodded.

Could it be that Luo Youfang is talking about himself in this sentence? The old man who appeared just now, after a few years, not only did not get older, but became younger and stronger, and it seemed that it was really possible to be an immortal person.

But seriously, I don't believe that there is such a thing as "immortality" in this world at all, perhaps, the old man and Luo Youfang are similar in appearance, it's just a coincidence.

At this time, Du Kang patted me and pointed to the black dog.

I was distracted for a moment just now, and I didn't notice that the screaming of the black dog had disappeared.

I immediately looked over to the black dog, and I saw that the black dog was on fire.

He was like a large piece of burnt coals, red light seeping out of its skin, and even its eyes turned the color of flames.

Under normal circumstances, when the flesh is burned by the flames, it should be "paste", that is, carbonized. But the black dog in front of him actually melted at the high temperature, just like the metal was heated to a certain extent, turning into water.

The scorching liquid slowly soaked into the ground, and the soaked soil turned a blood-red color, and this red spread at such a rapid speed that it took over the entire village in an instant.

The strange Qi Field, which resembled Yin Qi and seemed to be a mixture of resentment and anger, finally appeared, and the whole village was enveloped in this Qi Field.

After that, the picture in our eyes changed dramatically again.

This time it was not a shock, but an extremely fast rotation of the sun and the moon, the speed of time passing became fast, night and day alternated at great speed, and the corpse of the Black King also decayed, decomposed, and disappeared at a very fast speed as we watched. The houses in the village are becoming more and more dilapidated as we witness them, and the only thing that has not changed is the blood-red soil.

During this time, some black shadows entered the village, but because time passed so quickly, they also flowed through the village as fast as lightning in our vision, and then all these black shadows poured into the big pit dug by the old man, and never came out again.

I don't know how long this change lasted, and finally it was frozen at a dawn when the morning sun had not yet fully risen.