The white-haired boy's tone was very flat, but Mr. Han really didn't dare to object.

He said firmly: "If that guy dares to do it here, even if we die, we will fight him out!" ”

The white-haired boy laughed, "Stupid." Even if we all die, we can't fight each other. ”

But he's scared, too...... Interesting, God, is it also afraid of mortals? ”

The white-haired boy said as he walked towards the sanctuary.

The demon suppressors around the outpost were forced by his momentum, and no one dared to stop them.

They even forgot to report it to the Governing Office.

It wasn't until the white-haired boy disappeared around the corner of the street that the demon suppressor quickly said, "Quick! Inform the Archons! ”

The exorcist with the silver exorcism certificate is almost equivalent to the demon suppressor in one place.

When such a person comes to the Minyang Sanctuary Area, he must report it to the local consul for handling.

At this time, in the refugee shelter, two staff members had already registered the elderly and distributed a down jacket and a pair of chopsticks.

The down jacket looks a little shabby, but the warmth effect is much better than the sackcloth robe on the body.

As for the dishes and chopsticks, they are for the elderly to eat.

The shelter only manages one meal a day, and hunger does not starve to death, but it can also keep people in a state of hunger for a long time.

Here, if you want to have enough to eat, you have to go to work.

The old man was holding a bowl of rice with a calm face.

There is no emotion in the gray eyes, and there is no brilliance in them.

If he had to say anything, he was like a dead man, or a man who didn't have any desire to live.

But the dead can't pass the soul detection, and it's impossible to get in without triggering the light and shadow rune defense.

Unless that person is S-class.

That is, the folk call the god level, the immortal level.

The old man rolled his gaze to look at the refugees in the shelter.

Most of these people are over 70 years old, and some are mothers with children.

Compared with the elderly, the treatment with children is slightly better.

But it is also limited to food and clothing.

The surrounding staff were busy, some distributing food, some registering the number, and some whispering about something.

If someone gets closer, they will find that they are discussing the medical care of the elderly.

The weather is cold, the yin qi is vigorous, and many elderly people are not in a good state.

Seriously, if it weren't for the increase in the human soul brought about by the end of the Dharma era, I'm afraid that many old people would not have survived this catastrophe.

The gray-eyed old man sat in his place in a daze, and he didn't know how long it took before he put down the down jacket and chopsticks in his hand, stood up and walked towards the door.

The staff did not stop the old man from leaving.

After all, the shelter is just a shelter, and no one is restricted from leaving, but if you want to come in and eat, you have to meet the rescue standards issued by the local consul.

The gray-eyed old man walked fast, he crossed the streets full of pedestrians, saw vehicles loading and unloading medicinal herbs, and saw people looking for companions to dig up and plant medicinal herbs outside the shelter.

There are demon suppressors patrolling the streets, and there are also people crouching at the intersections, waiting for the archon to arrange the work.

Although it is only a small shelter, it still maintains the most basic order.

You know, after the loss of convenient communication, many remote areas ostensibly obey the orders of Middle-earth, but in fact, many of the sanctuaries have demon suppressors or consuls who have established themselves as kings.

Some shelters intercept supplies passing through their territory, while others fight for resources with the shelter next door.

Anyway, the noise in remote areas is a miasma of smoke and chaos.

The old man stood on the side of the road, silently looking at this busy but warm little town.

Suddenly, someone behind me said, "What? Want to ruin this place? ”

The old man looked back and found that the white-haired boy was already standing side by side with him.

For a moment, the old man's eyes were black, and soon black filled his gray eyes, becoming deep and evil.

At the same time, the white-haired boy's eyes also bloomed with a strange gossip pattern.

The gossip pattern seemed to be reflected in the eyes of the white-haired boy, a faint golden color, and the runes seemed to be still circulating.

The two sides looked at each other.

Immediately after that, the white-haired young man took a few steps back in succession, and the gossip runes in his eyes instantly dissipated.

But the blackness in the old man's eyes quickly faded, and he turned gray again.

The white-haired boy walked forward again and said, "I have the impression that wherever you should go, there will be endless poison and plagues. ”

"But now, you don't seem to be what I imagined."

"The god of plagues, Zuka Mogg. I am Chu Wu, the captain of the Wu team. ”

"Although we have fought several times in the air, it seems that it is the first time we have officially met, right?"

The gray-eyed old man smiled at Chu Wu and said, "I have a hundred-year-old soul, but my physical functions are hovering around sixteen years old. ”

"Are you the soul of the old monster?"

Chu Wu shook his head: "A hundred years ago, I had a terminal illness that could not be cured. In order to survive, I kept my body frozen for a long time. Survive in this world in a soul way. ”

"But I don't want to give up my body, I don't want to give up my human identity. So my soul lived for a hundred years, but my body was only sixteen years old. ”

The gray-eyed old man asked again, "Then why do you want to go back to your body?" Can your condition be cured now? ”

Chu Wu shook his head again: "Because I want to take the path of conscience." ”

"On the path of inquiry, I must be the whole me. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to walk this path. ”

The gray-eyed old man looked at Chu Wu carefully, and after a long while, he replied, "Interesting, interesting." ”

"You're almost a god."

Chu Wu shook his head for the third time: "In Middle-earth, there is no distinction between gods, immortals, and humans. People who have walked the path of conscience in Middle-earth can only be called S-class, or soul realm, and we do not recognize gods or immortals as superior to others. ”