After a simple meal, Xie Nanshi and Song Yu prepared to go out without delay, worshipping the statue of the evil god and a lot of household goods, they still need to complete the inventory as soon as possible, so as not to make a comeback of the evil god.

The two stepped out of the door with their front feet, and Du Anchen followed with their hind feet.

Song Yu glanced back at her, but he didn't refuse the helper who sent him to the door: "How was the old man yesterday?" ”

Du Anchen glanced at Song Yu in surprise, but he didn't expect that he was still thinking about the old man: "Don't worry, it's not too much of a problem, you can rest and rest." It's ......"

"What's it?" Song Yu looked at Du Anchen curiously.

Du Anchen sighed: "He still believes in evil gods. ”

By this time, the three of them had already walked two streets, and the one in front was the house of the person who had recently worshipped the statue of the evil god.

It's still early, and the doors of the houses in the alley are closed, but you can smell different fireworks, and it is the people here who are preparing breakfast. In front of Xie Nanshi on the left is the house of their first destination, the door is hidden, and in addition to the smell of food, there is also a touch of incense.

Xie Nanshi's footsteps stopped suddenly, and even the hand that was about to reach out and push the door stopped.

Xie Nanshi had indeed killed the so-called evil god yesterday, but evil spirits are common but evil gods are not common, so that Xie Nanshi ignored the most important point - faith is immortal, and evil gods are not destroyed.

Even death can be reborn by faith.

"Smash all the idols!" Xie Nanshi hurriedly threw down a sentence, then turned around and ran back at a very fast speed.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and then ran back. He knew that Xie Nanshi's words were for Du Anchen, after all, he was just a beautiful man who was powerless, and dangerous and unprotected work was not suitable for him......

Du Anchen looked at the backs of the two and sighed, and stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Open the door, the Ping An Division will handle the case!"

Song Yu's footsteps were far from being as fast as Xie Nanshi, so he could only run to the Ping An Division with his head bored. The closer you get, the clearer you hear the sounds of the fight. At the same time, a pungent smell of blood wafted into his nose.

Song Yu chuckled in his heart, opened the hem of his clothes and strode across the door. It was the old master who died a few inches from the door. His blood seemed to have drained, his body shriveled up, and the ground he crawled all the way was completely red with blood.

How can there be so much blood in one person......

Song Yu suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw the slaughter of Qinghe Town when he first entered the game, when the game protection function was activated, what he saw was a large BGM, and the flesh and blood were blurred, even so the holographic experience shocked Song Yu for a long time, and even had a nightmare all night.

That was the first time Song Yu had seen an extra river in the town, a blood-colored river, a river that drained the blood of all the townspeople in Qinghe Town.

And this time, without the protection of the system, Song Yu saw the tragic situation of a person's death more directly. And this man has been with him for so long.

Song Yu heard his teeth chattering, and his stomach was churning, and the picture of the tragic death of a familiar face was far greater than the fear of facing death in the first two times.

The environment is virtual, but Song Yu's instincts are real.

No matter how much he tried to convince himself that it was just an in-game picture, the feedback from every holographic data in his body was a sign of his resistance to moving forward. It's as if he's not moving towards a game scene, but his bottom line as a human being. If he accepted all this easily, he would not be able to return to the normal, orderly world of his old past.

"Young Master." A small cat-like sound came from the other side.

It's Qiaoyi! Song Yu looked stunned, his eyes, which were originally a little sluggish, refocused, and ran in the direction where the voice came from without having time to think more.

He first saw Qiao Yi's shoes, with their soles slightly curled behind the door. The ground was still scarlet, so when she got closer, Song Yu saw that the hem of her originally tender skirt was soaked in a pool of blood, dyed a deep red. Song Yu gritted his teeth and restrained his fear and desire to vomit, and took another step forward.

Qiao Yi leaned against a gap behind the door. She hid herself here, but unfortunately she was one step behind. The originally beautiful and ruddy face was pale at this time, but a pair of eyes were still bright, and when I looked closely, I found that it was just a tear.

She lifted her upper arm up a little with difficulty, and then fell sharply, as if she had lost her strength. Song Yu's trembling hand had already grasped her. The temperature from Song Yu made the corners of Qiao Yi's mouth pull up, and the tears that had been stored in her eyes for a long time finally fell.

She has been by the young master's side since she was a child, and now it has been just sixteen years, seeing the young master from a young man with hanging sideburns to a personable young man, she is not afraid of death, but she is a little reluctant.

She couldn't accompany the young master anymore.

"Don't be afraid, the young master will save you!" Song Yu's hands were shaking all the time, and he wanted to pick up the girl who had been protecting him to find Lang Zhong, but just after he made a move, he saw more blood spilling from Qiao Yi's mouth.

"That's right! Red Medicine! For a moment, Song Yu forgot that he was in the game, and he also forgot the red medicine that could save his life. Thinking of it at this time, he didn't care about covering it up, so he took out the red medicine directly from the space, and stuffed it into Qiao Yi's mouth one after another.

The number of red pills in the backpack has been decreasing, but the potions that are enough to revive any NPC in this game with full health in an instant have not worked at all. Song Yu's brain was blank, and as he remembered, this medicine was useful for Xie Nanshi, and it was also effective for the little boy who was so thin that he looked like he was about to die. But why is the body in his arms still getting colder and colder? Qiao Yi's wound is still bleeding?

He even forgot to take a closer look at what Qiao Yi's serious injury buff was, until Qiao Yi's breathing gradually stabilized and the bleeding wound gradually subsided, and Song Yu realized that he had fed Qiao Yi a whole set of red medicine to save her life. And just the action of taking and feeding the medicine had drained all his strength.

Song Yu felt that this was a bit incredible, and he felt that it was unbelievable that he would do his best to save an NPC.

A sky-high sword aura summoned Song Yu's sanity, and he suddenly remembered why he was here. Xie Nanshi is still inside!

Song Yu's mood calmed down, he gritted his teeth and carefully put Qiao Yi back behind the door, and then covered the door panel and turned around and rushed into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Xie Nanshi stood in the southeast corner, standing tall and jade, staring at the child in mid-air with his hands up. He didn't hold a sword in his hand, but the fierce sword aura lingering around his body, as if he was a sword, and he would point at the sky at any time. Song Yu followed Xie Nanshi's gaze and found that the one standing in the air was the thin boy who was used as the host of the evil god yesterday.

The child's eyes had completely turned bottomless, and there was not even a reflection of the eyeballs, and he lowered his head and looked down at Xie Nanshi, as if he was despising ants.

As if he thought the sick man was ridiculous, he grinned, and the skin at the corner of his mouth was torn open all the way to the root of his ear, revealing the bright red flesh and white teeth inside. When Song Yu came, they had obviously exchanged hands slightly, and the clothes on the little boy's body had already been torn to pieces by the sword qi, but there were only some blood marks left on his rugged and thin body, and in the blink of an eye, the blood marks had faded a lot.

Song Yu couldn't help but gasp. This faint sound should have been inaudible in the courtyard that was constantly being collided with evil qi and sword qi, but it was accurately caught by the little boy and cast his gaze. Song Yu couldn't avoid making a look at him, and he immediately shook his mind and couldn't move.

The terrifying gaze evoked Song Yu's former memories. He'd met him at a show, but it was in a cutscene. He, the protagonist of the game, can only watch from the perspective of the evil god as an invincible being, slaughtering the entire town.

And at this time, the eyes of the evil god were falling on him.

Fear arises. At that moment, Song Yu felt that the blood in his whole body was about to be drained away, and it was cold from his head to the soles of his feet.

Song Yu's eyes lost focus, and his knees softened unconsciously: "God is immortal and immortal, he can only worship and be invincible." ”

Just when Song Yu was about to bow down, he heard Xie Nanshi's bland words: "There is no invincible in this world." ”

Then he saw a sword, a silver long sword, with Ling Ling's coldness, as if he was swinging a calm sword in his hand, but Song Yu could feel the fierce killing intent in the sword shadow.

It may be that the sunlight is too dazzling, Song Yu subconsciously closed his eyes due to the stinging pain, and he felt the warm and viscous liquid flowing from the corners of his eyes.

He's not going to be that blind, is he? He'd only heard that gods can't look at each other, and now he can't even look at a sword?

While Song Yu was still thinking nonsense, a person walked up to him as if with a chill of wind and snow, and then a touch of coldness touched his eyes, soothing all the pain in an instant.

Xie Nanshi's voice came from the front, and it seemed to have a hint of a smile: "You can open it." ”

If you should coax, you will coax. Song Yu's eyelids rolled slightly, but he still didn't open them immediately: "Haven't we already transitioned the evil god to the paper man?" What's going on here? ”

After a while, when Song Yu's patience was about to disappear, he heard Nanshi's slightly apologetic voice: "This child's situation is a bit special, it is not an ordinary human skin host, although the paper man is useful, there is no way to trap him for too long." ”

Song Yu only opened his eyes now, and he saw Nanshi frowning and contemplating. The little boy who had almost frozen his blood was wrapped in a cocoon-like charm, struggling in the middle of the courtyard.

Song Yu was very curious, but given that he could only see the little boy at this time??? ] state, Yi did not rush forward: "So, now the evil god is indeed in this child's body?" Before that, he was playing us? I'll just say that it's so easy to attach yourself to a paper figure, and the difficulty is obviously very high. ”

Xie Nanshi obviously didn't understand what Song Yu's words meant, and only understood the other party's appeal from the tone. There seemed to be a little more warmth in his cold eyes, and he spoke slowly: "That child's life has actually come to an end, but it was renewed by the evil god, and it can't be completely regarded as a person in the first place." ”

It's more like a vessel for evil gods than for a living person. But in the end, the child is not really dead.

After a pause, Xie Nanshi seemed a little annoyed that he had failed to see through the strange ghost's methods. Song Yu pondered that this was probably because Xie Nanshi began to be troubled by his excessively high moral standards again, so he decisively changed the topic: "Fortunately, it is now controlled by you." By the way, what about your sword? ”