Chen Shu walked briskly through the bedroom to the kitchen.

Slowly opened the cabinet door, took out the pig-killing knife, put it on the table, and then closed all the curtains, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Only the pig-killing knife on the table was flickering, and the light gradually became stronger from the faint at the beginning, like a vigorous life in the excitement and vigor, to the dazzling in the back.

The breath of life is in it, and in the darkness, it seems that there is a sound of the Tao rejoicing, and the heaven and earth are wrapped as if in the mother's womb, and there is a heartbeat thumping thump, every beating is like stepping on the pulse of life, and every call is like waking up a sleeping soul in the darkness.

Some brilliance gradually spread out from the blade, blurry and dreamy, like a dream from a long time ago.

Chen Shu lightly touched the brilliance like a cloud, and everything around him was frantically retreating backwards, passing through the colorful space-time tunnel, and he came to the time when everything had just begun.

In the middle of a small town from a hundred years ago.

Inside a blacksmith's shop.

The smell of sweat and rust mixed with the fiery stove.

Bang bang bang!

A bare-chested strong man stood in front of the anvil, wielding a sledgehammer in his hand, and his waist exerted force together, and the sledgehammer smashed into the red pig iron burned on the anvil as if it had no weight.

His movements are very standard, each hammer is almost in the same place, and the sweat is accompanied by the sparks, with some smell of flowing water, which makes the boring tempering look pleasing to the eye.

By degrees.

Back and forth smelting and forging.

The red-hot iron gradually turned into the shape of a knife in the process of hammering and hammering.

It then goes through several processes of quenching, tempering, grinding and polishing.

Finally, the handle was installed, and after a simple test, the 70-centimeter-long pig-killing knife was put on the shelves, waiting for its owner to come and pick it up.

It's not a long time.

A young man with a big waist came and took it away.

Chen Shu always felt familiar, probably a little similar to his father's appearance.

Probably this is his own pig killer, great-grandfather?

On the day it was taken, the pig-killing knife saw blood, it was a pig weighing about 200 pounds, the blade of the knife pierced through the neck, straight into the heart, the pig let out a howling sound, blood flowed out, stained the hilt.

Great-grandfather laughed and said, "Good knife, good knife." ”

The sound of the pig-killing knife seemed to sound together in the dark:

[My first master, praised me for being a peerless sword]

[I think he's right]

Chen Shu: "Huh? ”

He was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Afterward.

Year after year passed.

My great-grandfather became more and more sophisticated in killing pigs, and at most he slaughtered thirteen pigs a day.

In Chen Shu's mind, these pictures were like a montage, flying by, but they made him clearly know what was happening.

The Pig Killer didn't know how many pigs he had killed, and its heart was as cold as its body, and it was full of bones.

Its original brand new hilt was already full of bump marks, and there were so many blood stains that it was no longer recognizable in its original color, and now it looked like a black that didn't look clean, but no one cared.

All they care about is that it's a good knife that kills pigs.

[Someone once said that he has traveled a lot, seen many people, and seen many knives, but there has never been a knife that has impressed him so deeply as I do, making it difficult for him to let go. 】

Chen Shu was like a bystander, observing the life of the pig killer.

But when he saw the above sentence, he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

If I'm not mistaken, the original words of the people were, "This knife is good, is it sold?" ”

Great-grandfather directly refused!

They left without looking back!

What do you make up for in your brain?

Time went by.

The picture flashed quickly, and with the prosperity of the family, this pig-killing knife that contributed to the family Li Xia was gradually shelved.

Eventually, it was enshrined, and the blood of the animal was sacrificed to the body every day, and the body was nourished by spiritual thoughts.

That's it.

Many more years have passed.

[In my life, I have seen too much blood, and sometimes I look at the world coldly, until this time, I understand that everything in the world is like a pig, and nothing cannot be killed. 】

Chen Shu: "......"

Didn't you just slaughter some chickens, ducks and fish?

The picture kept changing, and finally it was frozen in the picture of the young man holding a knife and slashing the spirit.

[It's just a god, but that's it. 】

Chen Shu: "......"

The image then changes, and the boy wipes the blade with the blood from the bottle.

[Kill the gods again today, and drink the blood of the gods! ] 】

Chen Shu: "......"

Then flashed back and came to a certain mission, Chen Shu was itchy for a while, and slashed the evil spirit with a knife.

They are too weak, too weak! 】

[Nope! 】

[It's me who is too strong!] 】

[I'm really, too strong! 】

Chen Shu: ???

Who did you learn this from!?

Ultimately.

All the images were frozen, and shattered, revealing the young man's calm and deep eyes, staring at it quietly.

What was revealed in front of Chen Shu's eyes was a man with a big waist and a round waist, with horizontal flesh on his face, a gray complexion, teeth like rows of nails, he was shirtless, his pants looked shabby, a little blood stained on it, and the pig-killing knife was held in his hand.

The breath is very weak, but it is just a newly generated spirit.

After a hundred years of worship, the pig killing knife became a god.

He looked at Chen Shu with an unsightly smile on his face:

"I'm a slashing sword!"

"You are my lord?"

Chen Shu: "......"

Where did this strong sense of déjà vu come from?!

What if you suddenly don't want to make a contract with Him?

Suddenly.

A colossal power of heaven and earth appeared out of thin air, like a turbulent sea, and like a rushing pure white river, along a line, like a whale sucking a long river, poured into the body of the pig-killing knife!

When all things become gods, heaven and earth will bring blessings.

There was a shout of joy between heaven and earth, as if hearing life murmuring, insects chirping, seeds breaking their shackles in the earth and seeing the dawn; It was as if hearing the cry of joy, the bones were whispering, and countless gods were cheering, as if they had ushered in a new life.

And the breath on the body of the pig-killing knife is like riding on a rocket, rising wildly!

From the weak spirit aura at the beginning, it soared all the way.

Bang!

It's like some kind of shackle has been opened.

The momentum of the pig-killing knife is soaring again!

Instantly reached the realm of wandering gods!

And that's not all.

At this time, the Linghe was still frantically pouring into the body of the pig-killing knife!

Youshen Intermediate Rank!

Wandering God Advanced!

It wasn't until the peak of the wandering god that it gradually stopped!

"Wandering God?!"

This voice came from the bodies of the two of them, one from Chen Shu, and the other naturally from the Pig Killing Knife.

It's just that Chen Shu is surprised, but the pig killing knife is angry.

And it's out of anger.

"Thief God!"

"I'm a slashing sword!"

"I have slain thousands of gods with the Lord!"

"You only gave me the personality of the Wandering God?!"

"Damn it! Damn it! ”

Chen Shu: "......"

What the is going to do?!

It's still work, and I'm sorry for the delay. It's already one o'clock, and my friends go to bed early.

(End of chapter)