In summer and April, there was a great drought and locusts in seven states.

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Since the first year of Jianning, natural disasters have continued in various places.

Earthquakes, locust plagues, moth plagues, hailstorms, floods, pestilences, droughts.

There are only a few strokes in the history books, and when they fall on the heads of the small people in Qian, it is a big mountain.

In a dry riverbed, a group of displaced people moved numbly.

The locusts that flew in the sky a few days ago had already eaten all the crops in the field.

The people who could not survive began to peel the bark of trees for food, even the leaves of elm and willow trees.

Whether it was a private or official tree, a large tree or a small tree, all of them were cleaned up, leaving only the pale torsos standing on the field.

Between the villages, there is not a single trace of green to be seen, but every plant, whether poisonous or not, has been eaten up.

The victims waited on the ground, waiting for something to grow in the soil, and as soon as any grass seedlings appeared, they would be dug up and devoured.

After only loess remained on the surface, people began to go underground and dig up the roots.

After they couldn't even dig up the grass roots, some people began to eat Guanyin soil and red stone noodles.

But as soon as you eat these things, you are basically waiting to die.

Therefore, people who are a little more rational begin to flee the famine, along the dry riverbed, to find a way to survive.

At this moment, in the ranks of this group of displaced people, a thin young man is walking in secret, and he is struggling to move forward.

In the past month, Lu Yu has eaten either bark grass roots or dog tail grass.

And in the last few days, I haven't even eaten these things.

If he continues like this, he will probably starve to death.

In the evening, when food has not yet been found, many displaced people look at each other, especially those who are alone.

At this time, several pairs of salivating eyes stared at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu sneered, took out a firewood knife, and held it tightly in his hand.

Even if he is about to starve to death, with a ruthless force, he will take away a few people who have beaten his own ideas!

A rusty wood knife, only the edge of the knife is sharpened.

In the past few days of fleeing, Lu Yu has been targeted by many people, and this firewood knife has already seen blood.

At this moment, as long as someone dares to come over, no matter what the other party says, he will not hesitate to cut it!

When those people saw it, they hurriedly looked away, and no one came over to talk without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Lu Yu also thought about acting alone, but there were too many people fleeing the famine, and no matter where he went, he would encounter people fleeing the famine.

Soon, it was a little darker again, Lu Yu picked up some wild grass and dead branches to make a fire, and then boiled some water.

This water was dug out of the half-dry riverbed yesterday, even if it is simply filtered, it is still turbid, and it is definitely not possible to drink it directly, and it is not a big problem to boil it and drink it.

While the water was boiling, there were intermittent screams around me.

Lu Yu subconsciously picked up the firewood knife, but still put it down.

He didn't want to meddle in things.

It's not that he doesn't dare to do what is righteous, it's really meaningless.

Along the way, he has seen too many tragedies.

There are cannibalists, there are parents who eat their children, there are children who eat their parents, there are husbands and wives, brothers, friends, neighbors who eat each other!

At this moment, even if he fights desperately and saves a few people, will they be able to survive?

It's not like you're going to starve to death......

It's not these crazy people who are at fault, it's the way they are now.

The dead branches burned, making a 'crackling' sound, and after a while, there was a 'gurgling' sound, and the water boiled.

When the water was a little colder, Lu Yu drank some hot water, and his body felt a little better, so he found a comfortable position and lay on the ground.

Looking at the bright stars and the brilliant Milky Way, Lu Yu was a little distracted for a while.

It's hard to live again, and die like this, it's really unwilling.

In a trance.

He saw a young girl in a white dress.

The girl's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of smart eyes were staring nervously at a book on the desk.

The title of the book was "The Book of Covenants".

"This is the third time I've performed the Pactful Ritual, and if I can't make a contract yet, then I won't be able to make a contract again......"

"This is my last chance!"

"This time it will work!" ”

"I'm sure I'll be a spirit master!"

The girl's silver teeth bit lightly to cheer herself up.

Soon, the ceremony began.

The girl pressed her hand on the Covenant Spirit Technique, her expression was serious, and her lips opened slightly:

"I am the eldest daughter of the sect leader of the Bai family in Qingzhou, Bai Yuyao."

"There are a total of seventeen Grandmaster powerhouses in our clan."

"The ancestor of Taishang was once a half-step saint realm."

"I'm here to pray to Valhalla."

"May there be heroic spirits to protect me, help me practice, and accompany me to enlightenment."

"I hereby solemnly swear—"

"My life is with your soul, never abandon it, and on the path of practice and cultivation, you should slay demons and eliminate demons, and punish all evil in the world."

"If you agree with my will, please respond to me, sign a contract with me, and come here!"

As a set of contract words was recited in its entirety, there was no fluctuation in the Heroic Spirit.

Seeing this, the girl's expression suddenly felt a little lost: "It's still ...... Isn't it possible? ”

Now is the age of the spirits, and people have signed a contract with the spirits of ancient times to become spirits, and since then they have embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

The girl's name is Bai Yuyao, and as Fang Cai's contract words say, she was born into a prominent family of martial artists.

There are seventeen Grandmaster-level powerhouses in the family.

The Taishang Old Ancestor was once an existence in the half-step Saint Realm!

For the vast majority of ordinary people, the probability of summoning a Heroic Spirit and becoming a Soul Master is only about 1 in 10,000.

But for Bai Yuyao, who was born in a famous family, her peers of the same age basically contracted the heroic spirit.

And it's either a heroic-level heroic spirit or a hero-level heroic spirit.

She was the only one.

The contract words were changed three times.

This time, the backstage of the clan was directly revealed, but it still failed to cause a response from the Heroic Spirit.

If you don't succeed this time, then there is basically no possibility of becoming a spirit master in the future.

As the eldest princess of the Bai family in Qingzhou, she can't become a spirit master, which may become a stain on her life path.

Just when Bai Yuyao was secretly lost.

On the Book of Covenant Spirits, a glimmer of light slowly emerged.

"It's done?!"

Bai Yuyao was stunned, and couldn't help but widen her eyes, her eyes full of ecstasy.

What a thrill it feels to suddenly go from hell to heaven!

However, as the vision was fully manifested, Bai Yuyao's eyes widened again!

A ragged, unkempt, skinny teenager slowly came into her sight.

At the same time, information about this heroic spirit also appeared in Bai Yuyao's mind.

[Heroic Spirit: Lu Yu. 】

[Grade: Normal.] 】

[Title: None]

[Basic information: At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, a homeless person starved to death on the road to escape the famine. 】

Seeing this information, Bai Yuyao's eyes couldn't help but widen, she never dreamed that she would 'win'!

As we all know, the ranks of the Heroic Spirits are probably five levels: Warrior, Hero, Hero, Legend, and Myth.

And on top of these five levels, there are also the legendary "Holy Spirit" level Heroic Spirits, the powerful ones even surpass the myths, even if they are weaker, they are comparable to the mythical level.

It can be said that the "Holy Spirit" level Heroic Soul is even rarer than the mythical level.

It's really one in 100 million!

And as rare as the "Holy Spirit"-level Heroic Spirit, there are also "ordinary" level Heroic Spirits!

The so-called "ordinary" level Heroic Spirit is a weak existence that is not even as good as the warrior level.

They are not qualified to become heroic spirits, but they are just small people who have disappeared in the long river of history.

It's just that because of some fate, I was lucky enough to become a heroic spirit.

This type of Heroic Spirit is extremely weak, and it is difficult to provide much help to the Master, and often even hinders the Master.

Contracted a primary-level Heroic Spirit...... If this kind of thing gets out, I'm afraid it's even more of a joke than not being able to become a spirit master!

At that time, she would definitely become a joke in the circle of martial artists! Even his own father will be disgraced!!

Thinking of this, Bai Yuyao's mouth was bitter, but looking at the homeless young man in front of her, her heart inevitably softened, and she couldn't say anything to complain about.

It's really pitiful, the age is similar to himself, and he starved to death on the way to escape the famine.

They all appeared as heroic spirits, and they still had this dumb expression......

Bai Yuyao picked up a piece of strawberry cake next to her that she was going to eat, and asked with some curiosity, "Can you eat this?" ”

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bai Yuyao took out another high-grade spirit stone and continued to ask, "Then, what about this?" ”