Early the next morning.

Looking at the tidy living room and the medicines that were put back in place, Yu Sheng's eyes did not linger too much, and he still maintained his daily rhythm.

Cook, eat.

Every bite of the meal is eaten very slowly, and he keeps chewing it in his mouth, with a solemn expression, as if this is a very sacred thing.

There is no need to go to school for the next few days.

According to convention, those who have just awakened need to absorb demon crystals to strengthen their overall physical fitness, including the eggs that are hatching.

And this can only be done at home.

Of course, if you can, you can also go to a training class that specializes in helping newly awakened people absorb hedrons.

It's just that most of it is an IQ tax.

After brushing the dishes and chopsticks, Yu Sheng put on his coat and pushed open the door and walked out.

This kind of remote city is generally dominated by the elderly, and the young people have their own ideals and lofty ambitions, carrying their bags alone, traveling alone, and finally dying in a foreign country.

The city is not too big, and Yu Sheng walked about two streets away and turned into a corner.

There is a grocery store running inside.

The seller was a middle-aged uncle, perhaps because he had no business, and he sat boredly in his chair and yawned from time to time.

Seeing Yu Sheng come in, the middle-aged man just glanced at it casually: "The thing is on the table." ”

Yu Sheng didn't respond, and walked straight to a small shabby table and picked up a cloth bag on it.

"Hey, you're done paying it back."

The middle-aged man casually turned off the TV, and when he looked at the rest of his life, his expression had become serious, and his left side of his face was exposed.

On the left side of his face, there is a hideous scar.

From the forehead to the chin.

It's like a centipede lying on its face, which makes people shudder.

"Hmm."

Yu Sheng responded softly and looked at the middle-aged man: "See you later." ”

After saying that, he left with the bag that was still stained with oil.

Looking at the back of the rest of his life, the middle-aged man grinned, obviously smiling, but there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes: "I won't see it for a while in the future." ”

got up, tidied up his clothes, and the middle-aged man walked out of the grocery store and gradually walked away.

In the inner room of the grocery store, there was a fat bald man who had apparently fallen into a coma.

……

"Over there in Xinhai City, several demon beasts suddenly appeared in the urban area, and the casualties were very heavy!"

At the door of a shop on the street, the boss was bored basking in the sun and swiping his mobile phone, when a news suddenly popped up, stood up suddenly, and exclaimed.

A group of people around quickly gathered around and kept discussing.

"Although Xinhai City is a remote area, there is also a demon removal pavilion."

"How could this happen?"

One asked.

The boss shook his head while scrolling through the news: "The news said that it was because of the turmoil outside the city that day, and it was suspected that there were demon clans, and most of the people except the Demon Pavilion were not in the city at that time. ”

"Ugh..."

"The situation is getting more and more unstable, and we won't have any trouble here."

"I hope so."

"Recently, there have been more and more demon clans infiltrating, is it that the demon control side can't withstand it?"

A group of people were talking without a word, and the news revealed in everyone's words expressed a meaning.

Singing and declining.

Since the revival of the aura a hundred years ago, the demon race has also followed the rise, and the living environment of the human race has become more and more difficult.

Fortunately, the first batch of Awakened people stood up and forged four passes at the cost of flesh and blood.

Demon Suppression Pass, Dawn Pass, Dome Pass, Ghost Gate Pass.

The four passes are like moats, intercepting the demon race, and every other distance, there are also human race masters sitting in town, striving not to miss any demon race to invade the human race.

And the ink pavilion is the supreme organization of the human race.

……

When I returned home, I opened the cloth bag, and inside were three translucent spars, and I could see that the inside of the spars had wisps of faint red silk threads.

This is the energy contained in the hedron.

It is also the essence of the demon clan after devouring the blood of the human race.

The door was locked, the curtains were closed, and Yu Sheng carefully pulled up a thin line at the door, and at the other end of the thin line was a small hand crossbow.

As soon as someone opens the door and comes in, the crossbow will be fired as soon as possible.

Again, the location of the window leaves a similar trap.

After dealing with everything, Yu Sheng walked to a dead corner of the room and sat down, ensuring that if someone came in, he would not find out about his existence for the first time, so he held the spar and slowly closed his eyes.

And in the spar, the red silk thread also seemed to come alive at this moment, constantly swaying in the spar, pouring into the palm of the rest of his life.

The phantom of the egg appeared again on the top of the head of the rest of his life, and under the nine golden lines, the egg became more and more mysterious.

Faintly, the nine lines began to spread very slowly, as if they were about to completely cover the egg.

……

A deep mountain not far from the Demon Pass.

An old man in a loose white coat sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, and suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"It's not going to work."

With a faint word, the old man's gaze fell on the foot of the mountain.

Several people in red robes stopped suddenly, and the leader was a young man with a handsome face, who raised his head and looked at the old man on the top of the mountain, showing a sunny smile, harmless to people and animals: "Senior, just borrow a way." ”

"We are all human races, and we must help each other."

The old man shook his head slowly, and repeated again: "This road is not passable. ”

"What if I insist on going from here today?"

The smile on the young man's face gradually retracted, and he looked at the old man playfully and said.

"Die."

The voice was still flat, as if he was stating a fact, and as his voice fell, a scepter phantom suddenly appeared behind him, and on the scepter, there were seven spars of different shapes, which were extremely bright.

In the mountains and forests, the flowers and plants are automatically swaying without wind, as if they have come to life at this moment.

"The juniors are just joking."

"My Divine Cult has always been working hard for the human race, and there is no second heart."

"The same human race, how can they quarrel with their predecessors."

"Juniors say goodbye."

He bowed respectfully to the old man, and then the young man led everyone backwards and slowly left.

"Let you go?"

The old man spoke again, and the scepter solidified itself in the dirt beside the old man.

The light of the seven hedrons became more and more brilliant.

"Senior... What else can I advise? ”

The young man lowered his head, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, but his tone was as respectful as before.

"I just wanted to tell you, go back and tell you the throne, change the name."

"It's good to be called a cult."

"You people are not Terrans."

"If it weren't for the old man who needed to guard this place, it would not be appropriate to do it, you would already be dead."

The old man looked at the young man calmly and said lightly.