Chapter 32: Shocked!
"That's right, God. When Liguang was resting, he suddenly said, and God also asked, "What's the matter?" Liguang raised his head, looked at the sky, and said, "What is the capacity of qi during your 'deflation ceremony'?" "It's between five hundred and one thousand. God thought about it and gave this answer. Liguang smiled bitterly and said, "I can't tell you the truth, I'm now called the 'Grim Reaper'." I only had ten to fifteen gas volumes when I deflated. The god was also shocked, this "Grim Reaper" who was feared by the world had such a low qi capacity at the beginning. Liguang's thoughts went back to nine years ago: "
At that time, I was a five-year-old child. I am very happy to think that I will be able to deflate next year. Deflation rituals: Everyone has an 'air pocket', which is an organ responsible for providing qi to people. There are a total of six layers of meridians blocking the air pockets. The deflation ritual is to eliminate the first layer of meridians. The second layer has four neural channels that connect all the way beyond the sixth layer for people to use. A deflation ritual is the ritual that makes a person someone who can fight. The amount of gas that everyone has at the beginning when they deflate is different. More than 1,000 and 500 are called geniuses, more than 1,000 are called superior, more than 500 are ordinary people, more than 100 are considered weak, and less than 100 are waste! When I was five years old, I strayed into my father's room. Curious to see what was in my father's room, I flipped through a book with a yellow cover. This is my father's diary. I flipped through it, and it looked like this:
July 29th
I'm going to deflate in ten minutes, so I'm so excited. My father and mother have high expectations of me, even my teachers. I'm sure I'll be able to reach the level of a genius, haha. Mom called me, I'm going, you wait!
......
Why? Why? Why is this happening? I'm a waste, I, I, why am I? The eyes of those people treat me like garbage. The teacher ignored me anymore. My father too, and my mother fainted on the spot. I'm useless!
I didn't watch the rest of it. I was shocked. I heard footsteps, and I quickly put the book back and slipped out.
A year later, it was time for me to deflate. I walked up to the stage and looked at an old man in front of me, who was going to help me deflate. He put his hand on my head, and after a few seconds, he said a few words slowly: 'Waste, material. I'm only getting to the point of scrap wood. Others said to me, 'Hahahaha, sure enough, the son of the scrap is also the scrap. I cried and ran home all the while wondering why my dad had passed on such a terrible pedigree to me. My dad bowed his head. A few days later, my dad came to find me. He poured a bottle of potion into my mouth. I felt a spicy sensation in my mouth, and my throat was very painful, and I immediately lost consciousness. When I woke up, I saw my father, who handed me a sword. I held it in my hand, and before I could finish admiring the sword, the sword pierced through my dad. It was he himself who pounced on my sword. Blood dripped to the ground. He put his finger on my head and said, 'I'm sorry, it's atonement.' I don't know how to describe how I felt. The sword slowly changed in my hand, and the sword turned into a stick, and on top of the stick was a scimitar, a sickle. I couldn't control myself that day and killed my mother, my brother, and a cousin. Then I was kicked out of the house and went to the palace. Somehow, my strength has increased by leaps and bounds, and in just one month, my gas capacity has reached more than 10,000. After that, they were called the 'Five Gods'. The scythe is sealed in my right hand, which is the Forbidden Right Hand. That's my past. God was speechless in astonishment. Liguang came again: "This is amazing, okay, it's time for us to act." Liguang stood up and walked towards Xun Qian's house, and God hurriedly followed. I thought to myself: Liguang, the captain of the master's combination. I have seen two different treatments at such a young age, and I can still be as optimistic as I am now. Sure enough, it's so strong!