I can't invite God, I have to become God myself

Chapter 61
Chen Shu quickly walked through the bedroom and came to the kitchen.

Slowly opened the cabinet door, took out the butcher's knife, put it on the table, and then drew all the curtains, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Only the butcher's knife on the table was shining with light, and the light gradually became stronger from the weak at the beginning, like a vigorous life bursting with excitement, and then it became dazzling at the back.

There is a breath of life in it, and in the dark, there seems to be a sound of joy and encouragement. The world is wrapped as if it is in the mother's womb. There is a heartbeat beating, and every beating is like It is stepping on the pulse of life, and every call seems to wake up the soul sleeping in the dark.

Some brilliance gradually spread out from the blade, blurred and dreamy, like a long-lasting dream.

Chen Shu lightly touched the brilliance like a cloud, and everything around him was going backwards crazily. Through the radiant space-time tunnel, he came to the time when everything just started.

In a small town a hundred years ago.

Inside a blacksmith shop.

The smell of sweat was mixed with the hot stove, and the smell of rust was also mixed in it.

Bang bang bang!
The fierce iron collision brought out a little bit of sparks, and a shirtless strong man stood in front of the anvil, swinging a sledgehammer in his hand, and the waist exerted force together, the sledgehammer seemed to have no weight, and smashed continuously Burning red pig iron on the anvil.

His movements are very standard, each hammer almost hits the same place, sweat along with the sparks, with some flowing taste, making the boring exercise look pleasing to the eye.

Gradually.

Back and forth smelting and forging.

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

Then go through several processes of quenching, tempering, grinding and polishing.

Finally, the handle was installed, and after a simple test, the butcher's knife with a blade length of [-] centimeters was placed on the shelf, waiting for its owner to come and pick it up.

This time is not long.

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

Chen Shu always felt familiar, probably because he was somewhat similar to his father.

Perhaps this is his great-grandfather, a pig butcher from all over the world?
On the day it was taken away, blood was seen on the butcher's knife. It was a pig weighing about [-] jins. The blade pierced through the neck and went straight into the heart. The pig howled and the blood flowed out. Contaminated on the handle.

The great-grandfather smiled happily, and said repeatedly: "A good knife, a good knife."

The sound of the pig-killing knife seemed to ring out together in the dark:
[My first master praised me as a peerless knife]

[I think he is right]

Chen Shu: "Huh?"

He keenly sensed something was wrong.

later.

Year after year passed.

Great-grandfather's pig-killing skills became more and more sophisticated. At the most, he slaughtered [-] pigs in one day.

In Chen Shu's mind, these pictures were like a montage, passing by quickly, but they let him clearly know what happened.

The butcher's knife didn't know how many pigs he had killed. Its heart became as cold as its body, and there were bones behind it.

Its original brand-new hilt was full of bump marks, and the blood stains were so soaked that the original color could no longer be seen. Looking at it now, it was just a black spot that didn't look clean, but no one cared.

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

[Someone once said that he has traveled to many places, met many people, and seen many knives, but he has never had such a deep impression on him as I did, making it difficult for him to let go. 】

Chen Shu is like a bystander, observing the life of Butcher Dao.

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

If I remember correctly, the original words of the people were "This knife is very good, is it for sale?"

Great-grandfather refused directly!

They left without looking back!
What are you thinking about?
Time went on.

The picture flashed quickly, and as the family flourished, the pig-killing knife that Li Xia contributed so much to the family was gradually shelved.

In the end, it was gradually enshrined, and the blood of livestock was sacrificed to the body every day to nourish the body with spiritual thoughts.

that's it.

Many years passed.

[In my life, I have seen too much blood, and sometimes I look at the world with cold eyes. It was not until this time that I realized that everything in the world is like a pig, and there is nothing that cannot be killed. 】

Chen Shu: "..."

Didn't you just kill some chickens, ducks and fish?
The picture keeps changing, and finally freezes on the picture of the boy cutting the spirit with a knife.

[A mere god, that's all. 】

Chen Shu: "..."

The scene then changed, and the boy wiped the blade with the blood in the bottle.

[Slaying the gods again today, I should drink the blood of the gods! 】

Chen Shu: "..."

Then flashed back, came to a certain mission, Chen Shu was eager to kill evil spirits with a knife.

【They are too weak, too weak! 】

【Do not! 】

[It's me who is too strong! 】

[I'm really, really strong! 】

Chen Shu:? ? ?
Who did you learn this from! ?

finally.

All the pictures were frozen and then broken, revealing the boy's calm and deep eyes, staring at it quietly.

In front of Chen Shu's eyes was a man with big arms and a round waist. His face was blushing, his face was blue-gray, and his teeth were like nails. The knife is being held in hand.

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

It took a hundred years of worship, killing pigs with a knife, and became a god.

He looked at Chen Shu with an ugly smile on his face:
"I am the Divine Sword of Severing!"

"You are my lord?"

Chen Shu: "..."

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

What should I do if I suddenly don't want to sign a contract with Him?
Suddenly.

A colossal force of heaven and earth appeared out of thin air, like a raging sea, and like a rushing pure white river, along a line, poured into the body of the butcher's knife like a whale sucking a long river!
After all things become gods, the heaven and the earth will send down blessings.

There was a sound of cheers from the heaven and the earth, as if hearing life whispering, bugs chirping, seeds breaking through the earth to see the dawn; it was also as if hearing joyful screams, bones creaking softly, Countless gods are cheering, as if welcoming a new life.

And the aura above the body of Butcher Knife is like riding on a rocket, rising crazily!

From the weak spiritual body breath at the beginning, it has soared all the way.

boom!
It's like opening some shackles.

The aura of the pig-killing knife soared up again!

Reached the realm of wandering gods in an instant!
And that's not the end.

At this time, the Ling River is still frantically pouring into the body of the butcher's knife!
Intermediate wandering god!

Advanced Wandering God!

It wasn't until the peak of the Wandering God that it gradually stopped!
"Wandering God?!"

The voices came from two people, one was from Chen Shu, and the other was naturally from Suicide Knife.

It's just that Chen Shu was surprised, but Butcher's Knife was angry.

And out of anger.

"God thief!"

"I am the Divine Sword of Severing!"

"I have followed the Lord to kill thousands of gods!"

"You only give me the status of wandering god?!"

"Should kill! Kill!"

Chen Shu: "..."

This fucking is okay? !

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)