Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

277 - God Realm Comes

Falian was not originally called Falian.

It doesn't matter what the original name was. The porter's name, which is similar to Zhang Goudan, Li Gouzheng and Caitou, is not very suitable as the name of a leader - the leader also calls himself a name to satisfy his sense of vanity. To put it mildly, he calls him a nicer name. The leader, called a leader, to put it bluntly, is just the head of a refugee group of nearly 200 people.

Even if he became the leader, it was not because of his strong management skills, or because he had status advantages that refugees such as soul master nobles could not match.It's just because when the soul masters stayed away from these refugees due to the plague, his strong figure of nearly two meters could give the precarious refugees an incomparable sense of security.

And he has a heart that is willing to express himself.

In other words, a relatively strong sense of responsibility.

He is not a soul master and does not have a martial spirit, but with his strong body and strength, it is relatively easy to drive away the beasts and bandits on the way of the refugees - a team of nearly 200 people, as long as they are not dizzy, it is generally , there won't be any wild beasts and bandits who don't have eyesight to bump into them.

He has no management experience, let alone talent in this area, but relying on the prestige established after the soul master left, he still formed a team responsible for managing the basic order - not to mention that he has no management ability, but this is There is no shortage of small businessmen and housekeepers among the refugee ranks.

But to put it bluntly, these risks are still in the refugee group and are within the scope that ordinary people can handle. Once encountering a danger that is beyond the capabilities of the entire refugee group, Falian believes that his strong body of nearly two meters and the fact that he has never received education The head can only become a decoration.

For example, those weird "plagues" that made the imperial soldiers and soul master nobles helpless and could only avoid them, adding countless management costs to him.

To be honest, Falian scratched his already smooth head countless times and couldn't imagine whether this was a plague or not.Before this plague, he had never seen any so-called plague. He could only get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg from the words of the people around him. Without exception, they all mentioned words such as illness and death.

But the "plague" that affected all the Shrek refugees...

How should I put it, except for the darkening of the eyes and occasionally falling into long-term mind wandering, there are not many characteristics of patients seen in the patients. They are no different from ordinary people.

Of course, since the soul masters all thought it was a plague, it was hard for him, an ordinary person, to raise any questions.

After all, the soul masters did not directly burn the people and areas that might be infected with the plague to ashes as rumored, but let them fend for themselves, and even allowed them to leave the wasteland in front of Jialing Pass to find a way out. This was already an invitation to heaven. Fortunately.

Another example is the evil soul master.

As a person who has been dealing with businessmen traveling from north to south in Shrek City all year round, it can be said that Falian has little knowledge, but it cannot be said that he is ignorant.

At least this insight surpasses that of most ordinary people. At least he knows that in addition to the soul masters who protect justice and maintain order, there is also a kind of existence called evil soul masters that can bring death and fear.

Isn't it because some evil soul masters are responsible for why they became refugees?
For such a group of people, Falian could only pray that he would not encounter them before the refugee team arrived at their destination.

Unfortunately, just like a sudden heavy rain in a clear sky, everything in the world will not go as planned - they finally encountered the embodiment of the darkness of this land in a heavy rain.

Naturally, a group of refugees who don't even have the most basic Soul Warriors can resist a Contra.So when Falian was the first to stand up and was seriously injured with an easy slap, he could only lie in the mud and watch helplessly as the group of people he wanted to protect became the prey of the evil soul master.

The rain keeps falling.

There was no hope of survival.

Falian also closed his eyes in despair, no longer looking at the flying pieces of meat or listening to the screams. He just hoped that there would be a more pleasant way to die later.

Until he opened his eyes again, the rain was still falling.

But the evil soul masters are in trouble. The light of red, gold, blue, purple and other soul skills projects brilliant colors through the rain curtain; there are noisy fighting sounds such as wild laughter, explosions, painful shouts and curses. Together with the sound of rain and thunder, death is played.

Like the legend told by the bard in the tavern who could strum the harp strings with a glass of wine, the evil spirit masters were dead when the real protagonists arrived.

It was like being crushed to death like an insect.

Falian didn't know if that was the protagonist, but it didn't matter, as long as he was the savior of more than a hundred people like them.

So under the flash of lightning, he looked at the silver-haired boy who was too beautiful to be human, and said those words in a mysterious way: "Brother, can you hire you to protect us for a while?"

……

"Sir, is there anything wrong?" Falian stood in front of the tent, carefully looking at the silver-haired young man in front of the tent, while considering his words, trying not to let those vulgar words that had become a habit at the bottom come out of his mouth. pop up.

To be honest, when those words came out that day, Falian wanted to slap himself on the spot.

Hiring is essentially using money or other treasures to make others do something, but where can a group of refugees come up with a gold soul coin that is enough to hire a soul master?

What's more, the pair of people in front of them are obviously the best among the soul masters - at least the evil soul master's eight shining soul rings represent what Falian knows.

Falian even realized another thing later: when he, an ordinary person, said the words "little brother" and "employment" to a soul master, it was a transgression and insult in itself.

If you put it anywhere else, you will be beaten to death.

It's just that he had dealt with soul masters too much in Shrek City in the past, which made him ignore this point.

The most incredible thing is that after the other party learned that the refugees' destination was Star Luo City, they actually agreed to protect them for a period of time.

Of course, when Falian reacted, he quickly realized one thing: he couldn't really let the employment become a practical act, so he cleverly pretended to put the other party first in everything.

Qianjie didn't have the so-called moral obsession with seizing power, so he naturally took over the management of the refugees.

Facts have proved that this choice is correct. Qianjie doesn't even need to do anything. Those who could not be dispatched by Falian in the past began to behave like kittens, and the panic that lingered in the team from the beginning also disappeared - for a group of just For refugees who have been hunted by evil soul masters, they need the safety and security brought by this strange soul master more than the changes and atrocities that a strange soul master may bring.

Not to mention that this strange soul master did not do anything all day long, just stay in the tent and wait for others to serve him.

At least he would use a pair of eyes that could not see anything to care about the plague that broke out again in the team after the attack of the evil soul master, and he would also help people without martial souls to awaken their martial souls for free...

This is enough to make the precarious refugees loyal.

"Don't worry, Uncle Fa, at least I can't see anything wrong now." Qianjie turned his head and "looked" at the woman in the tent who seemed to have lost her soul. Just like many people in the team who had seen the "plague" and As he described it, the biggest manifestation of this so-called "plague" is loss of consciousness. People who wake up are completely unaware of what happened during the absence.

Theoretically speaking, this is not a traditional "plague", it is more like some kind of spiritual or soul problem.Qianjie's first reaction after learning about the "plague" was the same, so when he came into contact with the patient, he also used spiritual methods.

The final conclusion is that a piece of the soul of these sick people has disappeared, and the missing piece is very small, so small that it will not have any adverse effects except occasional loss of consciousness.

However, the intensity of this absence is a bit high. All external stimulation methods, such as pain, soul power, and mental power, cannot wake up the absentee person from it. They can only wait silently for the patient to come back to his senses on his own.

It's no wonder that the soul masters are helpless and avoid it - when it comes to souls, don't worry about how harmful it is. It's always right to stay away.

It's a bit like the methods of evil soul masters. After all, evil soul masters torture souls for more than a day or two.

But not quite like it.

Because for the evil soul masters, the operation of taking away a small piece of soul is meaningless - the soul is not a leek, and it cannot grow out after adding a small piece.

It is unlikely that it was operated by a conscientious evil soul master - the benefits of cutting off a small amount of souls for each person are far worse than directly killing two enemies who are not pleasing to the eye.

The most important thing is that Gu Bing, a super Douluo who is very sensitive to evil auras, did not feel the presence of evil soul masters in a hundred miles radius when there was a sudden new case - evil soul masters are weird. But one must abide by the basic logic of a soul master. No soul master can perform delicate operations on the soul from a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles.

Unfortunately, Yi Lao fell into a deep sleep.

Qianjie sighed with regret in his heart. Electrolux was the undoubted authority on this land when it came to the soul.

And the Ice Emperor...

There is a saying, this is a simple tenant, or a tenant who is now asleep. Why not ask her other souls who also live in the sea of ​​​​spirits - the old people of Wuhun Palace and the members of Poseidon Pavilion in the past generations, But he understands evil soul masters and souls better than Ice Emperor.

Just do what he said, Qianjie immediately threw his consciousness into the noisy sea of ​​​​spirits that seemed to be fighting at any time.

After a while, a sigh came from Qianjie's mouth, and he walked towards the children who were playing in the camp, "Come here, I will teach you some basic knowledge of martial arts today."

There is no answer, and the conclusion is almost the same - there is a high probability that the blame can only be placed on the evil soul master.

Anyway, the evil soul master’s weird methods are endless and that’s it.

But even if a certain evil soul master's account suddenly gets crazy and wants to play this kind of crowdfunding game, does he have the ability?
Qianjie was skeptical. He knew all the evil soul master titles.

He had reason to throw the blame to a certain villain in the sky again, but he would not be able to cause trouble for it again in a short time.

So Qianjie brought his thoughts back to the present.

A bunch of short colored blocks representing children have gathered around.

In fact, only one or two of them have extremely low innate soul power, but this does not prevent them from being interested in everything about soul masters.

The so-called children with more detailed knowledge of martial arts will not need it, but some common sense that can be explained clearly in a few paragraphs - and things that can be explained clearly in just a few paragraphs are also accessible to civilians in the Douluo Three Kingdoms today. Something less than.

There is one thing to say. Although he was fully mentally prepared for the Douluo Three Kingdoms, Qianjie still complained in his heart: Thousands of years ago, the village chief of any small village could tell the general situation of martial arts. A useless thing who could never break through to level [-] in his lifetime, he took all kinds of common sense as his own in the name of spreading precious knowledge to civilian soul masters. Unexpectedly, ten thousand years later, it would actually become something that requires a certain social status or opportunity to understand. Knowledge……

It can be regarded as a reverse implementation of dreams in a sense.

After coaxing a group of children, Qianjie tidied up his clothes and walked outside the camp. As he walked, he looked to his side and said, "Stop scolding you. If you scold you again, believe it or not, I will really throw your son into the camp." Yuexuanli?"

There was also a plump middle-aged woman beside him, a shrew that fit people's traditional impression.

Of course, this is an undead, a dead man from Shrek City - it's great to be an army by one person, but it's quite noisy in the ears.

"You really haven't changed at all. You're always so talkative."

A soft, singing voice sounded the moment he stepped out of the camp, full of love like a gentle mother.

The sound came from two people standing outside the camp.

Two colors that have followed the refugee team for a long time in the perception of thousands of tribulations.

One purple, one green.

It is the only color in the black and white world of thousands of kalpas.

People who can leave a color in their mental perception are destined not to be simple people, so Qianjie did not come out the first time he sensed these two people. Instead, after waiting for several days, he found that these two people were still the same. I started to take the initiative to contact them while still following them.

Qianjie let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like they were acquaintances again, acquaintances from the previous life, so it was easy to say, "Can you tell me your names, or titles?"

"You can call me the God King of Destruction and call her the Goddess of Life. Of course, we prefer you to call us directly by our names: Ometikutli and Omexihuato." The person who answered Qianjie this time was a A male voice, a male voice that seemed to contain thunder.

"Tsk, did you choose to take matters into your own hands after the failure of God King Shura?" When hearing the two names that should be extremely noble, Qianjie didn't show much respect.

"You can understand that, but it's not this time. We still want to talk to you and the Silver Dragon King first, just like we did tens of thousands of years ago before you became a god." It was still a singing female voice, but after listening carefully, it became clear that You will find that the underlying tone of his loving voice is full of rational indifference - not only indifference to a person in Qianjie, but more to the earth.

This indifference is not so unexpected for Qianjie - he has a martial soul with the attribute of life, a god's partner and a demigod teacher. He understands what is going on - transforming this life into something People who reach the top of their journey are often the individuals who have the least sense of life.

Because only by treating life as ordinary can we explore the origin and process of life with an absolutely calm bystander attitude.

　good night

　　PS: Ometecuhtli, Omecihuatl

　　Aztec mythology: twin gods of destruction and life

　　
　
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