Gao Wunan's Legend of Wushuang

Perhaps before long, he would die on a still cold morning in Astapor.

"Great master! You finally think of your loyal slave. May I ask the humble Totoby to help you!" The old slave kept kissing the stone bricks under his feet and said tremblingly.

The good lord looked at the stinking slave with disgust, and if it wasn't for witnessing, they would even look at him dirty, "Foreigner, show us on this slave."

"Yes." Wu Feng smiled, and he took out a mask with wooden patterns. This mask is ancient and exudes a certain evil atmosphere. It is the mysterious stone ghost face of the jojo plane!

Before that, Wu Feng had already done experiments, and the human beings in this world could also be transformed by the stone ghost face.

When the stone ghost mask covered the old slave's face, countless needles popped out of it suddenly, piercing the skin and piercing the brain through the skull. The old slave screamed and covered his face and rolled desperately.

"How dare you try to murder the great good lord, the guards, and kill them all!" The good lord stood up in shock and cursed angrily.

"Why didn't you wait a little longer?" Wu Feng spread his hand, and he pointed at the old slave whose convulsions were fading away.

Sure enough, the good lord's attention was attracted.

"I'm not dead! Why do I feel so relaxed!" Suddenly a voice attracted the attention of the people on the field, and the old slave stretched out his palm and looked at his hands in a daze.

In the eyes of the other side, the wrinkles on the old slave's face disappeared, and although his body was still thin, he could faintly see the contours of his muscles, as if he had suddenly become decades younger.

"Harpy!"

"Unbelievable!"

"What a miracle!"

There was a clamor from the good lords, who saw with their own eyes how the dying old slave changed from old age to youthful vigor, as if life had come back to him at once.

"Blood! I want blood!" The slave suddenly yelled hoarsely. He rushed towards an Unsullied man and was pierced by the spear point of the opponent, but he did not die immediately. He hung on the spear while screaming. Wriggle your body.

The benevolent masters were surprised and asked dissatisfiedly, "What's going on?"

"The price of longevity." Wu Feng said slowly, "There is a mysterious power in the blood. As long as all the transformed people continue to inhale blood regularly, they can always maintain longevity and vitality."

The good masters nodded, but it is not unacceptable to suck blood, as long as they can live forever!

"Let him suck!" The Good Lord issued a cold order, and an Unsullied stepped forward in silence, took off his spiked helmet, and stretched his neck in front of the slave's sharp teeth.

The slave pounced on Unsullied, piercing his neck deeply with his sharp teeth. When fresh blood was injected into his body, his body became stronger visible to the naked eye, and the pierced wound healed quickly.

"What tenacious vitality!" the Good Lords exclaimed contentedly, their eyes gleaming greedily.

The Unsullied soon swallowed his last breath. The original slave vampire's eyes shone red, and he cast his sights on other people. Evil ticked off.

However, the instinctive obedience deep in his heart prevented him from acting rashly.

"How perfect!" The benevolent masters stepped off the stage, pinching the slave's body with their fat hands, unaware that their lives had been hovering around the god of death for several times.

They exchanged in low voices, discussing whether it was worth the bid, and the result was obvious, "Forgive me, wizards with mysterious powers, we need to discuss with other noble good lords, and they will also be participants in this business."

"Of course! As a matter of sincerity, you can try this person casually." Wu Feng nodded with a smile, "One night must be enough time for you to make a decision. I will wait for your response before dawn."

"As generous as you are." The benevolent masters bowed deeply and sent out sweet greetings. They were afraid of each other's mystery, and even coveted the temptation of eternal life, and did not dare to threaten with swords.

The quiet night passed quickly, and the most powerful good lords of Astapor walked into the tall pyramid one by one. They communicated with each other with hidden secret words, gestures and movements, and their greed for eternal life drove them crazy.

When Wu Feng came to the hall again, the eight most influential benefactors in Astapor had already been waiting here.

All eight of them were similar in appearance: stout and fat, with amber skin, broad noses, and dark eyes.The standing hair is either black, dark red, or a mixture of red and black-this is the blood sign of the Guis people.

They were also of different ranks, for two wore tokars with silver tassels, five with gold tassels, and the oldest, Grazdan, had a large white pearl.When he shifted or swung his arms in the chair, they bumped into each other with a slight rattling sound.

Except for their personal guards and confidantes, they took no one with them.

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No one added to the group... Embarrassing...

Chapter 17

When Wu Feng arrived, he already knew the answer, as can be seen from the twinkling eyes of the Good Master and the smile he tried to hide.

Grazdan, the eldest, moved restlessly in his seat, his pearls colliding with each other. He was already very old, and he might die at any time. He was also the most eager and greedy, "Wizard, I will give you the Unsullied... Seven thousand obedient tools...all of them are yours...Now! Give me a healthy body! Eternal life!"

The maid beside him presented a whip on a gold tray, the handle of which was a finely carved black keel, inlaid with gold, and attached to nine slender leather strips, each tipped with a gold-plated claw.The golden ball behind the handle was the head of a woman with sharp ivory teeth.

"Seven thousand certificates of the Unsullied, now you are their master."

"The deal is concluded." Wu Feng played with the whip in his hand, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he strolled up to the front desk.

The guard wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Grazdan, "Come!" he said, "Use your magic power and that mysterious mask to grant me eternal life!"

"as you wish."

The thorns of the stone ghost mask went deep into Grazdan's skull, and he let out a sharp cry and uncontrollable laughter. When the stone ghost mask fell off his face, a 34-year-old Ghisian face was revealed.

"Jie Jie Jie! I have never felt so good! I seem to have returned to my youth!" Grazdan looked at his fingers with cloudy eyes, which were not skinny fingers, but full of vitality and incomparable young.

"Harpy! Give it to me!" cried the good lords impatiently, and when they saw Grazdan, the oldest among them, regain his youth, they were almost mad.

After a while, sharp howls and crazy laughter continued to resound in the hall, and the good masters were converted one by one. They greedily sucked the blood of the slaves, feeling life and vitality pouring into their bodies bit by bit, enjoying this game called The feast of "eternal life".

When the morning light gradually emerged in the sky, the last good lord was transformed.

They looked at each other, the flickering red light revealed deeper greed and evil, and the surging power in their bodies endowed them with strong desire.

"Foreigners, leave behind the golden whip and mask, and then submit to us." The good lord spat out the poisonous juice, and the sound was like a poisonous snake swimming among the branches.

Wu Feng didn't raise his eyelids, his attitude was unusually indifferent, "Oh, are you trying to renege on your debt?"

"There was never a deal, the great good Lord was born to have everything! Tell us now, the secret of eternal life!"

With a loud "boom", a group of armored Astapor warriors poured in from outside the door, surrounded by layers, and pointed their spears at the few people on the field.

"Look! In addition to the Unsullied, there are also elite fighters who are loyal to us, and you can only choose to obey." The good lords laughed greedily, just as they have done countless times.

"Sure enough, the integrity of the good lord is only because the price of the sale is not enough. You are worthy of being bedbugs wriggling in the mud. Oh! No! Now you should be called inferior corpses."

The overly bland attitude made Grazdan feel uncomfortable, and he yelled at both sides, "Take down that foreigner!"

Suddenly, a black shadow sprang out from the inside of the pyramid, and he threw himself into the warriors of Astapor. His claws and sharp teeth were sharper than swords, easily piercing through the soldier's throat and heart, and his movements were like ghosts flashing. The attack couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"It's that slave!"

"How did he escape!"

The good lords screamed, they obviously chained the "lucky" slave who had obtained eternal life, and locked him in the lowest cell.

"Great master! Your loyal Totobi greets you." The soldiers on the field were either slaughtered or frightened. The ghostly figure jumped at Wu Feng's feet, and his head was buried deeply.

A vampire is evil and crazy by nature, but from the moment he was transformed, the instinct in his blood made him dare not disobey this man at all.

"Interesting, the blood of the vampire king, since it still has this ability." On the jojo plane, after killing Dior and leaving, Wu Feng obtained the most quintessential blood of the vampire king. Although he did not intend to transform into a creature like a vampire, he did When this person was transformed last time, he gave him a trace of the blood of the vampire king in a heartbeat, and unexpectedly established a wonderful connection with this person.

This kind of connection is a pure subordination relationship, as if engraved in the deepest part of the mind, completely irreversible, and even some obscure thoughts of the other party can be vaguely sensed.

"The devil... the devil!"

"He's not human!" The surviving Astapor warriors were terrified. They had never seen such an indestructible monster that could suck human blood. Showing a look of surprise.

"What a powerful and invincible force!"

"Compared to it, human beings are as fragile as fragile porcelain!"

"Praise the Harpy! Now, we also have such power!"

The good lords roared loudly, and their eyes gradually glowed red. Only Grazdan felt that something was wrong. He quietly hid in the crowd and moved towards the shadows.

"Roar!" Finally, a freshly baked corpse couldn't bear the instinctive throbbing, and rushed towards Wu Feng.

His speed is many times faster than that of the original fat pig body, even the top human fighters are no more than that, and his strength is twice that of ordinary humans. Coupled with the effect of immortality, even a small group of soldiers can Grind to death.

However, compared with Wu Feng, this kind of power is simply - too weak!

"Boom!" Just one punch deformed his cheeks, and his whole body hit the rock wall of the pyramid like a cannonball, like a mural hanging on the wall.

Even though it has become a pool of rotten flesh, the strong vitality of the corpse still keeps him alive, trying to wriggle out of the gap in the wall.

"Gululu...damn slave...help me..."

"Crack, click..." Behind him, there were gaps in the cracks of the rock wall made of masonry, and outside, the first ray of sunlight was slowly rising.

Like ice cubes meeting lava, the fluffy pudding melts in the mouth, and when wisps of light shine on the rotten meat that is trying to change its human form, the rotten meat melts and evaporates at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly .

"what!"

"What a nuisance! Sunshine!" screamed the Good Lord, and they retreated like mice into the shadows.

What they don't know is that when they gain immortality, they lose forever the right to look directly at the sun.

Wu Feng retracted his fist and turned around, his eyes shone brightly like the sun, "Now, are you ready to meet your destiny?!"

Chapter 18 Impact

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

Astapor in the early morning was full of noise and bustle, as usual, and merchants came and went to choose their favorite slaves. A large number of slaves woke up early as usual, wore cloth strips just enough to cover their bodies, and finished drinking Under the supervision of the whip bearer, they will start to work hard day after day until the end of their lives.

Today, however, is destined to be different.

“啊啊啊啊啊啊哦哦哦哦哦！”伴随着一道道声嘶力竭的哀鸣，几团不知名的“东西”从高耸的金字塔内部射出，落在了开阔的街道上、广场前、喷泉处, in the canal, and even in front of the cross where slaves were tortured.

Those things are lumps of meat wrapped in exquisite tassels, and the outlines of humans can barely be seen. Their smooth and greasy faces reveal their once noble identities. The power of resistance is like the innocent slaves they used to be under the whip and butcher's knife.

"This is... Lord Good Lord!"

"They... seem to be melting!"

"Strange—monster—"

"...Save...me..." A mass of flesh stretched out a palm full of blisters and pus, but what greeted him were snake-like footsteps and indifferent and hateful eyes.

"The Good Lord is a monster!"

"Don't touch them, you'll get sick!"

"Sunshine! It's the light that's killing this monster!"

"Mom, did you see that? The good Lord who killed you is howling!"

I don't know where it started, a slave rushed up, with a crazy desire to destroy everything, and ruthlessly bit the melting creatures on the ground.