Devil Seeds

Wang Yu and the others in the hall saw a man and a woman who were "saying goodbye", but they all felt a cold air rushing straight to their foreheads from the tailbone.

As "well-informed" Demon Sect disciples, they have seen all kinds of cruelty and viciousness, and even if they haven't seen it, they have at least heard of it.

However, it is the first time I have seen and experienced such a thing that distorts human nature, willingly offers everything, and then turns into a hypocritical, empty body.

"Go! Go quickly!" Wang Yu urged in a low voice among the crowd.

It's too evil here, it's not suitable to stay for a long time.

The rest of the group also nodded their heads in agreement. As for the brother from the same sect who hasn't joined yet?

Sorry, everyone has selectively forgotten him.

After all, it is the Mozong...you can ask them to observe discipline, but you cannot force them to be brothers and sisters.

Loyalty or something has always been a luxury.

Life is hard enough and family background is strong enough to enjoy it.

"Guests, are you leaving?" Owen suddenly appeared in front of everyone, with a sincere and sincere smile on his face, and asked them in the most cordial tone.

Zhao Tianlang said on behalf of everyone: "That's right, we still have important things to do. Although this place is good, it's not a place for us to enjoy ourselves. Could it be that only entry is allowed here and no exit is allowed?"

The smile on Owen's face froze slightly, and then he took a folder from a maid who followed, and saw on the folder, what was recorded in the 'tickets' for everyone's admission, and what they used to pay for it.

Seven scaled horse beasts.

It's not expensive, but it's by no means cheap.

This made the smile on Owen's face even lighter.

The castle is opened here, not afraid of someone taking advantage.

Only those "customers" who are more serious and really paid a certain price when they first started are more difficult to retain. Those who give money will only feel sorry for the money, and those who don’t give money, of course it’s not enough to take advantage of it.

"Maybe I didn't explain clearly enough before."

"Then let me explain to you again, as long as it is what you originally had, as long as you think it is precious, you can mortgage it to the castle as a ticket to stay here. Enjoy the food, wine, beauties, and luxurious life here. pleasure. It's easy, isn't it?"

"Give up on these, and you will never come back after you walk out of this door. There is only one chance...don't miss it." Owen said to everyone.

Wang Yu said: "Then... If I think my hair is very precious, can I pay you one hair at a time, is that okay?"

Owen shook his head and said: "Of course, this is not allowed. We only charge once for the same 'currency' and will never charge it repeatedly. Hair can be paid as a whole, of course... I don't suggest that, because hair is The dignity of a man, without hair, half of the dignity is gone."

"Oh! Forget it, I think my hair is very precious, and one hair is worth a day's ticket price." Wang Yu used his own unique algorithm to reject Owen's retention, and slapped the court together with everyone. Go to the door.

After all, they are not really people from this doomsday wasteland world.

In such a wasteland world, the desire to obtain a place to breathe and a place to enjoy is actually not very high.

The aborigines in the wasteland world were replaced.

For them, a piece of cake, a bottle of wine, and a cigarette are enough to make them kill.

Under such three views, they would not consider it a loss if they just sold part of their body or soul in exchange for the right to enjoy themselves in the castle.

The smile on Owen's face has completely restrained.

He looked coldly at Wang Yu and the others, and watched them push the revolving door and walk out of the hall.

A group of people hurried down the high steps, not daring to look back at the brightly lit castle behind them.

Crossing the last brightly lit streets, they returned again to the desolate and gray ruins of the city.

With their backs in the direction of the castle, a group of six people ran at top speed.

But how can not get out of the ruins of the city.

They are confined here.

Turning around and looking, the castle also disappeared.

The sky and the earth were dark.

At this time, not far from the small town that can reverse time and space, under a low mountain with a protruding cliff, there is a deep cave that leads directly to the mountainside and the ground.

The disciples who know some construction knowledge are holding the blueprints and directing the disciples to stuff the bricks, wood, and stones that were dismantled and relocated from the ruins of the small town and neighboring cities into the cave, and then build various frames and brackets .

The "Demon Sealer" with blasting or civil engineering abilities has also become a tool man.

In the construction of the base, work is done.

Song Qingwen sat cross-legged on the cliff, his consciousness sank into his body, and he looked inside at the manic power that had grown much stronger in his body.

Mobilizing mental power...or willpower, Song Qingwen kept drawing some runes in his body that contained the meaning of 'seal' and 'restraint', trying to control the spirit in his body through a more complicated way that saves willpower. A manic force.

As you kill more and more monsters, you get more '乙'.

Even with Song Qingwen's willpower, he began to feel some shock.

After all... this is just a part of his soul.

As for the 'devil' sealed in the body, its backlash exists all the time.

The stronger it is, the more powerful it resists.

The runes carved out with willpower disappeared in an instant.

The manic power in the body has not been suppressed any more.

"No! No way!"

"Whether it's the orthodox Taoism, the Buddhist mantra, or the demon sect's magic words, I have used them all. I can't really inscribe them, imprint them on that power, and form a restraint on it."

"Maybe it's because the world is different...the rules are also different. All the mantras and Taoist sounds are interpretations of the Tao. If the Tao is different...you need to make adjustments and can't apply it." Song Qingwen silently recited the heart formula and suppressed it. Controlling the impetuousness in his mind, he stood up.

On his right hand, he holds a Bible.

The Bible has been read a little bit by him.

On the left is a stack of physics books. There are also obvious traces of flipping through.

Books such as "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy", "Theory of Electromagnetism", "Quantum Field Theory", etc., have traces of intensive reading and even taking notes.

"Two kinds of knowledge that run counter to each other, two diametrically opposed definitions of the world. Which one... can represent the true meaning of this world? And help me draw the runes that belong to this world, and seal the manic power in my body?" Song Qingwen scratched at the top of her head, the curly and dull hair that had been neglected recently.

"Elder! Report to the elder!"

"The team led by Wang Yu and Zhao Tianlang has not sent any news back for two days. It is suspected that they disappeared in the southeast direction, about two hundred miles away from the base. The disciples are searching and narrowing down the scope of the disappearance. "At the gate of the base, a disciple rode a scaled horse, flew off the horse, knelt at Murong Yunting's feet, and reported to him.

Before Murong Yun could speak, Song Qingwen stepped on the wind and slowly fell from the top of the cliff.

Although it was only twenty days, he had already mastered the power of the wind with a sense of proficiency.

"Give me the exact location with a map, and I'll take a look!" Song Qingwen couldn't think about it, and planned to go out to find some inspiration. It happened that the disappearance of Wang Yu and others made him feel interesting, and it might become an opportunity.