Exorcism

Mr. Ma doesn't like high-rise buildings, but he still insists on living in the tallest building in Talang City, because it is his right, symbolizing the highest status, and he can stand at the window and look down on "all living things."

"All living beings" disgusted and fascinated him, because he used to be one of them, running around and busy for survival, and always lacked a sense of security in his heart. But now, he is so high up that he can decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of residents, right here. At this moment, he can use a simple spell to kill pedestrians or monsters on the street miles away, and the unlucky guy will not even notice where the disaster is coming from.

"It's like killing an ant." Mr. Ma said to himself and smiled. To him, this sentence was not a metaphor, but a real ability.

He stood in front of the window, looking across the many pavilions and pavilions, and found the target in the shadow of a pile of logs. It was a group of boatmen who were resting. There were about ten humans immersed in eating, and there was only one man in his twenties. The young man was talking non-stop. The young man was full of energy and was not tired from the heavy work all morning. He was pacing back and forth in front of his companions and making various passionate gestures.

Mr. Ma could use magic to listen to what the young man was saying, but he did not do so. He just wanted to prove his ability. It made no difference to him whether the young man was bragging or inciting riots.

With the spell at your fingertips, you only need to think about it, and a living life will end. The reaction of "all living beings" will not be much different from that of ants. They will pretend that they cannot see the death of their companions, and they will not even dare to look up to look for it. The source of death was to disperse in a hurry, working hard in silence for several days, thinking that they could escape death, unaware that the master above them was just killing to kill boredom.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Mr. Ma withdrew his spell. If we couldn't see the scene of "all living beings" jumping around in panic, the killing would be meaningless. Fortunately, there are many opportunities. The City of Treading Waves is a huge ant nest. He has plenty of time to play games.

The door behind him opened automatically, and a dusty sorcerer crept into the house. He had come from a long way, and after entering the city, he met Mr. Ma directly and did not dare to rest for a moment.

"Mr. Ma, I brought that person back. There was respect and fear in the sorcerer's voice. Even with such a simple sentence, he was trying to please the half-demon, and at the same time he was worried that he had gone too far.

Walking on thin ice with fear, Mr. Ma still remembers the feeling of this feeling. Seeing it from other creatures is like a newly rich person watching a stranger live his former miserable life, which always brings a series of satisfaction and encouragement.

Mr. Ma didn't speak or even look back. He left the magician aside and let him speculate anxiously. After a long time, he waved his arm, as if to drive away the disturbing insects - he had to give the other party something to offer. Something to figure out.

The magician understood immediately, bowed and exited the room, closed the door gently, and hurried downstairs, his footsteps filled with relief.

Mr. Ma really wanted to laugh, laugh out loud like a child, but he held back. Although there was no sight to see, he still put on an expression of boredom and indifference. Boredom is an emotion exclusive to aristocrats, while indifference is Only a Taoist priest should look like him, and he learned a lot from these two kinds of people.

The door opened quietly again, and the magician brought "that person". For "that person", the magician flew nearly ten thousand miles away alone, went deep into the hostile human world, experienced many dangers along the way, and finally completed his mission.

"One day late, to be precise, five hours plus a quarter of an hour." Mr. Ma still did not turn around. The satisfaction and reward from the gods were more rare than finding nectar after a long drought. He regarded himself as the god of this city.

The magician knelt down. He did not kneel down normally as he was prepared. Instead, he lost his center of gravity and fell directly to the ground. "Mr. Ma, please forgive me. I really tried my best. I dealt with dozens of talisman masters..."

Mr. Ma felt sorry that this sorcerer obviously didn't know how to please his master and actually opened his mouth to defend himself. What he should do was to admit his mistake, say what he said was useless, and even cry bitterly - no one likes a slave who likes to defend himself, even if The slave is right, but he must also consciously and voluntarily accept his mistakes.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ma felt a sense of superiority. In the past, when he was still among "all living beings", he rarely made such mistakes.

He turned around and moved his fingers. The magician who was kneeling on the ground flew out of another window. He fell more than ten feet and fell heavily to the ground. The screams stopped suddenly. He felt lucky that he did not die. , dragged his body and retreated hastily.

Mr. Ma forgot about the magician and looked at "that person" with a smile on his face, "Long time no see."

Standing at the door was a middle-aged human who had gained weight. He was looking at Mr. Ma in disbelief with his eyes wide open. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Mr. Ma was in a good mood, which was what he expected, so he smiled more on his face, "People have to return to their hometown in fine clothes to show their old friends. I can't 'return to my hometown', so I have to invite my old friends here. I hope You didn’t suffer much along the way.”

The middle-aged man shook his head numbly, still unable to believe his eyes. He slowly regained consciousness and carefully looked around the room, hoping to find something more real.

The room was not very big, and the decoration was very simple, but every item was very valuable, and he could recognize it. Even the tables and chairs were specially made by famous craftsmen in the imperial capital, as evidenced by the exquisite patterns on the wooden legs.

"So, you're not dead." The middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice dry. In fact, his whole body was feeling weak. He really wanted to find a place to sit down, but he insisted on standing, not out of politeness, nor because he wanted to appear too embarrassed. Fragile.

"I'm still alive, but I did die once." Mr. Ma walked to the table and sat down, and the window door closed automatically. "Sit down, you are not an outsider here."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while and sat across from Mr. Ma, looking dazed. After thinking for a while, he asked: "What on earth is going on? You are obviously in the battle...why do the monsters call you 'Mr. Ma' ? Why did you become a half-demon?"

"It's a long story, but it's simple. I was seriously injured in the battle between the Holy Talisman Dynasty and the Sacrifice Kingdom. Humans didn't come to save me, but the demon clan sent me to Lookout Mountain, where I saw the truth. It turns out that I am born different. After leaving Wangshan, my surname is no longer Mu, my surname is Ma, and the half-demon is Ma."

"This, this..." The middle-aged man stood up again, his face turned red and white, and he was a little incoherent. "You are Mu Feihuang. You came from Yelin Town like me. What is different? You must be. Yes... there must be something wrong. You have been bewitched, right? "

Mu Feihuang is also middle-aged, but he has never gained weight. His complexion is slightly darker. His face that used to always smile is now like a piece of iron. Even his occasional smile cannot block the ruthlessness in his eyes.

Daliang Shen Xiuming was shocked and puzzled. His former partner even changed his tone of voice and looked completely different. Mu Feihuang's nickname is Lengzi. When he was a child, he was Er Shuan Shen Hao's follower. He was most effective when fighting, but not so good when bickering. At Pangshan Yangshen Peak, Mu Feihuang had betrayed Mu Xingqiu. Mu Xingqiu had never told anyone about it, but Shen Xiuming could guess it.

Then came Zhiyongsuo, Duanliu City, and the Imperial Capital. Mu Feihuang gradually drifted away from the path of cultivation and became a mortal, serving as a soldier for the Princess of Xijie Kingdom. Two years ago, he participated in a During the war, everyone thought he died in battle.

Shen Xiuming sat down again, "Why did you arrest me?"

"It's not about arresting, it's about asking. If the magician does something wrong, I will punish him."

"Stop mincing words. To be honest, I don't think we are good friends. I was very sad when I heard that you died because there are not many people left in Yelin Town, but that's it. I won't be sad for you. Now Not anymore."

If this was an ordinary human or demon... Mr. Ma suddenly felt tired of killing. It would be good to drop to the mortal level occasionally, as long as he could rise back to his original position.

"Well, there aren't many people left in Yelin Town. Shen Hao followed Dao to retreat together. As far as I know, he took your son away but left you behind. As for me, he probably has long since forgotten me. My partner completely forgot about it.”

Shen Xiuming snorted.

"Erliang Shen Xiuwei died in Jinghu Village, Zhuzhu Guan Jinwu died in Laozu Peak, Xiaoshun Shen Tongyou and Fangfang died in Duanliu City, and the puppy Zhao Dayi died on the battlefield. He is real He died. I saw his body broken into two pieces. Who else? Ah, Xiaoqiu, Mu Xingqiu, he died in Zhibu State."

"Xiao Qiu is not dead." Daliang said firmly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, "The bald man is also alive."

"Bald Man has died a long time ago. He was the first to die. Every time I see that head flying around, I feel sick." Mr. Ma's tone became less peaceful, "The only people in Yelin Town are you and I am still alive in this world, so I want to invite you."

"Reminiscing about old times? We have nothing to say." The shock in Shen Xiuming's heart has disappeared.

"Of course, we haven't been good friends since childhood. You and Xiaoqiu were in the same group, and Er Shuan and I were in the same group. We didn't get closer when we were in Zhiyongsuo. Later, you became rich and became rich by growing flowers. , but I work as a slave for the princess in the imperial capital, living in a cold house and eating other people’s leftover food.”

"Now you can take revenge." Shen Xiuming said calmly, ready to face death.

"Revenge? For revenge, I only need the head, not the whole person. Remember? Daotong said that the demon species invaded Yelin Town to snatch Fangfang's soul. Everyone thought she was the most special person, but Daotong was wrong, at least there was no That’s right, the devil is not just looking for the soul, the truly special person is me.”

Mr. Ma paused for a while, admiring the look of astonishment on Shen Xiuming's face, "I wonder if you are just as special."

There was another knock on the door outside, "Mr. Demon, General Treading the Sea and Wang Suntuoyong want to see you."

Everything is under control, and Mr. Ma likes this feeling.