I’ll Quit Being a God

The biting cold wind whistled through the streets of Zhuxian Town, picking up a few withered leaves.

The ragged beggar was leaning on the corner of the street, looking feebly at the passers-by, and from time to time he squeezed out a hoarse whisper from his throat.

"Okay sir, I haven't eaten for three days..."

But his feeble plea was not only ignored by passers-by, but even the beggar himself found it perfunctory.

Zhuxian Town is located in the southern border of Bear Country. It is said that it was a large town that existed in ancient times, but it has long since declined.

The streets and alleys, which were said to have been spilled with countless divine blood, only looked old and dilapidated, with no trace of glory in sight.

But today's Zhuxian Town is unusually lively.

All kinds of people crowded the old city, and accents from all over the world kept echoing in the beggar's ears.

But the beggar is actually not a local. He fled from outside.

He originally lived in Mingxin Village, about a hundred miles away from Zhuxian Town. But not long ago, there was a fight between passing demons. During the fight, the two demons destroyed the Human King Monument that protected the village.

Although the two big demons didn't go on a killing spree in the village, they just drove away in the demonic wind while fighting.

But without the protection of the Renwang Monument, the village will never be safe again.

The villagers fled in all directions and left Mingxin Village.

He had no relatives, friends or acquaintances to rely on, so he came to Zhuxian Town alone, more than a hundred miles away from home, and became a beggar to make ends meet.

And according to the rules of the beggars, he should not be in the Lost Soul Street where he is now.

This Falling Soul Street is the most prosperous and lively street in Zhuxian Town. The city also prohibits beggars from appearing here to prevent the stinky beggars in ragged clothes from accidentally bumping into a certain dignitary.

But today's beggar broke this rule and came secretly alone.

Because according to rumors, the big shot from the capital will hold a banquet here today to entertain practitioners from all over the world, and recruit enthusiastic practitioners from the public to go out of the city to kill monsters.

In the past six months, demons have been raging in the southern part of the Bear Country, and countless villages like Mingxin Village have been destroyed.

The big shots in the capital are also aware of the chaos in the southern border, and are finally going to work hard to rectify it.

As for the beggar, he wanted to witness this grand event with his own eyes.

Although he is not a cultivator and cannot conquer demons, as a mortal whose village was destroyed by demons, at the very least, he wants to see the feats of the cultivators participating in the grand gathering and preparing to eliminate demons.

Before coming, the beggar was prepared to be driven away.

But after arriving at Yuhun Street, he found that no one came to drive him away.

When the city guards wearing armor patrolling the streets saw him, they all turned a blind eye and did not come up to cause trouble.

The beggar was a little surprised at first, but after waiting for a long time, he realized that there were many people in ragged clothes like him among the crowd.

Among them were several people who were obviously practitioners who were carrying magic weapons and weapons. They were covered in filth and their clothes were in tatters. They looked more like beggars than he did.

In the Street of Fallen Souls, the city patrol guards probably thought he was a cultivator who came to attend the conference, so they did not drive him away.

Realizing this, the beggar became much bolder.

He left his original position and moved the broken bowl he was begging for next to the Fuyu Tower in the center of Yuhun Street.

This is the main venue for today's conference, and the top practitioners are all qualified to enter to meet the big shot from the capital.

Outside Fuyu Tower, dozens of banquet tables were set up to entertain the practitioners who came to attend the meeting. Later, the big shots will come out to deal with the many practitioners and give everyone face.

On the long street, a high platform was set up, and theater troupes were invited to perform. The streets were lined with a dazzling array of food and drinks, all available for the practitioners to take as they pleased.

If you still need it, you can even directly call the city guards patrolling the city and ask them.

However, although the beggars managed to blend in, they did not dare to provoke the patrolling guards, let alone touch the delicacies on both sides of the street.

Although he was interested in the grand gathering outside Fuyu Tower, he only dared to sit in the corner and listen with his ears, not daring to get closer to see.

But just sitting in the corner and listening to the chats between the practitioners, listening to the magical experiences of conquering demons and coming and going, he was already very satisfied.

And gradually, the beggar also understood many things.

It turns out that the demons that have been raging in the south in the past six months did not appear out of thin air, but escaped from further south.

The practitioners all say that at the other end of the desolate and dead land in the south, there is a place called Huotong Country.

That country is different from Youxiong. They don't respect their ancestors or worship the human king, but believe in some kind of fire god. Even the leader of a country is not the emperor, but some kind of king.

There is no court, no civil and military officials.

The entire country is governed by a group of wizards who are busy worshiping the God of Fire every day.

The leader of the Huotong Kingdom is the largest and most pious wizard...

The beggars stared at all the strange things mentioned by the practitioners.

At this moment, the performance on the stage had just ended, and a storyteller came on stage to talk and sing.

The beggar had seen the storyteller. His surname was Hu and his name was Yi. He knew how to write, but his talent and learning were not high. On weekdays, I read stories and amuse myself at various restaurants and inns in Zhuxian Town, earning some money for tea.

But because he can talk about all kinds of weird things about the world, monsters, monsters, and the love between children, he can cater to the taste of the audience on any occasion. Even the women in the bar like to listen to his stories.

So Hu Yi is still somewhat famous in Zhuxian Town.

It’s not surprising that he was invited to today’s grand event. But in the past, Hu Yi always told stories according to his own taste. Today, there are so many practitioners here... Could it be that he wants to tell some stories about practitioners?

In the corner, the beggar was very curious.

On the high platform, the storyteller in a long gown coughed lightly, smiled and said the opening words to everyone below, and then actually started to tell the story of cultivation.

"What I'm telling you today is the story of a wolf god's sword that poured out over the sky to destroy demons, and millions of evil demons that spread in all directions..."

Hu Yi's voice was ups and downs.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the entire long street fell silent.

In an instant, all the eyes on the long street were looking at him.

The practitioners who were talking, working, and eating, even though they were far away on the other side of the long street, all put down what they were doing in a tacit understanding and turned to look at him.

The scene that hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at together shocked Hu Yi, and cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.

These people present are all high-ranking practitioners...

Is the story he told a taboo among practitioners?

Otherwise, why would all these practitioners have this reaction?

Chapter 352 The Legend of the Wolf God (Part 2)

The weird reactions of the practitioners directly frightened Hu Yi.

How could he, an ordinary person, offend these practitioners?

And it offends practitioners... and offends hundreds of practitioners at the same time.

Just thinking about such a thing makes Hu Yi's scalp numb.

Just when Hu Yi was frightened and thinking about whether he should change the topic and tell a different story, a little boy's voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

"What's the story of that wolf god?"

The curious voice of the little boy was not loud, but it sounded extremely clear in the now dead streets.

Hu Yi looked over and found that it was a little boy sitting on the roadside, about five or six years old, looking at him curiously and expectantly.

Wait for him to tell a story.

Next to the little boy, there was a girl of similar age and similar face to him, who should be his sister.

Seeing everyone looking over, the girl quickly hit the little boy on the head and said, "Wuyou! Stop talking nonsense!"

And next to the two little dolls, a boy and a girl, there was a man in white sitting.

Behind the man stood a little girl about ten years old. But this female doll has cold eyes, hair as white as snow, two furry wolf ears on the top of her head, and a dark blue ancient sword on her back.

At first glance, he is no ordinary person.

Seeing the little girl scolding his younger brother, the man in white chuckled, raised his cup and took a sip of tea, saying: "You don't need to pay attention to the naughty words... keep on, keep on..."

The man in white has a friendly smile and an extraordinary bearing.

Just sitting there gives people an otherworldly feeling, and they are instantly separated from most practitioners on the street.

After the man spoke, several more practitioners' voices rang out from the crowd.

"Go on, we also want to hear the story of this wolf god."

"That's right, listen to the legend of the wolf god destroying demons..."

The practitioners seemed to have known this legend for a long time.

But seeing that the atmosphere calmed down and everyone took the initiative to let him speak, Hu Yi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly borrowed the donkey from the slope to start talking about the wolf god of Hanyu Mountain who slayed demons and exterminated demons, scaring countless demons in Huotong's country to flee in panic. , a story of disintegration in all directions.

It's just that Hu Yi is nervous now and is becoming more cautious with his words. Many modifiers and plots that were originally exaggerated for the effect of the show were changed by him on the spot.

He told a story that he had planned for a long time and that was supposed to be exciting, but told it in a straightforward and devoid of passion.

But even so, Hu Yi's story obviously attracted all the practitioners present.

In front of the Fuyu Tower, the expressions of the practitioners became more and more solemn, and they gradually became fascinated. Even the doors and windows of Fuyu Tower were opened one after another, and the big shots inside seemed to be listening, but no one spoke anymore.

In the huge Fallen Soul Street, only the storyteller Hu Yi's voice kept ringing out.

Seeing that everyone was gradually immersed in the story, Hu Yi felt a little proud and his tone was also a little excited.

"...The power of that sword, the sword energy spanned three thousand miles, and the sword light swept across the sky, scaring countless evil spirits on the earth to flee..."

"...the so-called Tian Xie Zun, such an arrogant and powerful existence, said goodbye to the Ten Thousand Demons and Demons, and wanted to set up an array to trap the Wolf God alone, but he didn't know that once he left, he would never come back, and there would be no more Tian Xie Zun in the world. Figure..."

"...Outside Yanjing City, the ferocious power of the evil spirit covered the sky for nine days and shook the earth. If Yanjing City had not received the wolf god's oracle and had been on guard in advance, otherwise today's group of demons attacking the city would have caused a loss of lives and countless casualties. …”

"...Since then, the Wolf God has returned to Hanyu Mountain, closing the mountain gate again and seeing no secular visitors. And the fire has spread throughout the country, and the demons have fled, and there are no more evil spirits."

Outside the Fuyu Tower, the storyteller in a long gown let out a long sigh, slapped the table hard, and said.

"This is exactly what it is - order the thunder from the sky to kill all evil, and half an ancient sword to control the world!"

Snapped--

The tree in the storyteller's hand slammed heavily on the table, waking up many practitioners who were intoxicated in the story, and also attracted many looks of surprise and confusion.

In Fuyu Tower, someone asked the city lord of Zhuxian Town next to him in surprise.

"Is this storyteller... a foreigner from the south?"

The Lord of Zhuxian City, Nangong Hao, quickly asked around and replied: "Old Gentleman, this storyteller's surname is Hu Mingyi. He is a local resident of Zhuxian Town and has never been to a foreign country in the south."

"This story may have been told and processed by him. Although it is wonderful, Hu Yi said that the book is interesting. It is precisely because of this that he was invited here."

Nangong Hao answered like this, but the middle-aged man known as Lie Lao laughed and said: "Hearsay? That's not necessarily true."

"Although the story told by Mr. Hu is exaggerated, many of the details are beyond imagination. A real practitioner must have told him this story."

After Mr. Lie finished speaking, a question from a certain cultivator sounded outside.

"Wuna storyteller! What you said is so true. Could it be that the process of Hanyu Mountain Wolf God killing evil and exterminating demons as you said with your own eyes is not successful? Did you just come from the south?"

"That's right! Bookmaker, how can you, a mortal, know more than us?"

The practitioners continued to ask questions, and Hu Yi on the high platform quickly held up his hands and smiled, saying: "Everyone, please calm down, this matter is actually simple to say. Hu Yi is indeed a mortal. He has never left the gate of Zhuxian Town in his life. How could it be possible? What about the opportunity to witness the Wolf God slaying demons with your own eyes?”

"The main reason is that I met an expert from the south in Zhuxian Town not long ago. The expert came to me to inquire about things and said he didn't bring any money. He told me some stories about the south as a reward."

"The villain has just learned about the deeds of the Wolf God of Hanyu Mountain," Hu Yi said: "According to the expert, these are all the news spreading in the south, and many of them are his own exclusive gossip, which ordinary people can't Don’t even know.”

Hu Yi's words made Old Lie in Fuyu Tower look curious.

An expert from the south? He knew it in such detail, could he be a master wizard from the Huotong Kingdom?

And Mr. Lie didn't wait too long. Someone immediately asked outside.

"Did you ask for that expert's name at that time?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Hu Yi shook his head and said: "Of course I don't dare to ask the master's name, but the master is open-minded. He told me that his name is Ao Tianxing."

"Ao Tianxing who is proud of the world and walks alone in the sky."

"He also said that the reason why he knew so many stories about the wolf god was that he actually planned to have a fight with the wolf god in Hanyu Mountain to prove his strength, but he didn't expect that the wolf god was no longer in Hanyu Mountain."

"So he went all the way north to find the Wolf God."

"He also said that it won't be long before I hear his name resounding throughout the bear country. Then he will come back to me and ask me to tell his story to the world."