Lord of the Divine Show

Outside the window, the night is quiet.

Zhong Shenxiu's thoughts could not calm down for a long time.

"Is Su Daozhi's luck bad or good? He actually channeled such a being and was possessed... He took advantage of the collapse of the Yanhan Empire to dare to come and expand the territory, and he really did The successful first generation legendary Earl of Hastings!"

With the memory just now, he gained a little more understanding of that period of history.

"The Fufeng Protectorate originally belonged to the Hastings County... After the first Earl established the country, he really wanted to pray to a great being..."

"He comes from the boundless chaos and is a true god... Although I don't know what the outcome of the sacrifice will be, that existence is obviously not interested in protecting Hastings County and sits back and watches its destruction... But... did it exert any influence on the sacrificer? Just maybe.”

People don't care about ants, nor do they care about ants' prayers.

Maybe the ants just pray for strength, but people just throw in a few crumbs.

It is also possible that the ant begged for a few crumbs, but a man stepped on it, crushing the ant to death.

Zhong Shenxiu estimated that Earl Hasting was in the same situation.

The true god did not bless his country, but it seemed to have an influence on it, making him immortal after death, turning into a form like a wraith, and living until now!

"Although...it seems that he has lost his mind."

"So we can conclude some rules from it. The true god will unconsciously respond to the ritual, but it may not comply with the prayers of believers. Moreover, the power gained will always come at a painful price..."

Zhong Shenxiu shook his head: "Why am I planning all this? I don't want to pray to that great being from the boundless chaos... Besides, I don't know his rituals."

The earl's memory was very fragmented, especially regarding the rituals, runes, and even the name of the being.

Moreover, it is accompanied by a feeling of extreme danger.

This made Zhong Shenxiu know that if he was determined to explore the name and power of that god, the first-generation earl in his body would be the best example.

"Speaking of which... is this earl really blessed by the gods? Why do I think this is more like a curse?"

Zhong Shenxiu continued to experiment with Taoism.

This time, he seemed to see a tall and thin figure in the haze.

Wearing a black woolen dress, two rows of golden buttons, black deerskin boots...

Slender hands and feet, pale skin...

The most important thing is... there is no head!

Headless Earl!

Zhong Shenxiu didn't know that when he tried Taoism, strange changes occurred in the room.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

Drops of dark red blood came out of nowhere and kept dripping down from the bed.

The thin mist began to spread to all directions, even gradually covering the small village.

Under the double moon, the entire village was shrouded in a layer of mist, the buildings became illusory and hazy, and no sound was emitted.

This would have caused panic during the day, but it was late at night.

In the hazy mist, a figure emerged and kept wandering.

He was dressed in luxurious attire, like a gentleman attending a dinner party.

The only difference is that there is no head!

Headless Earl!

What's even weirder is that from outside the village, everything in the small village looks normal.

…

"According to military reports, this is it."

"It seems that this group of people was indeed seriously injured during the day. They are unable to return to the military camp and can only repair in the village..."

Tian Bufen changed his clothes and threw away everything that could be associated with the captain of the Black Mountain Fort.

Xue San lost his hand and his team died, so he naturally asked for help from the army.

Unfortunately, Tian Bufen intercepted it midway and suppressed it directly.

Not only that, but he came in person and prepared to take away Su Daozhi's life.

"God is really helping me... When encountering monsters in the black mist, even if the whole team is wiped out, it is normal..."

As a soldier commander, Tian Bufen's martial arts skills, even if they are not innate, are already at the peak of acquired skills. Dealing with Su Daozhi, even with other partners, is a matter of hands-on control.

His knowledge is limited, he only knows that warriors are divided into acquired and innate.

And if you can cultivate the Tao, you can directly start with the innate.

In addition, there are many Western sects in the Second Yanhan Empire, with job classifications, which are said to be quite detailed.

With a sense of pride, Tian Bufen walked directly into the village.

Take one step and everything will be different.

In Tian Bulfen's eyes, the small village that was quiet and safe was suddenly shrouded in a layer of fog, the buildings were blurred, and there were many people.

"What's going on? Has this village been swallowed up by the black mist? Where is the pre-arranged protective formation?"

Tian Bufen's mind was spinning, and he tiptoed to exit the village boundary.

But the next moment, he found that he had retreated to a piece of flat land, which seemed to be the village's threshing floor.

Because of the action of 'exiting', he fell deeper into the village!

A trace of cold sweat appeared on Tian Bufen's forehead.

He probably knew that he was in terrible danger, and any acquired warrior was no different from ordinary people in the face of such weirdness.

I am afraid that only innate masters, or even true monks, can solve all this.

Tread!

The sound of footsteps came from the mist, and the tall and thin figure appeared and gradually solidified.

It was a... headless figure!

"ah!"

Tian Bufen screamed strangely and ran into a door.

There was no one in the portal, and it seemed that all the original villagers had disappeared.

In the darkness, Tian Bufen suddenly grabbed a hand!

Cold as ice cubes, stiff as iron palms!

With his strength, he couldn't break free.

In fact, Tian Bufen found that he could no longer move and couldn't even close his eyelids. He could only watch the headless Earl emerge from the darkness and grab his neck...

Snapped!

Soon after, a body fell to the ground.

…

Zhong Shenxiu was shocked, opened his eyes, and looked at his palms in confusion.

He looked at a bronze mirror and suddenly felt that he saw the headless earl, but after rubbing his eyes, he found that it was still his own reflection.

Outside the window, the years are quiet, and occasionally there is the sound of dogs barking.

But Zhong Shenxiu knew that something bad was bound to happen.