The Lord who use immortals as food

Yue Muzhou met more people in the county government these days than in the previous year.

Naturally, he has no way of knowing what they look like, but blind people also have blind cognitive methods, and different people can still leave different impressions in his mind.

Of course, he is also the most completely blind among the blind. After all, he has completely lost both eyes.

On weekdays, he has a little way to sense light and darkness, which is to cover his left eye with his left hand and his right eye with his right hand when the sun is very strong. After a while, he suddenly takes it away, and he can vaguely feel something strange.

But most of the time, he was still submerged in deep darkness.

In this darkness, the most important means of cognition is hearing - in fact, his hearing is not very good, but it is enough.

But when vision is completely unavailable and all the attention is focused on hearing, you will find that sound actually contains very rich information.

In addition to the main sounds, there are also the sounds of footsteps, clothing, breathing, and even finger twirling, leg shaking, swallowing, burping, farts, etc., and these are only made when a person is alone and quiet. the sound of.

When more than two people gather in the same space, the sound information they generate begins to double.

——The nails are tapping the wood lightly, which means that the people around him make him feel relaxed; the frequency of weighing his feet has increased, and this person is a little anxious now; although his face is still smiling and talking, there are sounds from the soles of his feet that are constantly changing his stance. Sound, this person is a little impatient with the person he is talking to...

In addition to hearing, there are also smell, touch, and even intuition.

When these perceptions are combined, each person has a unique shadow in his heart.

The little boy who depends on him is tall and brisk, with a very clean smell, but he is not the kind of slender scholar. He is very strong, has sufficient body heat, and looks like a little sun every time he approaches.

The voice of the woman named Xing Zhi always has an obvious sense of rhythm. Her steps are half a beat faster than others, and her voice is crisp, fast but clear.

She is very smart and wise, and can put herself and others in the right position. She is like a refreshing and orderly wind. She is the kind of person she likes to deal with very much.

Ming Qitian is very strong.

All the sounds she emits are peaceful and stable, and are integrated with her whole temperament. If the enemy wants to find any flaws in her voice, it will be impossible.

If we put aside this most obvious feeling and just talk about the impression of "people", she is very quiet and very clear. She is not short and has a well-proportioned figure. If she is very pretty and likes to wear light-colored robes, her temperament will be a bit like... Ying Suyu.

But Ying Suyu is a bit stupider, not so peaceful and firm from the bottom of his heart, and his emotions are easier to fluctuate. In short, he is not as good as this woman...in martial arts.

Chang Zhiyuan is an old man with loose steps. He should not be short, and his body is strong and not stooped. For an ordinary person with no cultivation, his small movements are very few. He speaks softly and forcefully, but sometimes he is serious and stern. He is a rare person who is consistent both internally and externally.

At this time, this loose step came closer to him, and put something down with a "clang", and then let out a sigh of relief along with the sound of the friction of clothes.

The source of this sigh is from high to low - oh, what he just put down was a bench or something, and now he is sitting on it.

"Is it going to rain?" he greeted the other person hoarsely.

"Yes, it got dark very suddenly." A gentle and old voice came from the left ear, "Brother Yue, I haven't had a chance to chat. I would like to ask, are you Xiao Pei's..."

"No, bro, I'm actually much younger than you. Xiaoye and I are not related, we just live together."

There was silence for a moment, and Yue Muzhou guessed that he was looking at his hideous and ugly appearance in surprise - his shrunken palms and thin arms, and he looked extremely old everywhere.

But in fact, this appearance does not represent old age, but the depletion of life. It’s just that old age is the reason for the depletion of life for most ordinary people.

"I am sixty-two this year, dare I ask you..."

"This year..." Yue Muzhou was in a daze. This was a question he hadn't answered for a long time, "I should be fifty."

"..." The person next to him breathed heavily and fell silent again.

He was thinking about new topics.

Actually, it’s nothing, Yue Muzhou thought, we can continue talking.

"I just heard that they seemed to have surrendered over there, but now there is no movement." The voice became a little worried, "I don't know if Fenghuai can survive this time."

"It's difficult." Yue Muzhou said.

"Alas..." the old man sighed, "It was too sudden, and the situation escalated too violently. A few days ago, we thought that an Eighth Life cultivator would be enough to solve everything. Later, Captain Jingdu and the Grandmaster from Shenjing came. , it was supposed to be foolproof, but suddenly everything fell into it.”

"From here on, the level of the incident jumped up unexpectedly, and the entire Bowang Prefecture did not have enough strength. Xu Biejia led his people and rushed over, and also sent a request for help to Shenjing."

"But the letter that was sent at about midnight yesterday has already arrived before noon today." The old man sighed again, "What if it takes a whole day at night... or even half a day?"

There was a rustling sound in the pear tree, the wind picked up, and something light fell on his hand. Yue Muzhou raised his trembling hand to grab it, and when he fumbled, he found a slender peach-shaped leaf.

"Or maybe fifteen days at night..." he murmured.

But at this time, the rustling sound suddenly changed, and it seemed to be mixed with a sharp friction sound.

Yue Muzhou tilted his head slightly and listened carefully. He heard it right. There was a sound of friction among the trees shaking in the wind and rain. This sound had something familiar that he had not heard for a long time, like iron and——

The sound suddenly changed sharply. This sound was very loud and obvious. There was a sound of a bench being kicked around, and Chang Zhiyuan must have stood up suddenly.

——It is the friction between iron and bones.

The sound came from under the pear tree.

Yue Muzhou knew that there was a pinned monster. Now, the sword was pulled out?

Isn't there someone watching over it?

Sure enough, there were chaotic sounds over there soon, indicating that a struggle was taking place, and then very quickly, the sound of howling wind and the sound of bodies hitting the side room came - one party was thrown out.

He felt the old man next to him grab his arm and pull him away.

Of course he couldn't pull it away, and it was too late.

Heavy steps sounded in front of him. This monster was very tall, breathing long and with a chill on his body.

The coldness was getting closer and closer, almost touching his skin. Yue Muzhou felt that his entire body was almost soaked by the coldness.

The breath had already hit his face, and it was equally cold. Then his abdomen felt a slight tingling, and something touched him.

As if in response to this touch, his stomach stirred, and Yue Muzhou suddenly felt an urge...to devour.