Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 308 False

Du Fang asked in surprise.

"I am sure!"

"Then how do we break out of this fake world?"

Bai Zhi suddenly stared at him, "The old woman said you passed the test of God. You are the Son of God, the heir of His Majesty's legacy. Can't you feel the call of God's thoughts?"

“I can’t feel it!”

Du Fang shook his head.

Not to mention any divine consciousness, there wasn't even a trace of wind.

Bai Zhi snorted coldly, "You, the Son of God, have truly failed miserably. You were able to pass the trial of God, but you can't sense the aura of God!"

Du Fang lowered his head in embarrassment.

From the moment he entered this world, everything seemed illusory. He couldn't see the world clearly, nor could he see the people here.

Everything I come into contact with seems like a dream.

He even felt that Bai Zhi, who was beside him, was an illusion, a feeling of unreality.

He even suspected that he and Baizhi drank some kind of Nine-Flower Jade Dew in the garden of the Fuling Ghost City. After getting drunk, all the scenes he saw before his eyes were a fantasy world.

Bai Zhi pondered for a while, then suddenly said:

"What did that old woman say to you when she was dying?"

"What?"

As soon as Du Fang asked this question, he suddenly remembered the soft sigh that echoed in the void:

"Child, I can only rely on you!"

When Youhuang was dying, did he say this to let him find it out himself?

This is a false burial place for gods.

Is the real burial place of gods also here?

The cracks that Li Qinghua created with the Honghuang Divine Sword are still there.

Where is the Taoist body of this God-Slayer buried?

Bai Zhi looked at the sky and suddenly said:

"Something's wrong, let's find a room to hide in first!"

"how?"

When Du Fang looked up, his expression suddenly changed. Above their heads, in the dim sky, a black vortex appeared at some point. This black vortex, like a huge cloud, completely covered the entire town.

"What it is?"

"God's evil thoughts! First find a house to stay and wait for the time to change!"

"Wait for the time to change?"

Du Fang didn't understand what she was saying at all?

at this time--

Suddenly, Bai Zhi shouted:

"Who is it? Get out!" He kicked open the wooden door next to him, the sword in his hand flashed, and he rushed in first.

Du Fang was afraid that she might get hurt, so he followed her in immediately.

Suddenly, he froze in place:

Everything before him was beyond his imagination:

This was a dilapidated house. Firewood was piled in the corner. On a newly polished wooden table stood an iron pot with boiling water and a pot of meat cooking.

Bai Zhi was also suddenly stunned. Someone was cooking meat in the house for such a long time, but no one noticed.

The aroma in the pot was boiling, but they had been standing outside the door for a long time without smelling a trace of it. This house was strange, and the house was even stranger.

Du Fanggang went to touch the meat in the pot.

Bai Zhi immediately extended her sword to block it: "Don't touch it, this is dead flesh!"

"How is that possible? There aren't even any living people, how can there be dead human flesh?"

"Have you forgotten the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood we walked through earlier? This pot is likely filled with human flesh dragged out from that mountain of corpses."

Bai Zhi suddenly smiled faintly:

"Maybe there are living people in this town!"

"I do not believe!"

Du Fang smiled and reached out to pick up the meat from the pot. He looked left and right, but it didn't look like meat at all. It looked more like a rag.

He was not afraid at all and suddenly put it in his mouth.

Bai Zhi was stunned and said, "You..."

Du Fang smacked his lips, winked at her, and asked, "Would you like some? This dead meat smells delicious. The person who cooked it is indeed a good chef. It doesn't taste greasy at all!"

"Is this really meat?" Bai Zhi was surprised when she saw the oil in Du Fang's mouth.

Everything was wrong as she had guessed.

What made Bai Zhi feel strange was that after Du Fang finished eating the meat, he suddenly smiled towards the wall, his voice full of kindness:

"Come out, I'm your honored guest. Now that I've had your feast, let's talk!"

Bai Zhi wondered:

"Are you talking to me? Are you hallucinating because of eating this meat?"

However, Du Fang suddenly walked over, stretched out his hand and tore off the wall. On the wall, there was actually a portrait hanging, which almost looked like a living person.

A pair of eyes stared at Du Fang with resentment.

What surprised Bai Zhi even more was:

Du Fang suddenly drew his sword, pointed at the portrait, and said with a calm smile: "If you don't come out, I will kill you!" As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Zhi's eyes popped out.

In front of her eyes, the wall rustled and shook violently.

A figure actually came out.

This is an old man with hands like chicken claws, a hunched back, and wrinkles on his face so deep that they almost deform his entire face. How old must this old man be?

Her eyes were filled with resentment as she stared at the meat in Du Fang's hand without saying a word.

Du Fang smiled and said, "I'm sorry for eating your meat without telling you. Will you blame me?"

The old man just stared at Du Fang with a pair of dry eyes.

Du Fang suddenly drew his sword and placed it on the old man's neck. "If you dare to glare at me again, I'll chop off your head with one blow. Let me see if it's the remaining ghost or evil spirit!"

The old man still didn't speak.

Bai Zhi slowly pushed away the Chengying Divine Sword in his hand and said slowly:

"Don't scare the old man, she's probably not an evil spirit!"

Du Fang snorted coldly and looked at the portrait. The portrait on the wall had completely turned into a ball of black ash as the old man crawled out.

It fell from the wall with a rustling sound.

Du Fang sneered:

"Are you really not an evil spirit?"

Bai Zhi said, "This is a painting technique that was lost ten thousand years ago. It uses human blood as a vessel, a living soul as a brush, and wood ash. When you paint on the wall, it will not decay for ten thousand years, and the living soul can also survive for ten thousand years. Old woman, I don't know if I am right."

The old man finally stopped glaring and asked in surprise:

"Who are you? How do you know about the technique of my Spirit Ghost Clan to preserve the souls of the living?"

Bai Zhi smiled sweetly: "I don't know, I'm just guessing."

The old man snorted heavily, as if he didn't believe her at all, turned his head and said nothing more.

Du Fang wanted to use his sword to interrogate him again, but Bai Zhi stopped him with a look and said to the old man gently:

"Old man, are you the only one in this town?"

A trace of tears flashed across the face of the old man with chicken claws. After a long while, he spoke incoherently, "Yes... there were a lot of people... but... they are all dead!"

"What's going on?" Bai Zhi put on a kind face, made a bowl of broth and fed it to her mouth, letting her swallow it with a warm feeling.

Du Fang also laughed and said:

"Now you can smell it, isn't this human flesh soup?"

The old woman suddenly choked up and said:

"This is... this is my granddaughter's meat..."

As soon as he said this, Du Fang suddenly felt nauseous in his stomach. He had seen and heard ghost cultivators and monsters cooking soup made with human flesh before.

Even if you use countless seasonings to cover it up, you can't hide the faint fishy and sour taste.

As he walked over to the pot, he could only smell a faint fragrance of orchids and the scent of mountain mushrooms, while the taste of the meat was dense and more like rabbit meat.

"Are you kidding me? How could human flesh possibly taste like this?"