Chapter 516 Chu Wu
The white-haired boy’s tone was very calm, but Mr. Han really didn’t dare to object.
He said firmly: "If that guy dares to do something here, we will fight him off even if we die!" The
white-haired boy smiled and said: "Idiot. Even if we all die, we can't fight each other."
" But, he is also afraid...Interesting, are gods also afraid of mortals?"
The white-haired boy said as he walked towards the sanctuary.
The demon-suppressing soldiers around the checkpoint were forced by his momentum, and no one dared to stop him.
They even forgot to report it to the administration.
It wasn't until the white-haired boy disappeared at the corner of the street that the demon-suppressing soldier said quickly: "Quick! Go and notify the consul!"
The exorcist holding the silver exorcism certificate was almost equivalent to the demon-suppressing envoy in the area.
When such a person comes to the Minyang Sanctuary, he must be reported to the local governor for processing.
At this time, in the refugee shelter, two staff members had registered the elderly and distributed them a down jacket and a pair of dishes and chopsticks.
The down jacket looks a bit shabby, but its thermal insulation effect is much better than the linen robe on my body.
As for the bowls and chopsticks, they are for the elderly to eat.
The shelter only provides one meal a day. You won't die from hunger, but it can also keep people hungry for a long time.
Here, if you want to eat, you have to work.
The old man was holding the rice bowl with a calm expression.
There was no emotion or brilliance in the gray eyes.
If I have to say it, he is like a dead person, or a person without any desire to live.
But a dead person cannot pass the soul detection, and it is impossible for a dead person to come in without triggering the light and shadow rune defense.
Unless that person is S-class.
It is what the people call god level and immortal level.
The old man turned his eyes and looked at the refugees in the shelter.
Most of these people are elderly people over 70 years old, and some are mothers with children.
Compared with the elderly, the treatment for taking care of children is slightly better.
But it is limited to food and clothing.
The staff around were very busy, some were distributing food, some were registering people, and some were discussing something in a low voice.
If one looked closer, one would find that they were discussing the medical problems of the elderly.
The weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and the yin energy is strong. Many elderly people are in a bit of a bad condition.
To be honest, if the Age of Dharma had not brought about an increase in human souls, I am afraid that many old people would not be able to survive this disaster.
The old man with gray eyes sat blankly in his seat. He didn't know how long it took before he put down the down jacket and bowls and chopsticks in his hands, stood up and walked out the door.
The staff saw the old man leaving but did not stop him.
After all, the shelter is just a shelter and will not restrict anyone from leaving. However, if you want to come in and make a living, you must meet the rescue standards issued by the local governor. The gray-eyed old man walked very fast. He passed through streets full of pedestrians, saw vehicles loading and unloading medicinal materials, and also saw people looking for companions to dig and grow medicinal materials outside the sanctuary.
There were demon-suppressing soldiers patrolling the streets, and people were squatting at the crossroads, waiting for the Archon to arrange work.
Although it is only a small shelter area, the most basic order is still maintained here.
You know, after losing convenient communication, many remote areas ostensibly obey the orders of the Middle-earth, but in fact many sanctuary areas have demon-suppressing soldiers or consuls who have established themselves as kings.
Some sanctuaries intercept supplies passing through their territory, while others fight with neighboring sanctuaries for resources.
Anyway, what is happening in remote areas is smog and chaos.
The old man stood on the side of the road, silently looking at this busy but cozy town.
Suddenly, someone behind him said, "What? Do you want to destroy this place?"
The old man looked back and found that the white-haired boy was already standing side by side with him.
For a moment, a flash of black appeared in the old man's eyes, and soon the black filled his gray eyes, becoming deep and evil.
At the same time, a strange gossip pattern appeared in the white-haired boy's eyes.
The Bagua pattern seemed to be reflected in the eyes of the white-haired boy, with a light golden color, and the runes seemed to be still flowing.
The two sides looked at each other.
Then the white-haired boy took a few steps back, and the Bagua runes in his eyes instantly dissipated.
But the blackness in the old man's eyes quickly faded, turning gray again.
The white-haired boy walked forward again and said: "In my impression, wherever you go, there will be endless poison and plague." "
But now, it seems different from what I imagined."
"Plague. God, Zuka Mog. I am Chu Wu, the captain of the witch team." "
Although we have fought several times in the air, this seems to be the first time we have met formally, right?" The
gray-eyed old man smiled slightly at Chu Wu. Smiling, he said: "I have a soul that lasts for a hundred years, but my body functions are still around the age of sixteen."
"Are you the soul-stealer of an old monster?"
Chu Wu shook his head: "A hundred years ago, I suffered from an incurable terminal disease. In order to survive, I kept my body in a frozen state for a long time. I survived in this world as a soul." "
But I don't want to give up my body or my identity as a human being. So my soul has lived for a hundred years, but my body is only sixteen Years old."
The gray-eyed old man asked again: "Then why do you want to return to your own body? Can your illness be cured now?"
Chu Wu shook his head again: "Because I want to take the path of asking one's heart."
"On the road to asking questions, I must be the complete me. Otherwise, I will not be able to walk this road." The
gray-eyed old man looked at Chu Wu carefully, and after a while he replied: "Interesting, interesting."
"You He is almost becoming a god."
Chu Wu shook his head for the third time: "In Middle-earth, there is no distinction between gods, immortals, and humans. People in Middle-earth who have gone through the path of asking the heart can only be called S-level, or soul realm. We do not believe that gods or immortals are superior to others."
(End of Chapter)