Chapter 29 chapter 2

At this time, old man J was huddled in the small wooden backyard, in the hole of a big tree. The tree hole was sealed with a curse, even if Chen Musheng stood in front of the tree hole, he couldn't see old man J. For old man J, these dozens of deceitful feelings are extremely cruel and painful. Although he has already entered the realm of "Tao", and the supernatural power of his curse can even create a fictional white landscape, but old man J is still a living vampire, a vampire who needs to drink human blood to survive . Old man J cannot rely on the spell to "create out of nothing" human blood. According to his status as a master, old man J cannot raise human beings in the blacksmithing yard to build a blood bank, so there will be special envoys who belong to the Ichimaru Imperial Guard on a regular basis. According to the regulation of raising the nobles of the Bai clan, a few living people were thrown in from outside the barrier for old man J to eat, and old man J opened the hole in the barrier to take the anesthetized strangers in the small courtyard behind the wooden courtyard.

The process of cruelly eating strangers is not a masterful demeanor. Old man J absolutely does not allow others to see him, even Chen Musheng, the "weapon man" he cultivated with painstaking efforts, is no exception. And now, those messengers have ceased their activities. reason? It must be because the city administrator stopped the routine activity of supplying strangers to the Kibamaru Imperial Guard through this kind of transaction.Even if the Kishimaru Imperial Guard is strictly prohibited from contacting the city administrator, it cannot be truly enforced at all. You must know that there is more than one Albus in the huge Kishimaru Imperial Guard.

"Hey! Old man! I'm asking you about Leng Yansaw's story!" Chen Musheng yelled loudly in the front yard. Can't hear, old man J can't hear. Old J looks like a little yellow chicken that has just been exposed to rain, curled up in a dark and deep tree hole, sweating all over his body.The shriveled, chicken claw-like fingers engraved with countless scars were hysterically scratching the uneven wrinkles on the face. It has been hundreds of years. As a nobleman of the Bai clan with the best skills, old man J has never experienced hunger for a moment. Stomach, and the spiritual will to be pampered.

It's a tug of war between hunger and self-esteem. Don't underestimate the weight of your self-esteem without experiencing such intense hunger. I'm so hungry... Why does it seem like a circle of flames is burning in my empty stomach? It's the smell of the living... dammit... It's that brat...it's that brat... I really want to rip that brat's throat... No, no, no... The poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring, as a weapon maker, there is no reason to kill the weapon with one's own hands... Facing the hunger with no end in sight, old man J's self-esteem is as fragile as a thin stem of a plant, and his spiritual will is like the transparent bulb of an onion, squeezed and peeled off layer by layer by hunger.

In the end, there must be only naked desire left. What soul refining pupil?What forged gas pupil?In the face of the bottomless hunger in the depths, it is completely worthless. The "Tao" learned by old man J can only severely and barely ease the process of peeling off self-esteem. And the old man J, who was gradually promoting his normal consciousness, had no idea that even if Chen Musheng ruined his plan...