One Hundred Ways to Become a God

In a lush and quaint house.

In the backyard, bypassing the rockery and trees, there was a very dilapidated room, the door was tightly closed, and two middle-aged men were guarding the door to prevent someone from disturbing what was going on in the room.

The house is very strange, not only has no windows, no lights, and even no trace of modern equipment, the lighting is relying on two slender red candles.

In the middle of the house is a wooden table that looks like it has been some years old. There is a dark blue ancient disc on the wooden table. If you look closely, you can find some dim symbols in the bottom of the disc, follow a certain A strange pattern, a string of hooks together, ultimately constitutes a complex array.

Next to the disc is a small ebony box and a stack of neat white handkerchiefs.

A young man in a white robe is standing right at the wooden table, looking down at the disc, and there is a dignity that cannot be ignored.

This kind of clothing with a little temperament is the most picking, most people will look a bit old-fashioned, but this young man's body shape and temperament are superior, wearing such a robes without a trace of disobedience, It only makes people feel the extravagance that is raised in the big family.

The young man reached out and gently stroked the edge of the disc, then lifted his hand slightly, and a red color appeared on his fingertips, and a drop fell in the middle of the disc.

As the blood continues to fall, the whole person of the youth is like being sucked by the ghosts. The face is instantly white, and there are more than a dozen drops of blood. The whole person has already been white as paper and then recovered. Hand, pick up the white soft silk stalks on the side, dry the blood of your fingertips, your eyes are wrong, and stare at the disc.

I saw the moment when the blood fell on the disc. The blood-stained disc was like a glimmer of cyan from the sleep. The bright red blood was like a snake, spontaneously along the bottom of the disc. The trajectory of the law traversed, and the line of the original method, which was not obvious, was dyed into blood red, showing a strange color.

In the moment when the blood completely spreads the array, the youth will see the opportunity to throw the ball into the disc. The bicolor ball is like a spiritual one. After falling into the disc, it is like a headless fly. I turned around, but after a closer look, I found that the scrolling trajectory was quite a bit rhythm, and the whole rolling process was not contaminated with a trace of blood. It was still transparent and pure.

In the process of the bicolor ball rolling, the blood stains are generally absorbed by the disc and generally become lighter. Finally, the bicolor ball rolls eight or nine times in the disc, and happens to stop at the center of the disc. On a small groove, the blood in the disc has almost disappeared completely - except for a few traces of light that do not know why it remains, twisted and twisted, and irregular.

The young man did not dare to delay, and quickly picked up the paper on the side to rub the traces.

However, in just a few seconds, the blood in the disc has completely dissipated. The young man reached out and took the bicolor ball out of the disc, put it back in the small box of ebony, and then picked up the paper, in the candlelight. Against the background, squinting carefully to observe the traces on the paper, the bottom of the eye gradually emerged a heavy weight.

The young man pushed the door out of the room. After closing the door, he raised his hand and carefully sealed the door with a piece of paper.

The middle-aged man who was in front of the door saw him pale, and there was a worry on his face: "Young Master."

This handsome young man is called Fu Chenhua, who is the eldest son of the family.

Fujia is a family of Tianshi who has been inherited for nearly a thousand years. The ancestors once served the national division who served the emperor. Although the family has been dying for a few generations, the behavior has begun to be low-key, but in the metaphysical world, there is still no one knows. Status.

Fu Chenhua's talent is extremely high. No one can compare with the younger generation of the family. If there is no accident, then when the family leader, that is, his father, retires at the age of 50, he will become a logical chapter. The land can become the next patriarch of the family.

Fu Chenhua's eyebrows are dignified, shaking his head slightly, interrupting what the middle-aged man wants to say: "No matter, let's leave first."

After he finished, he walked away in a hurry, leaving two middle-aged people standing on the ground floor.

No one knows the metaphysical circles, and the family has recently made a big event.

Fu Jia Erye, who is the living brother of the current family, Fu Shanming, stole the ancestral instruments that were worshipped in the Fujia Temple, and wanted to catch a devil. The result was that the ghost did not catch it, but instead the weapon was lost. When I entered, people were rebelled to have only half a life left, and now they are still lying in bed and unconscious.

Although Fu Jia immediately blocked the news about this matter, but because Fu Shanming was full of blood when he was carried into the main house, the movement was too big, the news could not hold back, but in just one day, almost The entire metaphysical community knows that this is a broken thing.

It is said that paying homes is also a big family that can be squeezed into the top three of the metaphysical circles three hundred years ago. However, the apparent qualifications of the two generations of the descendants are generally low, and they slowly fall out of the ranks of the top families. Hey, now it’s the ridiculous thing that the descendants of the family have stolen the family implements. It’s just plain jokes, and the reputation of the family has been ignited.

However, this incident only reveals a vague probabilities. Specifically, which instrument was stolen, and the details of the origins of the devils that can't be guaranteed by the family's offerings are unknown.

Because of this incident, the atmosphere of the entire family has been very dignified in these two days.

After a day of investigation and deliberation, I even made the decision to pay for the highest score of Fu Chenhua, who has paid for the generation of the family, to open the decision of the squad that has not been used for two hundred years. I think the situation is not optimistic.

For those who practice monasticism, blood is the most important thing besides life. When you lose one or two drops of blood, you have to cultivate for half a month. The cost of spying on the sky is obviously not just one or two drops of blood. .

After coming out of the hut, Fu Chenhua came to the church's parliament with the fastest speed. Even when he didn't have time to knock on the door, he directly pushed in.

All the elders, including his father, waited here, and when he saw him coming in, the face was more or less exposed.

Under the gaze of many eyes, Fu Chenhua carefully took out the pale yellow paper from the sleeves and handed it to the father sitting in the Lord.

Paying the family's long-term will be in the hands of the paper, only took a look, the face changed instantly.

He fixed his mind and passed the paper to a two-faced elder sitting next to him. After the elders saw it, his face was no better than the patriarch, and silently handed the paper to the elders around him.

After everyone had read the paper, the room was already in a dead silence.

The rubbings on the papers clearly show the results of this divination to everyone: the fierce.

This time, in fact, it is far more serious than the speculation of the outside world, because this time it was stolen, it is a piece of instrument that is related to paying for the family.

It’s hard to say that Fu Shanming’s life and death is second. For the current family, the most urgent thing is to find the whereabouts of the lost instrument.

The name of the instrument is Tianchen Shuttle, which is said to have been made from the blood sand that was left over from the ancient times. Because of the special materials, it contains a hint of air transport.

Every creature in this world, and even a ethnic group and a country, has its own air transport. The air transport determines the destiny. Throughout the ages, there have always been people who want to rob others of their gas through various means.

So thousands of years ago, the ancestors who paid the family as the national teacher got the treasure in an accidental situation, and found that it contained the power of air transport, and immediately ecstatically used it to form a soul with it. contract. The descendants of Fujia will endure with the blood of the eternal life to nourish it, and as a reward, the air transport on Tianchen Shuttle will also be part of the air transport.

Starting from the next generation of the national division, each generation of the family will be born with several talented talents, leading the family to the forefront of the contemporary metaphysical world. This thriving trend has continued for more than a dozen generations. In the past two hundred years, it has only begun to have a glimmer of momentum.

It can be said that the family has lasted for nearly a thousand years of prosperity, and it is inseparable from Tianchen.

But now, looking at the beginning of the next month is the day of the offering of the year, if you can not find the Tianchen shuttle before then, the contract between the payment and the home will be automatically lifted.

Moreover, since it is the payment of the family that does not honour it on time, as a party to the breach of contract, they will also be punished by the power of the contract.

At that time, without the blessing of Tian Chensuo, but also to bear the rebellion of the contract, they pay home, I am afraid it is really over...

The daring grandchildren who stole Tianchen Shuttle have not yet awake, and they can't provide any clues. In desperation, they have to take the blood of Fu Shanming to calculate the last place where Tian Chensuo appears. Tianchen Shuttle must be paid for by the family. The descendants can be motivated by blood irrigation. As the last person to use this instrument, Fu Shanming's blood has a guiding role.

The result of the calculation is that in a dilapidated rental house, the owner of the room is an ordinary college student, and there are some indirect entanglements between Fu Shanming, but this person has nothing special.

But what is strange is that after the location was calculated yesterday, when they sent the pathfinder to go to the rental house to find clues, the paper man who was pinched out by the patriarch had not yet entered the house, and he was not sure where to come. Resentment swallowed up.

Is that the rented room still holding the ghost?

Tianchen Shuttle has blessed them the treasures of a whole family for thousands of years. Even the ghosts that they can't control, how strong is the grievances on them?

Under the circumstance, after some discussion, the family finally decided to let the most talented juniors of the family start the formation, and pay a glimpse of the number of lives in the future.

I did not expect that, in the end, I actually got such a result.

Silence spread between the people for a long time, only when the patriarch’s exit broke the silence.

He pointed to the singer who had lost a lot of blood and lost his blood on his face. "Chen Hua, you should go back to rest first. The medicine in the pharmacy should have been delivered to your room. Remember this. You can't stop for a meal in three months."

His only son is the most talented and promising one in the generation of the family. In order to prevent him from being damaged by this foundation, the family took out the herbs and remedies at the bottom of the box to make up for his blood. The deficit.

Because the body is really vain after the loss of blood, the hands and feet are cold, and the brain is also faint, Fu Chenhua heard the words softly, and did not have too much chill, then turned and left the council.

After returning to the room, he drank the soup that was specially prepared for him by countless rare herbs and medicinal herbs. He felt that the body that was almost hollowed out had a little warmth and a slight look on his face. color.

More than a dozen drops of blood is not a small amount. Even if there is a large supply of precious drugs, there is no possibility of recovery in five or six years.

It is reasonable to say that this kind of sacrifice should not be his turn to be a junior, but he is the highest one in the divination of the family. In this relationship, the family’s fate can only be personal. The security was pushed back.

Although the body was very tired, but this kind of wind and rain, Fu Chenhua could not sleep, lying in bed and closing his eyes for a while, then got up and went to a small yard not far away.

Although the yard is small, the number of the next person is several times more than that of the other places where the family is paid. There are also a few young people who are paying for the family. They are standing on the door and on duty, with a look of boring and boring. .

In this yard, the culprit leading to the loss of Tianchen Shuttle is being placed. His uncle, who is still in a coma, Fu Shanming.

Although the elders can't wait to kill his second uncle, but then rely on his blood to find the whereabouts of Tian Chensuo, so at this time, Fu Shanming is absolutely impossible to accidentally, then use medicine to hang His life, to ensure that he will not breathe before finding Tian Chen shuttle, and increased the manpower to look after him.

Seeing him coming over, a sweet-looking girl looked bright and smiled at him with a smile that was a bit envious: "Hey, you are coming."

In order not to cause panic in the family, about the loss of Tianchen Shuttle, only the elders and his quasi-next generation patriarchs know that these elders ordered to pay for the people on duty before the Shan Ming Temple, only knowing their uncle who has never been a weapon. I stole a treasure and smashed a big disaster. I only lost half of my life.

Therefore, they naturally do not understand why the elders should send them to do this kind of work for people to watch the door, but they are faintly guessing in their hearts that the situation is more serious than they think.

Fu Chenhua whispered: "I will take a look at the second uncle."

The girl's eyes flashed and asked: "Chenhua brother, when is the second uncle good?"

Fu Chenhua’s lips evoke a light smile, and in a few words, the girl’s intention to inquire from him was dismissed and entered the yard.

The man who guarded the door certainly recognized him, so he entered the house without any blockage.

The room was covered with a strong taste of traditional Chinese medicine, which was very snot, but Fu Chenhua just drank a bowl of soup that tastes so much. At this time, the taste and smell are still numb, and there is no feeling.

Fu Shanming was lying on the bed, and there was no trace of blood on his face. The face was lost a lot. The Yintang was black, the chest was weakly undulating, and the breath was unspeakable.

He looked down at Fu Shanming, who was ignorant of life and death, without any concern in his eyes.

Since his memory, this nominal uncle has not left a good impression on him.

Unlike his father, as a brother of a mother, Fu Shanming's qualifications are much worse than his father. Even if he is in the sidelines, he has a lot of qualifications better than him.

However, this is not a big deal. As a family member, Fu Shanming has a natural advantage. In addition, his biological brother has become a patriarch. Even if he has nothing to do, he will not be able to pay for his family. difference.

This is indeed the case. As the worst player in the department, he has better resources than most of them.

Although the family is quite vocal about this, most of those resources are supplemented by his father from his own possession, and in addition to this little eccentricity, his father’s patriarch is not Anything that can be accused, no one has publicly argued about this matter, at most, a few words in private.

I did not expect that his father’s long-standing preferential treatment not only failed to make this person feel a little grateful to the family, but also gradually raised his heart. On weekdays, he took a younger brother who was a patriarch in the family. The little things like high-spirited anger are not mentioned, and now it’s bold to move to the instrument of family life!

Originally, the day was not so good to steal, but I don’t know if it’s a burglary. I’ve had a small problem in the ancestral hall. I haven’t had time to check it out. The empty man stole something.

Fu Chenhua took a few drops of blood from Fu Shanming with a vial that he carried with him, and prepared to send it to his father later.

The previous inquisition ended in vain, and then he must still use the blood of his second uncle, and he can make such a contribution to the family.

Just as he collected the vial and just wanted to turn around and leave, the door was pushed away without even a sigh of relief, and a murmur of air was blowing in from behind.

- Yin!

Fu Chenhua felt bad in his heart, immediately took out a piece of paper from the sleeve, and made a decision, the paper would go in the direction of the door!

It’s just that he just lost more than a dozen drops of blood today, his blood is not enough, and his strength has dropped a lot. He didn’t even touch the body of the person, but he was burnt by the sudden black flame. A handful of black ash, scattered on the ground.

He frowned and looked at the people, with deep vigilance in his eyes.

It was a tall man, dressed in a tailored black suit, and the black hair was neatly gathered behind his head, revealing a full forehead and a diagonally flying sword eyebrow, a pair of eyes like a deep pool, no bottom, look Indifferently glanced at him, the eyes did not seem to be looking at a living person, but it was like watching a lifeless dead object.

It’s just this eye, so that the cold hair on Fu Chenhua’s body is upside down.

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