Chapter 202
"It's a success!"
"There really are gods in this world?!"
"Today I saw both a dragon and a god, my goodness, who would believe it if I told anyone?"
"A god can actually descend to earth in this era!"
"Oh no, what do we do? Are we going to all be wiped out?!"
At the moment the statue moves, different thoughts flash through the minds of different people.
Everyone except Chu Er was on high alert.
Little Dragon sensed no threat and landed back on Qin Su's shoulder, lazily digesting the Emperor's Dew.
He has the body of a dragon, but is still considered a demon. The Emperor's Dew is a great tonic for him.
Previously, he had been unable to transform into human form and did not understand why, but tonight he had a vague idea of what was going on.
It's probably because his spiritual power was insufficient before, only enough to maintain the dragon form. Once he absorbs and digests tonight's imperial nectar, he might be able to transform into a human, and he won't have to hide in Su Su's sleeve anymore.
Thinking of this, Xiaolong felt his scales standing on end in excitement.
He affectionately rubbed Qin Su's ear and muttered, "What kind of god is this? It's hiding and dodging, I'll burn it to death later."
Qin Su sensed that something was wrong with him, unsure whether it was because of the Emperor's Dew or because he had been using magic too frequently. She touched his forehead with her lips and reassured him, "Don't worry, let's see how it goes."
Everyone stared intently at the statue, its form blurred in the light, waiting for its next move.
The statue took a step forward, then another, waving its hand as if it were getting used to the body. Once it was used to the body, it immediately bent over and then stood there motionless.
Since no one could see what he was doing, they became even more wary.
Chu Er knelt in front of the table, closest to it. Although he couldn't see the specific situation clearly, he could hear some indistinct sounds.
But this sound...
Chu Er felt he might have misheard, and he said uncertainly, "God? This disciple, Chu Er, is a priest."
The statue remained standing motionless in the same spot.
But the sound Chu Er heard was even clearer.
A dozen seconds later, the light from the magic circle faded, and the statue hidden in the light finally appeared completely in front of everyone.
The "evil god" possessing the statue was engrossed in eating, grabbing food from the table and stuffing it into his mouth, as if he wanted to skip even the act of chewing.
"Mmm, delicious."
He finished a peach in two bites, then picked up an apple, took a few bites to taste it, and swallowed it.
"Sweet, very sweet."
“Huh?” Xiaolong said to Qin Su in a voice that no one else could hear, “I think I know this guy—not that I know him personally, but it’s like a kind of inheritance, I can recognize him.”
Qin Su raised an eyebrow.
Xiao Long quietly gave his name.
The god possessing the statue seemed to be starving. Without even looking at his surroundings or who was around, he muttered something as he stuffed food into his mouth.
His appearance was also changing at a visible speed. At first, he looked like a rigid statue, but as he moved, he gradually became a lifelike person. After he finished eating the fruit on the table, there was no trace of his non-human nature.
No, you can still tell a little bit, after all, normal people don't eat like that.
Everyone present: "..."
Oh, this.
We had imagined countless things that would happen after the "evil god" descended, but no one expected it to be like this. What kind of impoverished area did this evil god come from? Why does he look like he hasn't eaten for thousands of years?
Tang Xuan looked to his companions for help, trying to get instructions on the next move from them, but his companions were dumbfounded and did not respond.
The only one who seemed normal was Qin Su, who was whispering to Long, and it was unclear what they were saying.
Tang Xuan: "..."
Someone please save me!
“God.” Chu Er was the first to move.
Although he summoned the "evil god," he did not specify which one to summon. After all, in this degenerate age, no one knows which gods still exist or which have already vanished.
Therefore, he was very uneasy, because he really couldn't figure out where this deity came from.
Chu Er rose from the table, bowed respectfully, and asked, "May I ask the rank of the Supreme God?"
This is where you ask about origins. A person's name, a demon's background, a god's rank and title—all these have significant meanings.
The god ate without even raising his head and said, "I am an ancient god, and my name is not something you mortals can hear. Are you the priest? The offerings are good. What do you ask for? Tell me."
Chu Er immediately became excited.
It doesn't matter if we don't know the name or origin of the deity, nor does it matter if the deity's behavior is a bit strange. The long-cherished wish has been fulfilled in one day, which is enough to make people's hearts surge.
"God, I am in great difficulty. This body is not my own. My soul has been trapped in this body for many years. I hope you can help me to completely merge my soul with my body."
The "Evil God" had already finished all the fruit in one go, and reached for the meat dishes that Lin Jing had packed. Hearing his request, he readily agreed, "No problem, no problem at all."
Chu Erqiang suppressed his joy, bowed again devoutly, and said, "This disciple is deeply grateful and does not know how to repay the Supreme God. This disciple is willing to follow the Supreme God to cultivate, so that I may serve you at your side."
The "evil god," his mouth greasy with food, gave a perfunctory "hmm" and asked without any attempt to hide his intentions, "Is this the same offering every day?"
Chu Er was taken aback, then quickly replied, "Of course, if the High God likes it, then this disciple will prepare it for you."
The "evil god" nodded in satisfaction, finished a plate of fish, and then went to eat pig's head meat.
After taking only a few bites, he suddenly frowned, smacked his lips, and said, "Wait, what's that taste in this meat?"
Chu Er was about to tell him about the current situation and ask him to deal with those annoying cultivators on the other side, but seeing that his mind was on the food, he had no choice but to swallow his words and explain, "This is a famous dish in the mortal world. Does the High God not like it?"
The "evil god" wasn't that he couldn't get used to the food, he just found it strange. Not only did it taste strange, but he felt uncomfortable all over.
He stared at the pig's head meat in his hand, lost in thought.
Heaven help him, he hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, and for a moment he really couldn't distinguish the taste of different kinds of food.
He tentatively took a few more bites before suddenly remembering what the strange taste was.
"Ugh." He opened his mouth and spat out, "Cockroaches!"
Cockroach, an old name for the insect.
The entire factory fell silent.
The crowd's gaze slowly shifted from the pig's head meat on the table to the mouth of the "evil god" who was just enjoying his meal.
The "evil god" suddenly turned around, grabbed Chu Er by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and asked fiercely, "Is this the offering you prepared? Are you deliberately playing a trick on me?"
Chu Er's face flushed red as he struggled to speak, "This disciple...this disciple was unaware of this either..."
Just as everyone was in a state of confusion and suffocation, Xiaolong withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, tilted his head, and whispered in Qin Su's ear, "I'm sure, it's him."
Qin Su narrowed his eyes and called out the name of the "evil god": "Taotie?"
Without thinking, the "evil god" blurted out, "Who called me?"
He turned around and met the crimson dragon eyes.
The discomfort I had been feeling suddenly became clear; it turned out to be the oppressive aura emanating from the dragon.
Taotie's eyes widened, and it knelt down with a thud.
"Dragon, dragon, dragon, Dragon King!"
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