The Cheng Mansion was filled with silver light. Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck, and in an instant, heavy rain began to fall.
Cheng Ge held the deer antler in front of the old Taoist priest and said, "Master Wu, take a look. Is this the sacred medicine refining object you mentioned?"
The old Taoist priest's wrinkled triangular eyes flashed with astonishing light as he stared intently at the bloody antler. He carefully took it and examined it carefully. He nodded repeatedly with ecstasy in his eyes, "This is it, this is it!"
"Master Cheng, if you hadn't used yourself to lure the enemy, I really wouldn't be able to catch this monster with my abilities."
Glancing at the dying stag on the ground, the old Taoist's eyes flashed, and he looked at Cheng Ge again: "But, this monster has helped you many times, do you really not regret it?"
The rain pounded on the roof, the wind blew violently, and the door made a banging sound. Cheng Ge glanced down at the deer, who shook his head vigorously, pleading with his eyes: "Cheng Ge, I'm not a demon, no! Please..."
Cheng Ge retracted his gaze, his tone indifferent: "Whether it's a demon or an immortal, if they are not of my kind, their hearts must be different. Cheng will never regret it!"
She was dressed in a well-tailored black robe, her back straight as a pine tree, her long black hair tied up on top of her head, her face cold and ruthless: "Master, why don't you take a look at what he has and don't waste it."
No, it's a waste...
Fulu stared blankly at the girl in front of him. Is this the person he has been protecting for ten years?
The old Taoist priest raised the corner of his mouth slightly and then quickly dropped it. He nodded, walked to Fulu and used a special dagger to draw blood. During this time, Fulu did not move as if he was dead. However, when the old Taoist priest tried to take his heart, a force of pressure from heaven and earth pressed on him, causing his bones to tremble and his facial muscles to shake.
"Master, are you okay?"
"fine!"
The old Taoist swallowed the blood in his mouth and slowly stood up.
In an instant, the inexplicable power disappeared. The old Taoist bit his cheek and forced a smile: "This monster is very evil. Only blood can stop it."
Cheng Ge glanced at the blood basin in his hand and nodded, saying, "In that case, this demon will be handed over to Taoist Wu for disposal."
Taoist Priest Wu nodded, and the two of them left the room. Soon, two muscular servants entered the room, carried the defenseless stag to the door, loaded it onto an oxcart, and transported it outside the city, where they dumped it into a ditch.
The heavy rain caused the water in the ditch to rise rapidly, and the deer drifted along the ditch, bleeding all the way.
There has never been such heavy rain in Dian Cang Kingdom.
For nine days and nine nights, the sky seemed to have a hole in it, and it was raining without distinguishing between day and night.
The crops were submerged, the houses collapsed, the people and livestock were soaked in sewage, landslides blocked the roads... Countless people knelt in front of the mountain temple.
On the tenth day, the sky cleared up and the sunlight was extremely warm. The water receded in just three days.
The people cheered, but before they could finish their joy, the sunlight above their heads became more and more dazzling. The sky was full of red clouds, and the red sun gushed out like a furnace of boiling water, with dazzling golden light, burning the earth.
Drought, plague, and famine began to accompany everyone, bringing widespread misery wherever they went.
Only then did everyone realize that the rain was the only one in ten years.
After ten years of starvation and freezing temperatures, they finally realized that their beloved gods had abandoned them. Could the gods still hear their cries? Could the gods see their suffering? They remained prostrate.
Xihe's fingers gently fell on Fulu's old face, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on his face bit by bit.
But no one knows that their God is right beside them.
He could neither live nor die, and wandered the world with his broken body, hungry, cold, and thirsty. Having lost his divine power, he was even weaker than a mortal. He watched with his own eyes as the world he protected turned into purgatory, with cannibalism and cannibalism happening everywhere, and he could do nothing.
Like them, he was just barely surviving.
Fulu's eyes trembled, and he turned to Xihe, curling his lips in mockery: "You are worthy of mentioning them."
His heart had long been calm after experiencing repeated hells on earth. Only when he faced the man who had hurt him again did a tremendous hatred rise in his heart. As soon as he stretched out his hand, it was grasped. Although the hand was extremely weak, he was powerless to resist.
Xihe held Fulu's wrist, feeling fortunate that he still had such a strong emotion as hatred.
Ignoring his struggles, she let the driver carry him into the carriage and told him to drive to the inn. Then she said to him, "When that demon entered the mansion, he only claimed to be from the Taoist Tianqi lineage, that he had learned the Taoist technique of watching and waiting, and that he had some magical powers. But no one knew the location of his master, nor did he know his fellow disciples."
"I've read in the classics that if I want to regain my divine power, I need to find the lost antlers."
However, the world is so vast, how can one find someone who has been missing for ten years in such a vast sea of people? That evil Taoist priest was full of tricks. After leaving behind a bowl of deer blood and running away, there has been no news of him for ten years.
He already knew Fu Lu's identity, and Cheng Fu simply saw that Fu Lu treated the original owner differently and wanted to take advantage of him.
But how majestic is the power of the mountain god? If the original owner had not deceived Fulu into trusting him and drank his special talisman water, even if all the Taoist sects in the world came together to attack him, they would not be able to touch Fulu in the slightest.
Having obtained the most precious thing from the mountain god, Taoist Wu was afraid that something might happen if he was not too late, so he packed up and ran away that night.
He left the deer blood to the original owner not because the original owner had helped him, but because he was afraid that one day the gods would regain their power and be the first to deal with him. He gave this thing to the original owner purely to let her be a pawn and die before him.
The original owner lived up to expectations and drank the deer blood. Over the past ten years, she has become strong and healthy, and her appearance has become more and more beautiful.
Although the original owner's actions were truly cruel and heartless, it seems to be a blessing today...
Xihe opened the secret compartment, took out a dagger, and cut her palm under Fulu's mocking gaze. Blood dripped into the bowl, and her face turned extremely pale in an instant.
Wrapping his palm neatly with white cloth, Xihe brought the bowl to Fulu's lips: "Drink!"
Fu Lu didn't move, just looked at her in astonishment, forgetting to struggle.
Xihe frowned, then pinched his chin and poured blood into his throat. The sweet blood with a slightly fishy smell flowed into his throat. Fulu couldn't help swallowing because his neck was stuck. For a moment, his dry internal organs seemed to be irrigated by sweet rain, and they gradually regained vitality.
Fulu pushed Xihe away and looked at her with a look of surprise and doubt: "You!"
Xihe lowered his head and continued to bandage: "I drank your blood, which contains some of your divine power. Although it is small, it should be enough for us to retrieve your antlers."
The blood of the gods was extremely powerful. The original owner drank a whole bowl of it and almost died before he survived.
Xihe sighed, but it was just a drop in the bucket. The most urgent thing was to get the antlers back as soon as possible so that Fulu could recover his power... His antlers were cut off, and his broken body could not support him to leave the range of Yungui Mountain. Otherwise, Fulu would get the things back even if he died.
"But."
Fulu looked at her: "Why do you think I will believe you?"
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