"There are only me and Zhu Tianmiao here. Whose legs do you want to hug?" Songhe asked.
"It's wonderful."
"Nonsense!" Song He said with a slightly scolding tone, "Zhu Tianmiao can't even stand on her own and has to rely on me to hold her shoulders. You're holding her thighs, are you planning to fall down with her?"
Song Zirui said, "I'll stand in front and hold her, and you can grab her shoulders from behind, isn't that enough?"
Lan Zhi: "..." You two have surrounded me.
Songhe thought about it and nodded, "Okay."
Song Zirui happily jumped onto the flying sword, facing Lan Zhi, opened his arms and hugged her legs tightly.
Song He put one hand on Lan Zhi's shoulder and urged the flying sword to soar into the sky. This time the flight trajectory was even more arrogant, forming a semicircular arc. The strong wind made it impossible for people to open their eyes. Lan Zhi simply closed her eyes, and two balls of green flames rose from her shoulders to resist the cold breath coming from Song He's hand.
Not long after, the flying sword had another accident and fell to the ground, plowing a long scar on the earth. Song He and the other two jumped off the flying sword in advance. The long sword stabbed into the ground at an angle until there was a "ding" sound and the tip of the sword touched the stone wall, and then it finally stopped.
To be precise, it is not a stone wall, but a stone tablet with three big characters "Chihu Village" written on it.
"We're here." Songhe let go of Lanzhi's shoulders.
Two young men stood guard at the village gate, swords at their waists. They looked wary and asked, "Are you... ferocious beasts?"
"No." Song He walked over with a smile on his face. He was already handsome, and his smile was like the autumn moon shining on flowers. His tea-green pupils were tinged with a misty gray. He said, "I am here to save you."
"Rescue?" The two young men looked at each other, their hands still holding knives, but their expressions involuntarily relaxed.
"That's right, I am the Immortal, the Lord of all evil, and the God who saves the world."
Songhe has a gorgeous voice with a low and soft tone. The pronunciation of each word is like a moving note striking on the heartstrings, with the power to soothe the heart. Anyone who hears his voice can't help but want to get closer to him, wishing to immerse themselves in such a beautiful and moving melody for the rest of their lives.
Songhe's beautiful face was full of compassion, as if a god high above was pitying the suffering of the people, and looked sacred and bright.
He added, "I came into this world to save all living beings and the world..."
Gradually, the eyes of the two young men became fanatical. They threw down their knives and knelt on the ground. They went from having no faith to being humble believers.
"Lord God, we are willing to follow you until death and serve you as our Lord!"
"Not everyone is qualified to follow me." Song He lowered his eyes to look at the two figures kneeling on the ground, and said in a tone of alms, "But I am a god, and God loves all living things. In order to save you two lost lambs, I allow you to become my believers."
"Thank you for your gift!" The two young men seemed to have received great encouragement, their faces flushed. They cut their wrists and said, "We beg the gods to grant us grace and accept us as your slaves. We are willing to sign a master-servant contract with you..."
Unexpectedly, the smile on Songhe's face disappeared and he suddenly became indifferent.
He said indifferently: "You are not worthy."
"Is there something we didn't do well enough?" Instead of being angry, the two young men were very frustrated and hung their heads in guilt.
Song He said, "You have just become believers, so don't be too greedy. As long as you perform meritorious deeds many times in the future, I may make an exception and accept you as my slaves."
Song He was clearly well versed in the art of flattering people. Just how many times did "many meritorious deeds" refer to? That was entirely his decision. Yet, the two young men knelt and kowtowed in gratitude. One of them said, "God, there are many spiritual masters and soul masters in this village. They are all lost lambs, eager to bask in the glory of God. Please allow me to lead the way for you and save more people!"
Song He said: "Okay, I will give you a credit."
Upon hearing this, the young man who spoke was ecstatic, while the other young man's face was full of regret, annoyed that he reacted too slowly and let his companion seize the opportunity.
The two of them led the way together and started competing secretly, introducing the situation in the village one after another.
"We originally thought we were just villagers from Chihu Village. Thanks to Mr. Shen's magic, he helped us remember our identities and lifted the seal in our bodies, allowing us to restore our spiritual power."
"At night, Mr. Shen led us to eliminate the white cloaks, red bugs and other monsters that roamed around at night."
"Then he took many villagers to the town to rescue more people, leaving us alone to guard the village."
After the two young men had outlined the situation, they called out to the dozen or so remaining spiritualists in the village. They had been playing cards in their rooms, but upon hearing the calls, they assumed something important was going on and came out. But when they saw Song He's signature green eyes, they instantly went into battle mode, demanding, "What are you two doing? Why are you bringing the beast here? Are you trying to kill us?"
The two young men retorted loudly: "Don't spit bloody words at us, we are trying to save you!"
"How can we save them? Let the beasts eat us? Then we won't even have time to think about escaping the secret realm. We'll just die."
Both sides were very angry and neither was willing to give in.
Songhe stepped forward, his eyes full of compassion as he said, "God has mercy on the world."
His voice was as gorgeous as the finest silk. When he spoke in a deep and slow tone, everyone's minds were in a trance for a moment. More than a dozen spiritual masters all fell silent and looked at Song He in unison.
Songhe took a step forward and said, "I am the god who saves the world."
A look of fanaticism gradually appeared in the eyes of more than a dozen spiritual masters.
Song He took another step forward and said, "I am the Lord of All Evils."
The spiritual masters knelt down collectively, "We are willing to believe in you and follow you!"
Songhe smiled slightly, raised his palm, and sprinkled spiritual power to cover these "believers".
Soon, green leaf marks appeared on the foreheads of the "believers".
Song He withdrew his hand, turned to look at Lan Zhi, and said, "There is no aura of my kind here."
He suspected that Lan Zhi had deceived him and deliberately pointed him in the wrong direction on the map to mislead him.
Lan Zhi said calmly: "She may have followed Mr. Shen."
Songhe didn't believe it. "If you really live in this village, why don't these people know you?"
“There are more than a thousand people living in the village. It’s impossible for everyone to know me, right? I’m not a celebrity like Mr. Shen.”
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