Chapter 1: Crossing
Cloudy day, cafe.
There is a small round table with flowers placed by the window adding a touch of romance. The only two guests in the store are sitting at the table.
On weekdays, most citizens are still at work, and very few people go specifically to the coffee shops near the resort.
The handsome boy with a baby face was looking proudly at his peers across from him, boasting: "The company has decided to release an album for me. In the future, we will have fewer and fewer opportunities to meet each other, so we should seize the time now to get together."
He was the only one among his batch of trainees who had made a name for himself. He felt even more excited when he saw with his own eyes that the person who could have been the face of the team was not only abandoned by the company for some reason, but also became a paparazzi.
The person sitting opposite had a wrinkled shirt with a few weeds hanging on it. It was obvious that he was waiting for some celebrity last night.
But every time he sees this face, Baby Face can't help but feel jealous.
The boy's eyes are naturally reddish, his eyebrows are long and thin, his skin is very fair, and he has long hair. Each of these features taken individually may not be that outstanding, but when combined on him, there is a kind of extraordinary magic that makes people linger on.
Faced with the boasting, the boy yawned lightly: "Congratulations."
A punch hit the cotton, and the baby-faced man deliberately said: "Luke, if life is difficult, I can lend you some..."
Before he finished speaking, Luke's cell phone on the table vibrated.
The baby-faced boy had sharp eyes and saw that it was a transfer message followed by several zeros.
He opened his mouth wide: "This is..."
Lu Jia: "Oh, I happened to take a photo of an 18th-tier artist having a night out with a beautiful woman yesterday, and the other party's studio wanted to buy out the photos."
After a long while, the baby-faced man came back to his senses and raised his voice unconsciously: "Eighteenth-tier?! Is a photo worth this much?"
Lu Jia said calmly, "It's OK, not expensive. Da Zhuang, who is in the same group with us, is now picking up passengers at the airport. He makes 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month selling autographed photos. Oh, and there's Xiao Mei, remember? She made a lesbian movie, which wasn't very popular, but she made a few hundred thousand by hyping up her CP."
As for myself, I am very famous in the paparazzi circle, but ordinary celebrities may not know it.
Because he doesn't want to attract too much hatred, he often sells the material he shoots to other reporters. Entertainment reporters focus on performance and fame, and he is only responsible for taking the money.
Still in the exploitation stage, with a baby-faced man making less than 120,000 yuan a year: "..."
The coffee tastes bitter when it goes down my throat.
Even after walking out of the cafe, the baby-faced man was still in a daze, and kept muttering "How is this possible?"
The sky outside was getting even darker, and Luke was annoyed by his nagging.
The sole of his shoe drew a circle clockwise in the pile of fallen leaves next to him. Luke asked, "What is this?"
The baby-faced man lowered his head, looked at the crooked shape, and murmured, "A circle."
"No, it's a circle."
Everything has its circle. If you stand in the circle, you will get money.
The baby-faced man stared at the circle for a long time, thinking of the string of zeros he had just seen, and uttered:
Marler Daddy.
Unexpectedly, Lu Jia sighed softly, put his hands in his pockets, and looked up at the sky: "Hey, sometimes I wonder, I gave up my dream of becoming an artist in exchange for a big house in the city center, a latest model X-Benz, and a life without worries about food and clothing. Is it really worth it?"
Oh my god, please tell me the answer!
Every word strikes the soul.
The baby-faced guy was almost so angry that he had a heart attack. How could a person be so mean?
If God really has eyes, he will strike you to death with lightning.
Boom!
A bolt of thunder came down from the clouds, striking steadily and fiercely.
The lightning illuminated a face that was almost distorted by fear. After several seconds, the baby-faced man finally reacted.
"Help, ambulance! Someone was struck by lightning."
Seeing someone being hacked to death with his own eyes, his baby face was shaking like a sieve, and his legs were so limp from fear that he couldn't move at all.
After a long while, he cried out: "... Luke! Luke, are you okay..."
Luka fell on his back, and in a trance he saw countless strange shadows appear in the sky.
One of the figures was the most eye-catching.
The man sitting in the golden sedan chair had two horns on his forehead and long scarlet hair that flowed like a blood waterfall. Behind them, there were tens of thousands of ceremonial processions, running flaming hell horses, fallen witches, evil knights...all shouting praises to the Demon King.
"The Demon King's Tour, The Demon King's Tour—"
Just when Luke wanted to see more clearly, the man on top suddenly looked over here.
In the narrow and slightly narrow eye sockets, the blood-red pupils seemed to be incomplete, like an ominous blood moon.
Luke wasn't sure if he was looking at him.
Indifference and disregard are like looking at a weed on the roadside.
Damn, what horned man? Even more pretentious than me!
Why didn't the thunder strike him!
My eyelids gradually drooped weakly.
At the last moment, Luke only had one thought:
In my next life, I will never pretend again.
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The sky gradually darkened.
Luke was awakened by the strong smell of blood.
He struggled to open his eyes and looked blurrily at the messy world before him.
There were corpses everywhere, and the withered remains were extremely huge. Countless blood gathered together and all flowed in one direction. Lujia couldn't stand up. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to crawl in the direction of the blood.
As they crawled, a huge pool of blood appeared in front of them.
Blood poured down like a waterfall.
A bloody bone was floating strangely in the air, the strange lines on the bone were blurred by the blood, at the end of the hand bone, there was a deformed heart, blood from all directions was constantly being swallowed by the heart.
Luke was frightened by this strange scene.
"Baby!" A voice mixed with excitement came into the ears, and a dwarf was desperately crawling towards the ball of light.
He climbed, and Luke climbed instinctively too.
Face to face, they crawled twistedly in the muddy ground.
After all, the dwarf was faster. He used his hands and feet, summoned up the last of his strength, and made a desperate attempt at the cost of further injuries.
Luke's heart tightened.
The distance was very close, and he could already see the murderous intent on the other person's face.
If it is really a treasure, the dwarves will definitely kill people to silence them if they get it.
Since it can suck blood automatically, maybe this thing has some consciousness.
One.
Lujia immediately took a deep breath and shouted: "Dear, I am weak, choose me, I am easier to control!"
The dwarf had already touched the hand bones, and strange inscriptions appeared where the two sides touched, as if they were making some kind of contract.
After Luke shouted, the bones of his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
In the end, it actually believed the slander and suddenly began to retreat.
it works!
Luke's eyes lit up, and he tried his best to show how weak he was.
"Baby, baby, I'm so weak that I can't even stand up. What's your reason for not choosing me?"
The deformed heart at the top beat once—
Plop, plop.
It was moved and moved twice.
"No!"
The dwarf watched the heart held up by the hand bones sway from side to side, and finally flew towards Luke.
The moment the light and shadow entered his arms, Luka's whole body felt as if it was burning on fire. Before he fainted from the extreme pain, he touched the quiver hanging on his body.
Looking at the dwarf who was distracted and full of hatred, Luke immediately drew out his arrow and stabbed it into the opponent's chest.
During this time, he caught a glimpse of the scepter from the corner of his eye. His mind moved and for some reason he deliberately moved his hand half an inch away.
Amid the dull sound of arrows piercing flesh, Luke looked at the dwarf groaning in pain and said viciously in a trembling voice: "You see, being strong is the original sin..."
After he finished speaking, his body tilted and he fell down.
Luke fell into a coma for the second time that day.
Unfortunately, being in a coma does not affect dreaming.
Since he was a child, Luke has always had a dream, and each dream is continuous. In the dream, his father was a demon king and his mother was a saint who was high above everyone else. Later, they had a falling out and he was exiled to a desolate land as a disgrace.
I don’t know how much time passed before I woke up from the nightmare.
Luke had a severe headache and held his head tightly. A huge amount of information kept being stuffed into his brain.
Giant dragons soaring in the sky, savage and ferocious orcs, elves occupying a territory...those unfamiliar points of knowledge filled my brain, along with the memories of another person.
Luke had experienced much of being exiled and bullied in his dreams.
The overlap did not bring him much psychological shock.
Luke stared at his hands covered in dirt: "Could it be that I am..."
Could it be that I traveled through time?
Traveled through time and space and became the real son of the devil.
He was very familiar with this body. The image reflected in the blood on the ground matched his own appearance, but the body was younger, probably about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Suddenly thinking of something, Luke looked around.
The terrifying scepter from before was just within reach, and there was also a dwarf's corpse nearby. The arrows on the corpse reminded him of what had happened.
Pulled by the deformed heart, the remaining blood on the ground freely arranged into a sentence:
[Come and sign the blood contract when you wake up.] 】
Lujia searched his memory. The blood pact is a soul contract. Once established, both parties cannot betray each other. Advanced blood pacts can also share life and power.
[Your body cannot withstand my strength.] 】
This means signing a low-level blood contract.
The blood contract can only be signed when one is awake, so the heart has been waiting for Luke to wake up.
Luke frowned, holding his breath and acting on instinct.
Now that I think about it, it’s really strange that the deformed heart is so powerful, but it has to rely on an existence that has nothing.
The next second, Lujia's pupils suddenly shrank.
No, he still has a good body.
The memories in his mind told Luke that after the soul was annihilated, the body would soon rot.
The hand bones are just a carrier, the heart on top is the focus. If this heart wants to take over someone else's nest, it will definitely intend to imprison its own soul.
The soul blood contract is a channel that helps the other party get in touch with his own soul.
The shadow in front fell, and countless scarlet threads entangled Luke like a spider web. It seemed as if if he said no, he would be cut into countless pieces in the next second.
There is such a huge disparity in strength that there is no choice at all.
As long as he is alive, there is hope. Luke slowly uttered a word: "Okay."
He was pinning his hopes on the fact that this body was special.
The blood of the Demon King and the Saint was flowing in his body at the same time, plus his own soul that had traveled through time and space.
A hodgepodge of stews should always be a little different.
Biting his fingertips, Luka cooperated in signing a low-level blood contract.
The deformed heart can't wait.
There are basically no other survivors in the entire barren land, and this young man is the best choice. The other party is as weak as a stray cat. If it were another stronger life, it might not be able to easily capture the soul after the contract is established.
A large number of inscriptions emerged, flowing like liquid at the intersection of the blood of both parties.
The heart had long discovered the extraordinary nature of Luke's blood, and the collision of the two powerful blood streams resulted in the blood becoming waste.
But this body is only used for transition, so it doesn't care.
Until the most critical step -
The deformed heart at the top suddenly expanded a lot, and the blood vessels on the surface bulged, and it was so frightened that it turned into an emoticon.
Assuming that the soul of a normal person can be described as a boiled egg, then Luke's is like egg drop soup, the messy kind!
Not to mention being detained, even if it were to endure the slightest external force, it would collapse.
It can exploit loopholes in the blood contract and withstand the backlash of the soul-binding, but if it really kills the other party, it will also die without a burial place.
This is not a blood contract at all.
It's such bad luck for it!
Thousands of inscriptions finally turned into two fingernail-sized marks. One flew into the core of the deformed heart, and the other flew around in the 'egg drop soup' but could not find the soul core.
Then the inscription automatically dispersed, each one was the size of a particle... Even so, it could not completely cover all the loose souls, and it would be broken into powder if it broke again.
In the blood pact between the two parties, Luke was subject to less than one ten-thousandth of the restrictions, and he did not seem to feel any discomfort until the contract was completed.
If I were to say the only uncomfortable point.
Coo.
Luke put his hand on his stomach.
"I'm hungry."
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