I never escaped in the end.
The land of Xiqi has a divine mission, and I am determined to carry out the mission of sealing the gods. This place is indispensable.
I believe that even if there are evil spirits and demons running rampant, as long as I successfully seal the gods, a peaceful world will come!
I am the last hope.
"National Teacher, Lord Hou invites you to a banquet together."
A servant's voice came from outside the tent.
"Hmm."
I nodded lightly, got up slowly, and prepared to attend the banquet.
Today, I am going to officially meet the core figures of Xiqi and prepare for the upcoming battle.
Soon, I arrived outside the commander's tent.
For some reason, the camp was silent at this moment, not even the patrol of the soldiers could be heard, the entire camp seemed like a ghost domain, making people shudder involuntarily.
Without much thought, I walked directly into the commander's tent.
All of a sudden, a noisy sound rushed towards me.
I saw countless tables lined up on both sides, extending endlessly. At the end, sitting in the first place was Marquis Xibo, Ji Chang.
This...is the skill of illusion!
No wonder I didn’t notice any abnormalities in the commander’s tent from the outside. It was truly a great skill.
A hint of surprise flashed in my eyes.
"Ziya is here!"
Someone shouted, and all eyes suddenly gathered on me, making me somewhat embarrassed, so I had to bow and apologize for being late.
"No worries! I have heard of Ziya's name for a long time. Now that I see you, you are truly extraordinary!"
A middle-aged figure holding a pagoda came to me with a smile, introducing himself as Li Jing, and his sons Nezha, Muzha, and Jinzha followed suit.
"Greetings, National Teacher!"
Behind him, three handsome young men bowed and greeted me.
"Very well, greetings to all of you."
I smiled and couldn't help but look at the youngest of the three young men among them, and said,
"This must be the beloved disciple of Taiyi Senior Brother, Nezha, who is truly a remarkable talent in this era!"
In my eyes, Nezha exuded a powerful aura, with innate powerful bones, and his cultivation at a young age was already not inferior to my senior brothers, making him outstanding.
But upon hearing my words, Nezha still kept his head down, maintaining a bowing posture, not even moving.
Li Jing frowned and scolded him coldly.
At the same time, Nezha stiffly raised his head, showing a smile that was even uglier than crying.
In this situation, he...appeared to be like a living puppet!
My smile on my face suddenly became a bit stiff, and the Divine Whip in my arms suddenly heated up at this moment, then quickly subsided, leaving me a bit confused.
Before I could think it over, others at the banquet had successively come to me.
After a round of greetings, everyone started the banquet with smiles, and I put aside Nezha's strangeness from earlier.
After three rounds of wine, I, with only a mortal body, began to feel a bit confused.
I leaned on the desk and suddenly felt a cold aura entering my spine and straight into the back of my head, making me shiver involuntarily and suddenly awake.
Following that, a bloody smell mixed with the familiar scent of meat wafted into my nose.
A chill rose from the bottom of my heart...
I recognized this smell, it was...the smell of human flesh!
I swallowed hard, pretending to be overwhelmed by alcohol, but my eyes squinted slightly!
However, the scene before my eyes almost made me summon my Divine Whip directly!
Inside the commander's tent, there were no current sages and various immortal figures;
There were only grotesque and ugly demons laughing madly!
Each of them had bloodstained mouths, swallowing the human limbs in their hands greedily!
My eyes caught the position where a pig's head was originally placed in the banquet...and astonishingly, it was the head of Yin Jiao!
His eyes still showed despair, with the words on his lips - "Escape quickly!"
At this moment, a hand heavily patted my shoulder, and a voice came from behind me:
"Teacher Ziya, why are you trembling?"
"Yang Jian?"
I forced myself to remain calm, turned around, and saw an unexpected figure - Yang Jian!
He was one of the strongest among the third generation disciples of Chanjiao, practicing the mysterious Eight or Nine Techniques, an art that even his master, Yuding Zhenren, had never practiced.
Therefore, one could often hear Senior Brother Yuding praising his disciple on Kunlun, full of pride in his words.
Most importantly...Yang Jian was human!
Not a demon!
My heart shook suddenly, with a glimmer of hope.
If I joined forces with Yang Jian, maybe we could escape!
But his next words made me feel like I was poured cold water over my head!
"Teacher Ziya, are you tired?"
"Seeing some things is better than not seeing them."
Yang Jian's eyes were full of complexity, he bowed to me, then simply left without even looking back.
Am I going crazy!
I feel like I am really going crazy!
Who are the demons?
Why is Xiqi, which should be a land of divine destiny, so full of weirdness?
The body of Marquis Ji Chang, who appeared in the Wei River, Nezha, the puppet-like talent...this absurd human flesh feast...
I don't know how I walked out of the commander's tent, and I don't even know how I returned to my own tent.
I want to escape.
But where can I escape to?
I can't even tell if what I saw was a mental illusion, or if the world has truly become so corrupt!
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