Lord of natural disasters!

It cannot be said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said, it cannot be described, it cannot be grasped!

Extremely mysterious and strange!

I am......

who I am?

Su Qing was covered in blood rain all over the sky.

He stared blankly at the servant who was exploding in front of him, still confused in his ears.

He didn't hear a lot of information clearly, and only heard a few words.

Could it be that he is really his ancestor? He will send a message to himself?

Su Qing opened his mouth and looked not far away. The man in black urgently used some items to suppress the riot of the scorched corpse, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The scorched corpse has been handed over to Us, so it is better not to do something to go back on your word.

Besides, the information he just heard seemed to be the ancestors telling him that when encountering strange things, they should be careful: unspeakable, unspeakable, unsightly instructed!

It makes sense to think about it!

Or just say that my ancestors are knowledgeable and well-informed. In just one sentence, I can explain the strange treatment methods clearly.

"When I arrive at the new station, I will pass on this instruction and treat it as a clan in the future. Maybe this is the last legacy left to us by my ancestors."

Su Qing sighed, looked at the burnt corpse that was leaving, and sighed.

"Let's go and find our place to settle down. We, the Su family, will take root in Us this time."

"Da Tang... can never go back."

Su Qing's voice swayed out in the wind and gradually drifted between this vast world.

During the migration, the Su family encountered a story of a burnt corpse suspected to be their ancestors, which was completely buried in everyone's heart.

A hundred years later, no one can remember such a strange thing that happened. But that tribe conspiracy has been passed down.

It cannot be said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said, it cannot be described, it cannot be grasped!

Because of this tribe, Sujiazhuang forgot the past and maintained a hundred years of stability.

Because of this tribe, there was no turmoil in the strange ancient well in the village.

Because of this clan teaching, the strange existence that I had encountered in the Tang Empire did not appear again.

Because of this tribe, the ancestors of the Su family even buried the chessboard they had been trying hard to protect deeply in the ground, so that they would never see the light of day.

It is also because of this tribe's teaching that Sujiazhuang has completely become an ordinary village without any special ordinary human race after a hundred years.

The person who sent this message, Su Wu, was in tears at this moment.

"No, I told these unfilial ancestors that I am in a zombie state where I cannot speak, cannot speak, cannot describe, and even my thoughts cannot be calculated normally. I also brag about being awesome and saying that I am the king of natural disasters and their ancestors!"

"But why haven't these guys come back? Are you so cruel? You want to completely abandon your ancestors?"

Su Wuqi won't fight.

It seems that Su Qing, the ancestor, was determined to take care of himself.

"I'll make a living by asking for it."

"If you don't leave me here, you will have a place to leave me."

Su Wu secretly annoyed and hated.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

However, the actions just now did not have any gains.

He found that some of his powers and even his various abilities were blocked by the scorched shell composed of various story information outside, but the story types were not included!

Of course, this does not mean that Su Wu can control the power of the story to break free from the control of the scorched shell, but that the story information, even pollution characteristics, etc. contained in the story itself are not within the limits of the scorched meter.

More importantly, when the story information completely pollutes people or objects, the power it feeds to oneself can still be received by him.

This was also one of his abilities at the time. After all, Ghost Eye is a seed of a living zombie and he is hungry and dares to eat even stones.

He had passively tasted the taste of rocks in the valley.

These forces, after aggravate the contaminated characteristics of the story, will further revive the burnt corpse.

So, Su Wu came up with a solution!

Completely relax the limitations on story types.

Let the restriction on the seeds of the story collection completely remove the zombie seeds.

Just like he was fighting against the blood tribulation in the real world, and the leader of the zombie.

But this time, it is completely relaxed without any reservations or time limits, allowing it to pollute and erode and develop its own strength.

"Anyway, it's not my own body. Anyway, there is a story collection, so the soul is not afraid of pollution. What does this corpse turn into and what does it have to do with me?"

"It's just right to see what the current ghost eye power will become after the complete explosion of its power."

Su Wu muttered to himself.

To be honest, doing this is a bit risky, which is equivalent to letting the story take root and sprout in the flesh without any restrictions, or even reviving it.

Once the recovery reaches a certain stage, this is an irreversible process. Why will it transform at that time?

It devours human body, completely pollutes and mutations, and possesses all the power of story species, but does not have human soul knowledge. Is it considered half a demon?

Even the immortal gods above the Nine Heavens have never encountered this situation.

However, even though he knew the danger, Su Wu could not wait.

At this moment, the little locust was gone, and his true body disappeared.

There is no clue to the way to become a seed of famine.

Now even the body cannot be controlled, let alone leave footprints in this era.

Therefore, even if you know you are taking risks, you will do whatever you want.

However, what needs to be done now is that Su Wu needs to thoroughly communicate his story collection and liberate the limited restrictions on ghost eyes.

But now, the story collection is wrapped in layers of strange story information, and you can see it absorbed in strands, but the speed is very slow.

Through layers of wrapping, Su Wuye could only slightly influence the story collection. If he wanted to completely untie the suppression of ghost eyes, he needed more external power feedback.

And this has fallen on pollution and erosion again.

"Can you just wait passively?"

"Wait, no, what is this? Why can you feel the ghost eyes excited? No, it seems that even the three strands of story information that I absorbed at the beginning are slowly erupting!"

Story information:

[Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door]

[The King of Hell wants you to die in the third update, who dares to leave you to pass the fifth update]

【There are unexpected changes in the sky, and people have good fortune and good fortune at any time】

Three strands of story information are actually slowly expanding!

The information contained is improving!

Incredible, incomprehensible!

"What a rich breath of the Nine Netherlands. Damn it, have you gone to hell? Before I died, my body was taken to hell?"

While feeling the ghost eyes and three wisps of story information, Su Wu was trying his best to devour the breath of the Nine Netherworlds, he listened to various wails and screams coming from his ears.

I really had an illusion that I had come to the eighteen levels of hell and was ready to suffer the pain of the torture of all ages.

Before I could feel everything outside carefully, I felt my body rumbling and being thrown on the hard stone platform.

The stone platform exudes an aura that makes oneself and ghost eyes disgusted.

This thing...

It seems to be lapis lazuli?

Wow!

What a fucking big lapis lazuli. Isn’t this physique comparable to the size of the stone above my own well?

Even the rough shape that you can perceive slightly on it is a bit the same as the one in your home!
Chapter completed!