Outside the window, the night was quiet.
Chung Shen-soo's thoughts, however, could not calm down for a long time.
"Is Su Daozhi's luck good or bad? To be able to communicate with such an existence and be possessed … This is the legendary Count of the first generation of Hasting who dared to come and expand his territory after the fall of the Yan Han Empire! "
Through the memory just now, he had a better understanding of the history of that time.
"The Fufeng Protectorate originally belonged to the County of Hastings … After the first generation Count established the country, he did pray to a great existence …"
"He came from the boundless chaos and was a true god … Although I don't know what the result of the sacrifice was, that existence was obviously not interested in protecting the County of Hastings and watched it be destroyed … But … whether or not he exerted any influence on the sacrifice is uncertain."
People did not care about ants, nor did they care about ants' prayers.
Maybe the ants only prayed for power, but people just threw some bread crumbs down.
Or maybe the ants prayed for some bread crumbs, but people stepped on them and killed them.
Chung Shen-soo guessed that Count Hastings was in the same situation.
That true god did not protect his country, but it seemed to have an influence on him, making him immortal even after his death, turning him into a form like a vengeful spirit and living until now!
"Although … he seems to have lost his mind."
"So I can conclude some rules from this. That true god will unconsciously respond to the ritual, but it may not follow the prayers of the believers. Also, to gain power, there will always be a heavy price to pay …"
Chung Shen-soo shook his head. "Why would I calculate this? I don't want to pray to the great existence from the boundless chaos … Besides, I don't know his ritual. "
Count's memory was very fragmented, especially the ritual, runes, and even the name of that existence, which was very vague.
Moreover, it was accompanied by an extremely dangerous feeling.
This let Chung Shen-soo know that if he wanted to search for the name and power of that god, the first generation Count in his body was the best example.
"Speaking of which … this Count, is he really blessed by the god? Why do I feel like it's more of a curse? "
Chung Shen-soo continued to experiment with dao techniques.
This time, he seemed to see a tall and thin figure in the haze.
He was wearing a black cashmere gown with two rows of golden buttons and black moccasins …
Slender limbs, pale skin …
Most importantly … it had no head!
Headless Count!
What Chung Shen-soo did not know was that while he was experimenting with the dao technique, something strange was happening in the room.
Drip! Drip!
Drops of dark red blood appeared out of nowhere and continuously dripped down from the bed.
The thin fog began to spread in all directions, gradually enveloping the small village.
Under the double moons, the entire village was shrouded in a thin layer of mist. The buildings became illusory and hazy, and not a single sound could be heard.
If it was during the day, this would definitely cause panic, but it was late at night.
Amidst the hazy mist, a figure appeared, constantly wandering about.
Dressed in a luxurious suit, he looked like a gentleman attending a banquet.
The only difference was that it had no head!
Headless Count!
What was even stranger was that from the outside of the village, everything in the small village looked normal.
…
"According to the military report, this is the place."
"Looks like this group of people suffered serious injuries during the day, and can't return to the military camp. They can only rest in the village …"
Tian Bufen changed his clothes and threw away everything that could be associated with the Black Mountain Fort's leader.
Xue San had lost an arm, and his team had died. Naturally, he would ask for help from the military.
Unfortunately, Tian Bufen intercepted the request and suppressed it.
Not only that, he came personally to take Su Daozhi's life.
"Even the heavens are helping me … If I encounter the monster in the black fog, it's normal for my team to be wiped out …"
As the leader of the soldiers, Tian Bufen's martial arts might not have reached the innate stage, but he was already at the peak of the acquired stage. Taking care of Su Daozhi, even with the help of his other comrades, would be a piece of cake.
His knowledge was limited, and he only knew that martial artists were divided into the acquired stage and the innate stage.
If they could cultivate, they would be able to enter the innate stage directly.
Other than that, in the Second Empire, there were many western techniques that had the division of ranks, and it was said that they were quite detailed.
With a tinge of arrogance, Tian Bufen walked into the village.
With one step, the world changed.
In Tian Bufen's eyes, the quiet and safe village was suddenly shrouded by a layer of fog. The buildings were blurry, and there were many shadows.
"What's going on? Has the village been swallowed by the black fog? Where's the protective formation that was set up beforehand? "
Tian Bufen thought quickly. He tiptoed and was about to retreat out of the village.
However, the next moment, he realized that he had retreated to a piece of flat land. It seemed to be the village's threshing ground.
Because of the action of 'retreating', he sank deeper into the village!
Cold sweat appeared on Tian Bufen's forehead.
He knew that he had encountered a terrifying danger. Even an acquired martial artist was no different from an ordinary person in the face of such a treacherous situation.
Perhaps only an innate master or a real cultivator would be able to solve all of this.
Tap tap!
The sound of footsteps could be heard from the fog. A tall and skinny figure was faintly discernible and gradually solidified.
It was a … headless figure!
"Ah!"
Tian Bufen let out a strange cry and crashed into a door.
There was no one in the door. It seemed that the original villagers had all disappeared.
In the darkness, Tian Bufen suddenly grabbed a hand!
It was as cold as ice and as stiff as an iron palm!
Even with his strength, he could not break free.
Tian Bufen even realized that he could not move. He could not even close his eyes. He could only watch as the headless Count appeared from the darkness and grabbed his neck …
Pak!
Not long after, a corpse fell to the ground.
…
Chung Shen-soo's body shook. He opened his eyes and looked at his own palm blankly.
He looked at a bronze mirror and suddenly felt that he was looking at the headless Count. However, when he rubbed his eyes, he realized that it was still his own reflection.
Outside the window, time was peaceful. Occasionally, he could hear the barking of dogs.
However, Chung Shen-soo knew that something bad must have happened.
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