Chapter 283 Fate and Great Terror [Additional Chapter for the Bookstore Leader "Xiangruyimou" 5/10]

This is a new inn.

Xu Xiaoshou checked in again, but he didn't dare to mess around this time.

Just that explosion cost him tens of thousands of spirit crystals, and this was when the store knew he was assassinated and didn't dare to charge for the barrier repair fee.

To be honest, when he heard that number, Xu Xiaoshou regretted his bullshit teaching by example.

But he had already boasted, so he had to do it.

Otherwise, wouldn't his tall and mighty image in the eyes of his junior sister be gone?

He agreed with Mu Zixi to rest for two more days, take the opportunity to practice alchemy, and then take the badge test.

Xu Xiaoshou returned to the room alone again.

Quiet.

So good!

He was a little emotional.

But he didn't plan to use the remaining passive value indiscriminately, so he put it aside for now, maybe there would be any emergency, and he could use it.

"Meow~"

The little white cat still landed at the end of his bed, sniffing its nose constantly, looking very happy, even in front of it, was Xu Xiaoshou's feet.

"Your name is Greedy God?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked it up and down, but still couldn't see any special features.

Except for the pair of purple eyes, there is really nothing strange about this little white cat.

But he knew it very well in his heart.

This is a ghost beast!

A kind of existence similar to the gray fog man!

Although I don't know why it is so weak, a ghost beast is a ghost beast. How can the only king that can be born in an alien space be ordinary?

"Meow~"

The little white cat looked up at him and called him intimately.

"Greedy God..."

"It's great."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured. He envied this carefree state. If someone provided him with vitality every day, so that he would not worry about food and drink, and there was someone to protect his life safety...

This...a fairy-like life!

I can't enjoy it myself, but a broken cat can?

Xu Xiaoshou kicked it immediately.

The little white cat was not annoyed. Knowing that his owner didn't use any force, it turned over and touched Xu Xiaoshou's feet again.

"Mom..."

The guy on the chest was dissatisfied, and two red lights shone through his body with a cry.

Xu Xiaoshou was alert.

Murderous intention?

The fur of the Greedy God also stood up, and he jumped behind the bed and shrank in the air.

"Very sensitive!"

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows, and this reaction was almost as bad as his own.

He patted the stone in his arms, Ajie, and explained: "Don't mess around, this is your brother, you can't kill him."

"Huh? Brother?"

Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand and called the Greedy God over. He turned over and took a look, and immediately changed his words: "This is your sister, take good care of it in the future!"

"Mom..."

"Meow!"

Xu Xiaoshou was happy, petting the cat with one hand and playing with the stone with the other, lying quietly on the bed alone, thinking about it.

"Ghost beast..."

She thought of Mo Mo, this lonely and quiet woman, who felt completely different from Jiao Tangtang and Xin Gugu.

Both of them are ghost beasts, but one is resisting while the other is glad to accept it.

"Is this a force?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the white cat and narrowed his eyes.

He had the clearest feeling of how strong the Gray Mist Man was after releasing his power.

If it weren't for the pressure from the Tianxuan Sect, if it weren't for the "Raging Giant" breaking through, he might have to kneel down.

And there is obviously more than one such existence in the world.

Compared to Jiao Tangtang and the others, Mo Mo and Gray Mist Man are more like lone rangers who develop on their own.

But those two guys are obviously not.

"So, there is a pure ghost beast... or a pure ghost beast parasite organization?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt cold in his heart.

This kind of existence, just one of them has the power to destroy the world, what do these guys want to do when they gather together?

He thought of the last conversation with Sang Lao again. It seems that the target of "Saint Slave" is also Mo Mo, who has become a ghost beast parasite.

"Power?"

Xu Xiaoshou stroked the cat, and the cat enjoyed it very much, but he looked solemn.

Even the masked man, with such a shocking sword intent, and under his command a peerless strongman like Cen Qiaofu, still craves for power.

Even though they are ghost beast hosts, with the most direct and purest source of power, they still secretly formed an organization, and even dared not to expose it at all.

"Why?"

The more Xu Xiaoshou thought about it, the colder he felt.

If these two super-powerful terrorist organizations have anything in common...

They are both under the ban of the Holy Temple?

However, one is facing the "white clothes", who are responsible for capturing and killing rebellious human beings.

The other is facing the "red clothes", a terrifying existence that is purely for slaughtering ghost beasts.

"Holy Temple?"

Xu Xiaoshou's impression of this continent's first organization, in addition to the absolute justice and absolute order in his mind.

It is the likes of Yu Zhiwen and Cheng Xingchu.

"Justice..."

"Perhaps, this is what the old man said, the struggle for the great way!"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't believe it before.

But as his strength improved and his knowledge expanded, he felt that the words of the old man in the straw hat who cowered in the Ling Palace on the night of apprenticeship were more and more reasonable.

This is an extremely cruel reality.

What is a chess master and what is a chess piece? Xu Xiaoshou learned a little in the Ling Palace.

It was very helpless and realistic.

At present, he is the chess piece that can be manipulated by others, and his biggest chess master is Mr. Sang!

On the night of apprenticeship, no matter how unwilling he was, he did not dare to refuse.

After apprenticeship, no matter how absurd, playful, and wanting to deviate from the stable and expected track set by this old man.

In the end, he found that he could not escape control at all.

The deviation from the expected track was indeed due to the various jumps he could make.

But what happened after the deviation?

After walking out of this track, he found that Mr. Sang had set thousands of tracks for him!

How to get out?

Whether it is "Jin Zhao Tian Fen" or "Tian Xuan Men", whether it is "Chao Shu" or "Zhang Xinxiong"...

For people and things, this old man seems to have a perfect grasp of it.

No matter how off-track and bizarre the process is, just looking at the results, each one is what this old man in the straw hat wants.

"Hu~"

Xu Xiaoshou exhaled lightly. He is very smart and sees everything clearly.

But there is nothing he can do!

Fortunately, although Mr. Sang has a lonely and eccentric personality, he does have his own style of doing things. His unique love for himself is completely incomprehensible to others.

Even Xu Xiaoshou himself can't understand it.

This old man seems to understand himself better than himself, which is simply terrible!

But even so, after becoming his disciple, Xu Xiaoshou asked a question, and Mr. Sang answered it very clearly.

He came to the Ling Palace simply to avoid some unnecessary disasters!

This old fox with both strength and intelligence, and extremely terrible personality and behavior, can only be his chess master...

In the eyes of others, is he also a chess piece?

"Heh!" Xu Xiaoshou sighed.

Among the big forces, is everyone really so terrible?

The Holy Temple, the Holy Slave, the Ghost Beast Organization...

And those terrifying existences that he has not yet come into contact with, but are also operating silently in the order of this world...

Perhaps with the further improvement of his own strength, they will also appear by his side inexplicably like the white cat in his hand?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had waded into muddy water.

But at that time, if he didn't accept the responsibility of Greedy God, Jiaotangtang and Xin Gugu, could he bear it?

"I still feel a little powerless..."

This kind of powerlessness can't be eliminated by an "explosive posture" at all.

It comes from the world, like fate, and more like the ruthless wheel of history.

It rolls straight over, and no one can escape.

Xu Xiaoshou lowered his head and looked at Greedy God who was enjoying himself.

This guy was moaning slightly, taking a little nap with some obsession, and enjoying it very much.

"A dispute over the great way?"

The young man didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He was afraid that if he thought about it carefully, Sang Lao's nesting doll worldview would really replace his... all cognition of this world!