The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen walked slowly towards the higher steps, neither approved nor opposed to Eleven's actions, just watched like an outsider.

"Little Eleven is gone." Ghost Che shouted.

"Yeah." Eleven waved goodbye to the old man, but the old man stared blankly at Eleven.

At this moment, a golden light glowed from Eleven's chest, and the surrounding cold was dispelled.

The old man said incoherently, trembling, "Immortal Master, Immortal Master, really an Immortal Master."

"Old cripple, get up and look, there really is an immortal teacher."

With tears in his eyes, the old man knelt down facing Eleven.

The old man shouted hoarsely: "I beg the immortal master, save this world, save those poor people!"

Eleven was taken aback and was a little at a loss.

At this moment, several streamers of light rushed towards him from a distance, and the old man's face was flushed, and his eyes were full of eagerness.

There are really immortal masters in this world, and there is still salvation in this world.

Those streamers stopped at the top of the stairs, all of them were wearing white robes and filled with immortal aura.

This glamorous scene contrasted harshly with those ragged people who died on the stairs.

The old man hunched over, like a poor old dog, kowtowing to those so-called immortal masters.

The group of people was headed by a young man who held something like a compass in his hand.

When he pointed the disc to eleven, a dazzling golden light emanated from the compass.

Everyone had ecstatic expressions on their faces, something they couldn't find anywhere in Fulongzhou.

But now it took no effort at all, and it was unexpected that the heart of a child would give way by itself.

"It's time to go home." The young man looked at Eleven with a smile and said gently.

Eleven twitched her cute little nose, these people gave her a very uncomfortable feeling.

She couldn't tell what it was like, anyway, she just didn't like these people very much.

"I don't have a home, and I don't know you."

As Eleven said, he was about to pass through these people and keep up with Xiao Chen.

But an invisible barrier enveloped her, and Shi Yi was bounced back.

The young man smiled softly: "You have a family, we are all your family."

Hearing this, Eleven didn't know why, but felt nauseous.

"You are not good people, I am going to my brother's place."

Eleven rushed forward fiercely, but was immediately bounced back.

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Eleven.

"Wow, brother."

Eleven was so frightened that he began to cry, but his voice was blocked by the invisible cover and could not be heard at all.

The old man stopped kowtowing and looked at the Bermudagrass in his hand. From the beginning to the end, these so-called immortal masters never looked him in the eye.

"Everyone...she...she's just a child, there's no need to embarrass a child!" The old man bowed his waist humbly and said cautiously.

The young man looked at the old man gently, nodded with a smile and said, "The old man said so."

As he said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The old man fell down in an instant, his body twitching non-stop, as if a pair of invisible hands were squeezing his heart fiercely.

Soon the brilliance in the old man's eyes dissipated and it became gloomy. From beginning to end, except for Shi Yi, no one looked at him directly. The old man was as humble as a stray old dog.

"Grandpa." Eleven wanted to rush over to see this kind old man, but his body couldn't get out of the cover at all.

The young man's hand slowly reached towards Eleven, like a cat catching a mouse, not because of hunger, but just for fun.

Eleven's big eyes stared at that hand, full of stubbornness.

Seeing that his hand was about to be grabbed, Xiao Shiyi bit it hard.

But that hand, with a slight pick, easily avoided Eleven's mouth.

Xiao Shi opened his mouth and kept biting that hand.

That hand seemed to tease Eleven on purpose, and every time it waited until it was about to bite, it barely avoided it.

Seeing Eleven who looked like a puppy, those people laughed at the same time.

"Hey, you are so brave, you dare to harm even Grandpa's apprentice."

A ghost car flew over from a distance, and a bird head yelled.

"Brother, these guys have thin skin and tender meat. It's good to eat them steamed."

"It's best to fart your mother's fart, of course."

"You said that your mother is the most healthy to eat raw, you know a cock."

"Who the hell are you scolding?"

"I will scold you for what."

"Come on, one-on-one!"

"Come on, if I don't beat you out of shit, you'll be clean."

"Fuck, are you serious? If you hit your brother, I'll hit mine."

For a moment, bird feathers flew around, and the quiet staircase became a vegetable market in an instant.

Seeing the ghost car that was only the size of a palm, but full of demonic energy, and making a lot of noise, everyone's brains were a little bit frozen.

"Brother Bird, they...they are bad people, they killed the old man." Eleven cried pitifully, wiping away tears.

The young man in the lead came back to his senses and smiled gently: "Little guy, that bird is full of demonic energy, so it should be the bad one."

"Brother Bird is fine, you are the big villain." Eleven immediately retorted.

"Brother, the grandson said we are bad."

"Big brother can't stand it, insulting us like this."

"That is, we can eat a whole city of people with just one mouth, can it be explained by a bad one?"

"We are the Great Demon King." Several bird heads said at the same time.

"Shut up, I'm going to kill you mentally retarded people." The bird's head in the middle was about to burst into tears, feeling a bunch of flies buzzing around its ears.

"Okay, brother."

"No problem, brother."

The bird head in the middle let out a long breath and finally calmed down.

Ghost Che's eighteen eyes looked at the young man in unison, and a coldness that penetrated the bone marrow spread in the air.

"The heart of a child can feel people's hearts. If Little Eleven says you are bad, you are bad."

"Although it's ridiculous to say good or bad, but who told me to like this little girl?"

Feeling the emotionless words of Ghost Che, everyone took a step back, and a monstrous fierce flame filled the air.

"Eat." The head in the middle said two words coldly.

"Okay, brother."

"No problem. Brother."

The vegetable market was open again, chirping, and bird heads sticking out from the body.

The bird's head began to magnify rapidly, and milky white light emitted from those well-dressed people.

The seemingly sacred and indestructible white light was instantly eroded by the black magic energy.

A feast of gluttony is going on on this cold day.

The bird heads scrambled for their own food, their bodies were torn apart, and bloody internal organs were flying everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Little Eleven was so frightened that she fainted.