触摸柔软的皮肤

The power of ... Origin?

The child was ignorant and didn't quite understand ju sang's meaning. However, at this moment, the people and things he was familiar with were not in front of him. The strange island made him feel apprehensive. Although ju sang claimed to be a demon, at least he took the initiative to communicate with him and gave him food. He was worried that he would be despised by the other party, so he didn't dare to cry.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement from the giant Mulberry. The child held the Mulberry and was stunned for a moment. Then, he lowered his head and began to eat it.

The two mulberries were as sweet as he had imagined. No, they were more delicious than he had expected.

The child devoured them like a Wolf. At the same time, he felt a warm current flowing into his body, and his illusionary body became more solid.

Even his mind was clear, as if he had become a lot more intelligent.

"Tree ... Uncle Tree spirit?" After the child finished eating the mulberries, he looked up at the giant Mulberry and asked tentatively.

Ju sang was unmoved.

After asking a few questions in a low voice and getting no response, the child hesitated for a while, afraid that his pestering would anger the giant mulberry tree, so he no longer said anything.

He slowly moved to the roots of the giant mulberry tree. Seeing that the giant mulberry tree did not stop him, he timidly leaned against the trunk and sat down, thinking back to the giant mulberry tree's words.

Wealth? Offering? Fate?

The child suddenly recalled that he had been pampered by his family since he could remember.

For this reason, it even caused his brothers and sisters to be jealous.

However, after his parents talked to his brothers and sisters in private, they suddenly stopped rejecting him. Instead, they were particularly friendly and pampered him.

"You're the most precious person in our family. We'll be relying on you in the future!" Her youngest brother had once said that.

At that time, the child only felt a subconscious sense of pride.

He also made up his mind that when he grew up and had some achievements, he would definitely repay his family.

However, a few days ago ...

The whole family suddenly took him to the seaside, rented a boat, and entered the deep sea.

For some reason, after he went out to sea, the child suddenly felt his heart palpitate. He cried and made a fuss about going back, but his family, who had always listened to him, did not care.

"Soon, soon!" When she was crying, her mother consoled her, " bear with it. You'll be fine soon. &Quot;

Then, the ship finally stopped one day. After a complicated ceremony, he was personally sent to a crudely made bamboo raft by his parents. He watched the ship sail back, going further and further ... And finally disappearing on the Black Sea.

In the beginning, the child thought that it was a punishment caused by his crying.

He held back the throbbing and fear in his heart and forced himself to stop crying. He thought that as long as he was obedient, his family would immediately appear in front of him and take him back to his familiar home, returning him to his carefree life.

However, he had to endure it ...

The bamboo raft floated for a long time, surrounded by the vast sea.

His father, his mother, his brothers, and his sisters ... Never appeared again.

The child had been holding on to a faint hope, hoping that this was all a nightmare, hoping that it was all a joke, hoping ...

At this moment, he looked at his empty feet and felt that he was no longer breathing and no longer had a heartbeat. He finally understood what had happened.

&Quot; father ... Mother ... Grandfather ... Grandmother ... Big brother ... Elder sister ... &Quot; the child opened his mouth and muttered word by word.

Every time he muttered a name that was filled with warmth and attachment in the past, the hatred around him increased by another level.

Soon, the child's clear eyes were filled with black mist.

His fair and delicate face began to twist and turn.

&Quot; father ... Mother ... Grandfather ... Grandmother ... Elder brother ... Elder sister ... &Quot; the child repeated the names over and over again as if he wanted to engrave them into his bones.

The wind started to blow.

The sea breeze from afar brushed past the roses on he Island. The beautiful flowers were separated, revealing the sharp thorns on the black branches and leaves.

As they swayed, they deeply pierced into the child's arm, and also the seeds of hatred and revenge into his heart.

At some point, the eye on the trunk opened again and looked at the child for a moment before suddenly saying, " "Do you want to take revenge?"

"Yes!" The child replied without any hesitation.

"The ghosts that come here can't leave easily." Ju sang said lazily, " but there's a Lord on the island who needs a servant to do something. &Quot;

"If you are willing to serve him, he should not mind giving you a chance to take revenge."

&Quot; but you have to consider this carefully. Although this Lord has a high status and his strength is hard to measure ... He may leave at any time. &Quot;

"It could be as short as a few days, or as long as a thousand or ten thousand years."

&Quot; this Lord still doesn't have an inheritor. &Quot;

"Once you become his servant, you will not be able to change your allegiance."

"Unless his successor comes one day, you have no one to rely on here."

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the soul of a child who had just landed on the island to be assigned such a task.

The hatred for his family, the anger of being abandoned, the longing for life, and the fear of death had completely swallowed the child's heart. He did not hesitate at all."Alright!"

Thus, the child was moved to the top of a huge tree by the giant mulberry tree.

Due to the towering size of the mulberry tree, its branches and leaves were like wide paths and platforms. Even though the sea breeze was blowing, they did not move, as if they were flat ground.

He walked along the tree trunk in both curiosity and timidness. As he walked, he gradually entered a vast fog.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the child's vision suddenly brightened. He saw the vast sea in front of him. The sea was different from the ink around the island, but a clear blue.

There was nothing on the blue ocean, not even the faintest ripple.

Deathly stillness, monotony, and yet an indescribable charm seemed to lead him into it and into the bottom of the sea forever.

The child hurriedly looked away, not daring to look anymore.

At this time, he found that not far away from him, a man in cotton clothes was sitting in the fog with his legs satiated. His eyes were slightly lowered and he was looking at the sea, as if he was thinking about something.

The man's face was very strange. It was clear at a glance, but it was impossible to describe his specific appearance.

Handsome? Was it ugly? Was it ordinary? Old? Young master?

Anyone who saw it would have their mind go blank, unable to remember or recall any details.

"I have some chores here, help me take care of them." The man turned his head and looked at the child casually.

This glance was very plain, but it made even an ignorant child feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and their body turned cold.

He stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move at all. He could not move.

After a long time, he finally caught his breath and immediately knelt on the ground, his voice trembling.

From that day on, the child, under ju sang's reminder, called the man in plain clothes "master."

In the child's eyes, his master had been sitting in meditation facing the sea all day long and had never been harsh, but he always felt an inexplicable fear and panic.

He carefully learned to serve his master, trying his best to figure out his preferences and habits.

During this time, ju sang gave him a branch of its own. &Quot; &Quot; think of your enemies. Unless they are the true disciples of the nine great sects or above, their souls will be instantly extracted and sent into this branch. &Quot;

"I'll give you this branch."

Ju sang was in a good mood and told the truth. &Quot; take it as a reward for you serving that Lord and helping me solve a problem. &Quot;

That's right, with the master's status, how could he care about the grudges of a small servant?

Ju sang was just trying to deceive the children who had just arrived on the island because he couldn't find a suitable person to hold the VAT.

No, it wasn't completely deceiving.

After all, the giant Mulberry also gave the child a chance for revenge. After all, for an existence like it, it was too easy to take the lives of a family of mortals.

Even though they were separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and the distance was uncountable, it was still done casually.

After getting the branch, the child simply extracted the souls of the whole family. Watching his parents, brothers, and sisters cry and beg for mercy in the branch, he felt a sense of fulfillment and joy that he had never felt before.

Moreover, after the soul of the he family was tortured to death, the child was surprised to find that the branch of the giant mulberry tree gave him a pure soul power.

His strength had obviously increased by a large margin.

After that, while the child served his master, he began to pay attention to the traces of the living near the island.

The island was obviously not fixed in one place, and it drifted everywhere, which gave the child more opportunities to try.

He quickly confirmed that the trunk of the giant mulberry tree could extract souls, but what truly gave him power was not the soul itself, but the pain, fear, hatred, and resentment of the soul ... These evil thoughts were brewing.

One time, he was very lucky to find a large island with a total of twelve cities on it ...

With such a large population, the children changed their usual practice of killing.

He felt that this Island could be used as a long-term, stable supply.

After a little thought, the child had an idea.

First, he arranged for a few ghost swarms to make the entire Island fall into the fear of imminent danger. Then, when the despair of the city's destruction swept across the entire Island, he would disguise as a cultivator passing by and guide the people on the island.

Soon, the master's statue was erected, and the system of sacrifice was quickly implemented.

Offering one person a year did not seem to be a big deal for the mortals of the 12 cities.

However, the rules of the children's arrangement and the selection of the offerings were completely out of the control of the twelve cities.

Men and women, old and young, noble and lowly.

Anyone, from an old man to a newborn baby, no matter if they were the rulers of the city or the beggars who lived in the ditches, could draw that stick in the annual ceremony.

Therefore, after the ghost tide disappeared, every mortal in the 12 cities lived in fear for the rest of their lives.

The closer they got to the ceremony, the more afraid they became. They were afraid that they would be chosen by the lot.

It was only for a short period of time after the annual ceremony that the chosen ones would heave a sigh of relief and enjoy a few months of relaxation.

Without a doubt, the fresh bodies and numerous souls of the living in the twelve cities were extremely attractive to the sneaky.

However, the master's reputation was enough to intimidate the thousands of ghosts that were ready to make a move.

As for his master ...

The child had served him for many years and knew what to do. The master was too lazy to care about such small things. For so many years, the master had not even asked for the name of the servant who served him.

Let alone this Island that the child had named 'otherworldly Island'?

Just like that, the child served his master with all his heart and soul while continuously increasing his strength through the sacrifices on the island.

However, one day, when the child was busy checking whether the mortals on the ethereal Island were behaving themselves, the master who had never left the giant Mulberry suddenly appeared in front of him and said, " "I'm leaving."