These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 848 Jiusui and Renzu Chuan (Two in One)

Dense silk threads covered the entire sky, and the gods controlled the earth-bound spirits to fight and kill each other.

"Puppet Thread?"

In a tomb in the imperial palace in the capital.

Jiusui looked at the familiar strands of silk and the entire world that was like a spider cave. It seemed to trigger a certain node deep in his memory, making his thoughts seem to travel through time and space and return to the distant past.

"yes."

"Why can I draw this picture? Because I was born in the Rongtian Era."

He reached out and gently stroked a scroll.

In the scroll, a huge monkey face overlooks the world, with strands of silk threads at its fingertips controlling all living things on earth.

"I was born in an era long, long ago, and I have seen the human god with my own eyes. Naturally, I know that he is hidden in history."

Jiusui's family was not wealthy when he was a child. At that time, there were no humans yet. The earth was still filled with tribes of monkeys, and his parents were also monkeys.

The fertility rate was quite high at that time, with one baby being able to give birth to four or five children.

They lived in a small tribe. His mother raised this little monkey, but she soon became ill from overwork and passed away when he was three years old.

Three years later, his father also died.

He could only raise seven younger brothers and sisters.

He was only six years old that year. He was not smart, even a little stupid, and his talents were mediocre. He dug insects in the mud, pulled tree bark, picked wild fruits, and took out bird eggs.

He was chased by a tiger and had to hide in a tree for three days, trembling with fear, holding the tree tightly with his paws, watching the roaring tiger below.

But no matter how hard he tried to hunt, his youngest sister died a month later, and two months later his two younger brothers died. In just one year, he was left with only one younger brother, who he had to raise.

When he was nine years old, his younger brother also died.

At this point, the whole family was completely wiped out. If this were written into a vernacular story, it would definitely be one of the most tragic stories.

One day, a three-thorn flower entered his mind at night, and he died in a fierce resistance.

Ordinary and common, that was his life.

He wandered between heaven and earth as a wandering soul, maintaining the same actions as he did in life, catching loaches and monkeys.

Until that day, a young monkey who was fleeing from war came here and started chatting with him.

He claimed that he came from a distant mountain tribe, and that the distant tribes had been invaded by some unknown terror and were falling one after another.

He could only keep running away, and this monkey who fled in panic was the ancestor of humans in later generations.

"What's your name?"

"no name."

"how old are you?"

"Nine years old."

The young ape quickly left.

The previous fake person's attempt to take over another's body failed, leaving him with three flowers on a crooked neck. He embarked on the path of cultivation and realized that this poor child was a wandering soul.

The wandering soul's ashes will soon drift away between heaven and earth.

One hundred years later, the ancestor of mankind met the nine-year-old child again in a monkey tribe.

The nine-year-old little monkey had actually been resurrected as an ashes and became the Ghost King. He grew up and lived a second life. He got married and had children, and gave birth to many little monkeys.

Ren Zu's eyes were filled with fatigue and confusion, "You are still alive!?"

"It's you, nine, nine years old?"

"Now, three hundred years have passed since the fake person took over our bodies. We are completely finished."

"That ape god taught us the method of cultivation."

"There are fake people all around us, and as soon as a child is born, the fake parents will take root in the baby's body."

"When the baby grows up and cultivates to open the three flowers, the moment he begins to cultivate, he will be possessed by the pseudo-human spirit root lurking in his body."

"Opening three flowers, knowing that I am me is a lie! The moment they know that I am me, they are already dead."

But there are some people with immune constitutions that cannot be parasitized, and this kind of constitution accounts for a large proportion of the human race.

People who are born without "spiritual roots" are called mortals and can never practice cultivation.

Ren Zu talked to him about his ideals and dreams, and asked this "nine-year-old" to join his resistance army.

"I have a method that can grow spiritual roots from the neck. We can take over the fake person's body and obtain their magical powers, and embark on the path of cultivation."

Nine years old: "I don't want to go crazy. I have a wife and daughter."

"Don't you want to live forever?"

Nine years old: "I don't want a flower to grow on my neck."

"Don't you want to save the world?"

Nine years old: “No.”

"Your wife is a fake."

Nine years old: "It's good that I'm not a fake person. The essence of a fake person is just a special race. I love her."

Ren Zu was unable to persuade the other party to practice, so he left. "This time, this nine-year-old should be dead. As a mortal, this is the last time I see him."

Soon, five hundred years passed, and Ren Zu happened to be in a tribe again. He saw the young man from that year and asked in shock, "Why are you not dead?"

Age 9: “I died and came back to life.”

"The life span of an ordinary person is only a hundred years or so. Five hundred years have passed. How many times have you died?"

"I died and became an ashes, and lived another life. I don't remember how many times I experienced this."

Ren Zu encountered something unbelievable.

Ghost King, awakening, why is it so easy for this person?
It was already a miracle for a ghost king to awaken and live a second life, but this person had lived for who knows how many lives.

As a mortal, he actually achieved immortality in this way?
"how did you do that."

"I didn't want to die, and I kept hypnotizing myself to live, so I didn't die."

Ren Zu was greatly shocked.

He couldn't understand this guy's world and thought he was a terrible monster.

"Are you really not going to join my army? You can practice, and you must have good qualifications."

"No, I don't want an ugly flower on my neck, and I don't want to go crazy."

Another thousand years passed, and the ancestors often looked for each other to reminisce about the past, talk, and express their ideals.

The monkey age at this time had passed, and the monkey god had entered his old age, and had pushed his magical powers of silk and hair to the peak.

The monkey god gradually transformed the monkeys into humans. The outer hair retracted and turned into dense internal meridians. It was already the era of hairless apes.

The monkey god is also officially called the human god by the world.

The streets were crowded with people.

Ren Zu also saw the other party, and Jiu Sui also disguised himself as a human and resurrected among the crowd.

"How did you become a human?"

"I found that I was out of tune with the hairless apes around me. When I died in one of my previous lives, I tried to imitate their structure and put my fur back. I succeeded and became a human."

Ren Zu was extremely shocked and speechless.

But he never persuaded him to join his army again.

"I plan to start taking action after the human god dies."

"I want to seize power! I will become the emperor of the next era, infiltrate the upper echelons of the pseudo-humans, and become the king of the pseudo-humans of the next era. Then, as the king of the pseudo-humans, I will overthrow them and return the era to our human race."

Nine years old: "You will die. Even if you have a crooked neck flower on you and have the aura of a fake person, it will be too easy for you, a real person, to be exposed if you blend in."

"Hahahaha, I will die? Of course I will die! I was born to overthrow the fake people, I want to see them die!! I will kill them all, I want to reach the top of this world, do you know what kind of pain I have endured? I will kill, kill, kill! At all costs, I will blend in with them! I am the last hope of the human race! Hahahaha!! Hahahaha!"

Ren Zu roared and roared, and then he burst into tears.

There was a huge resentment in his heart. He could never forget the stiff and weird smiles of those pseudo-people in the caves in his hometown, and his family and friends were constantly possessed by others.

This old man has been patient for too long.

There was a huge wave of hatred in his heart, and he wanted to vent it out to the world.

It was snowing hard that day.

There was an inextinguishable fire in his eyes, which grew stronger and stronger, as if it would never go out.

A clanging sound rang out in the room.

"I will win, I will."

"I will no longer persuade you to go with me."

He disappeared in the snow.

This is destined to be a lonely and dangerous road.

Jiusui turned around, looked up at the window, looked at the dense woolen threads in the sky, sat down at the desk again, and wrote the story of "The Biography of the Ancestor of Man".

A thousand years later.

Jiusui lived for many lifetimes, and he became more and more skilled. Death and rebirth became his main theme, and he continued to live as a mortal.

Renzu came back again.

He succeeded. After the death of the human god, he ascended the throne as the new emperor and ruled over all the immortals in the world.

The title of ancestor of mankind is well-deserved.

But in the entire dynasty, he was the only emperor who was a real person, and the rest of the immortal sects, major religions, and court officials were all fake people.

He took every step with difficulty, as if he was walking on thin ice.

Ren Zu and he only drank. The heavy pressure made him extremely tired, and his hair turned white. "It's strange to say, you are a mortal, and you may have lived for dozens of lives. Do you, the Ghost King, really not practice?"

"I don't want to grow a crooked neck flower." Ren Zu sighed and said, "We humans are born weak and have no innate magical powers. Only by parasitizing pseudo-humans can we have magical powers."

"I used my identity as an emperor to secretly cultivate some powerful people from the human race, and let them take over the bodies of the fake people and grow crooked neck flowers. We can only win and defeat the fake people by relying on their power."

Another thousand years.

Ren Zu often came back to drink and talk to him about the situation in the world. His imperial majesty became more and more intense, and he became more and more tired.

"They may have discovered that I'm human."

"The whole court is the enemy, the whole court is the enemy!"

Ren Zu was already an old man with a haggard face, his heart was lonely, melancholy and fragile, and he drank the wine.

He chanted, "I have waited too long, through the Age of Apes, the Age of Gods, and the Age of Humans until the gods and humans grew old and died. Now it is time for the final battle. I have the help of a strange person from outer space, so I may not lose."

"Have you written down my story?"

"take note of it."

"let me see."

He flipped through the ancestral book, hesitated for a moment on the last blank page, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink and wrote:
[When will I return to my hometown? I hope that my people will have their own laws and ways, and see that this moment is my true self.]

He put down his pen and stood for a moment. "I know you are obsessed with surviving, but the world will always make it impossible for you to survive."

He turned and walked out the door.

By the time he left the house, Ren Zu's expression had returned to normal as he looked at his confidants and subordinates waiting at the door.

"Let's go," he said, "for the sake of our future children, so that they will know who I am, instead of blooming those ridiculous three flowers and being parasitized to death."

After saying this, he disappeared in the wind and snow.

Next, one day in a teahouse, he heard the news that the ancestor of mankind had gone mad and killed most of the great immortal cultivators, and the world was stained with blood.

Then the ancestor disappeared and dynasties changed.

Ren Zu lost.

Fake people still rule the era.

The young man didn't think much about it and put away "The Biography of the Ancestor of Man" in the mezzanine at the bottom of the room.

Because his parents and family members died one by one before him, he experienced the greatest despair and developed an obsession with staying alive, which was pure to the extreme. That is why he was able to live life after life.

He constantly changed his appearance and identity, lived an ordinary life, got married and had children.

It doesn’t matter whether the woman and her son are fake people.

Only occasionally did he think of the wonderful story in "The Biography of the Ancestor of Man", of the old man who grew from his prime to old age. From time to time he would stare into space and think of his face.

The old man's miserable hiding, his tragic death, the determination and courage in his eyes, and his endless exhaustion.

Time continues to fly.

The man continues to live, live, and live.

Gradually, this life became boring to him. What is the purpose of living?
Just to stay alive?

The image of that person in his mind became clearer and clearer.

Unconsciously, the figure of the leader who came to chat with him regularly and told him about the major events in the world, from their acquaintance to old age, had gradually been engraved in his bones.

He chose to travel around the world, looking for traces left by that ancestor of mankind.

As he walked along, he discovered the backup plans and clues left by the Human Ancestor, and finally found the Human Ancestor, who had turned into ashes, in a glacier.

The old man dragged his tired and thin body and took root in the ice tomb.

His tomb was extremely simple. In his old age, he made a dull sound from his chest: "Your obsession has changed. People will not stay the same when they are alive."

“I have finally influenced you.” Ren Zu was laughing.

"You are now a wandering soul, a dying ember, and you will die soon. If you cannot understand the obsession in your heart at this moment, you will not be able to live a second life."

"So, tell me who you are?"

The old man spoke each word with great emphasis, like the sound of a huge bell, striking deeply into his heart.

who am I?
The young man sat in meditation for three days.

It only took him three days to understand what his real obsession was in this life.

"I accepted."

There was no grand ceremony or oath, he just calmly took over the torch from the ancestor of mankind, began to plant spiritual roots in himself, took over other people's bodies, and finally began his formal practice as a mortal.

But in this era, there is only one way to practice: planting spiritual roots. His neck was crooked and three flowers appeared, and he started to go crazy.

He planned to win by quantity, living and dying for several lifetimes, rebuilding his foundation every time he was resurrected, and planting a crooked flower on his neck.

Soon, there was a colorful wreath around his neck, and nine pseudo-human spiritual roots.

"This is not the right way. We can't go on like this."

He began to plan and study the smelting method with Renzu, who was both his teacher and friend.

The times kept changing and passing, he wandered, kept being reborn, watching the times, and finally they worked out the method of non-birth and turned into a baby.

Entering the holy womb and being completely reborn, as a result of birth, the nine spiritual roots merged into one, becoming a natural wood spiritual root, the ultimate lucky spiritual root: Dao Sui Sheng Hua.

And he completely became a baby again, began to study, to become a disciple, to grow up, and to enter the world of mortals.

As time goes by, Jiusui's memories return.

"I remember it. I remember it all."

All the memories have become blurred with the passage of life, leaving only a few fragments and words.

After all, every time he was resurrected and became the Ghost King, only the body was left, and his true spirit and turbid energy died.

After being resurrected time and time again, like a phoenix, he is no longer the original him.

He quietly looked at the battlefield in the sky, and suddenly murmured to himself: "I have waited for this moment for too long."

And what is the essence of a pseudo-human?
It is the donated neurons.

What is it like to use fake people to forge a geomagnetic network?
It is a donation of brains.

Since its founding, Jiuzhou has been doing one thing: popularizing and promoting the earth veins.

He killed millions of fake people to form the earth's veins and became the most murderous emperor in history.

Just to facilitate traffic?
Is it just to promote the future prosperity of scholarly civilization?
No.

It is using the whole country's strength and fake people to build a dedicated brain!
"This is my real layout, the Kyushu Land Refining Array." He murmured incoherently.

The next moment, the lands, towns, and countless veins of the various continents in Kyushu burst out with a faint white glow, constantly interweaving and surging.

Upon closer inspection, the intricate veins of the nine continents have actually formed a huge and complex biological brain that is constantly beating underground.

Humans living on the earth veins are like standing on the brain.

Humans use the earth's veins to communicate and transmit, just like using the super brain under their feet to transmit network neuron signals.

"I am a neuron human made of Xinyi, Qiangwei and nine pseudo-humans."

"Today, I will seize this super neuron formed by Xinyi, Qiangwei and Jiuzhou - Jiuzhou Earth Vein."

"Different paths lead to the same destination."

"Back then, I took over the bodies of nine pseudo-humans. Today, I will take over the brain of this super pseudo-human."

Crash, in the world, the faces of countless fake people who appeared due to the outbreak of the fake human disaster suddenly changed drastically.

The pseudo-human brains under his feet were madly absorbing them and cleaning them out.

"what happened?"

"how come?"

"The ley lines beneath our feet are targeting us?"

"Is this a super-national formation that covers the entire Kyushu, just to target us fake people?"

"Jiu Sui, you are so cruel!"

"Jiu Sui, I'm going to kill your whole family!!!"

"Jiu Sui, you will die a horrible death!"

"We fake people are not life? When you founded the country, you killed everyone in the world and forged a super-large earth vein. You are a cruel and tyrannical tyrant!!"

"This was all a scam from the beginning. The outbreak of the fake human disaster was set off by you, Jiusui, just for today?"

boom!
Following countless screams, the entire world suddenly disappeared without a trace of fake people.

The scourge of fake people is over.

Only the embers of disaster remained between heaven and earth.

At this point, Jiusui's obsession in this life has finally been fulfilled, to clean up the fake people in the world. His will back then was to spread the fake people, and naturally there was also a plan to stifle their growth, otherwise how could he really let a big enemy return?
"Alas, I don't want to get involved in this matter."

"But before I knew it, I was pushed along by that person and became a so-called hero."

He let out a long sigh, took a step down, and entered the brain of the nation's contribution - the earth veins.

"I use your brain to enter your body."

The entire Jiuzhou's earth vein artifact suddenly shrank, flew up, and transformed into an unprecedented pseudo-human brain, returning to Xian's body.

Boom.

The sky collapsed and the earth sank. The sealed Xian suddenly flew out of the sky. Xian was controlled by Jiusui and looked down at the lifelong opponent of the ancestor of mankind - the human god.

Wow!
A black three-flower appeared from Jiusui's head.

Endless light poured down from the clouds, as if a true God was born from the world.

In a trance, Jiusui seemed to remember the day when it snowed heavily, with snowflakes rolling, winds howling, and the back of the old man going to the decisive battle.

Jiusui took a step forward, and a long sigh echoed between heaven and earth:

"Today, I offer my palm to you and let's fight here."

(End of this chapter)