As if he had woken up from a nightmare, Wu Mian shook his whole body and regained consciousness.

Blinking his eyes, he looked at the altar in front of him in confusion, the locusts on the altar, and Long Hao, who was dancing and singing around the altar, was confused.

Didn’t I just get rid of my consciousness by the ethnic consciousness in human fortune? Is it my illusion?

As he was puzzled, he felt his face was wet and sticky, and his eyes were even more glued and he felt like he couldn't open it. So he raised his hand and put it down and looked at it, and his pupils immediately shrank.

His hands were covered with red blood!

It seems that that was not my illusion just now, but how did I recover from consciousness?

The situation just now was a bit similar to the situation when I saw the moon reflected by the little baby before, and I couldn’t control my consciousness independently. That time, Old Man Zhuge helped me, who helped me this time? Long Hao?

With a glance at Long Hao who was singing and dancing, and then staring at the ground for a moment, Wu Mian gave a negative answer in his heart.

Not him!

His face was much dimmer than before, and his breath was a little unstable. He should have been continuing the ritual for a while after I lost consciousness. His own consumption caused these changes. The footprints on the ground were much more than before I lost consciousness. This is evidence... At his current speed, he moved around the altar and turned at least seven times.

And if he calls back my consciousness, he will know something about me, letting me know what to do next and what to pay attention to, rather than still singing and dancing rap there.

But if it weren't for him, who would it be?

Senior sister?

Turning his head slightly and looking at the direction where Song Yingyue and others stood, Wu Mian immediately withdrew his gaze.

Maybe it wasn't her... Looking at her, she seemed quite nervous and guilty. Miss Nangong and Young Master Dongfang's expressions were not very good either. It seemed that she realized that there was something wrong with me and didn't help in time.

Tsk!

Could it be that the rituals of creating the locust king have the effect of making people clear and clear?

This involves my blind spot in knowledge. I have only read a few words in some miscellaneous books and "Poems". No matter how much I read the novel content and some scattered mystical knowledge I read in my previous life, it is difficult to use as inference material.

...

After thinking for a while, Wu Mian suddenly realized that his consciousness was a little too clear and calm enough to seem to have no feelings!

Not to mention fear, tension and other emotions, or even doubt, they are all inertial thinking that he thinks he should have, rather than it arises from his heart.

It seems that he is not thinking as a person with feelings now, but as a computer, he is absolutely objective and uses existing materials to calculate and deduce it without any emotion!

But what if you are absolutely calm and absolutely rational? Without enough materials as the basis, no matter how advanced the computer is, it cannot calculate any useful content... Is it because of the little baby?

However, due to the problem with the dream ritual of the dream last night, I was worried that the baby would affect the ritual of creating the locust king, so I didn't bring it with me and threw it under the bed...

After thinking for a while, Wu Mian, who was still unable to draw a conclusion, decisively gave up and continued to get entangled in this issue, and instead focused his attention on the altar.

On the altar, the luck lingering on the huge locust became stronger and stronger as Long Hao sang and danced. The desire for survival and reproduction were as physical as the essence. Just attention was paid, Wu Mian inevitably had this primitive impulse, just wanting to find a woman to reproduce immediately and contribute to the survival and reproduction of the ethnic group.

This impulse cannot be blocked by how rational and clear his consciousness is, because it is the most primitive and basic instinct of living life.

The Qingming and rational consciousness only made him erect a flag at most, but he would not do the same thing as a beast in heat as a woman who was in heat.

Observing the good luck of locusts, Wu Mian looked at his human fortune.

The human fortune seems to be no different from what he realized before. The goodness of benevolence and righteousness, the evil of resentment, the seven emotions and six desires are all included, and at the same time, the desire to survive and reproduce is equivalent to the luck of locusts.

This is natural. Humans are also animals. How can the desire to survive and reproduce be weaker than other creatures?

What truly distinguishes others from ordinary animals is the seven emotions and six desires other than survival and reproduction, as well as the civilization born on this basis.

However, no matter what the difference between humans and animals is, survival and reproduction, they are the unchanging foundations of the two, and they are the most basic, simplest desires, and the strongest and deepest desires in this world.

Therefore, at this moment, the human fortune that lingers around him is fighting against the fortune of locusts, and there is no way out for each other's survival and reproduction.

However, in this confrontation, human fortune seems to be at a disadvantage, and as the Long Hao ritual continues, the fortune of locusts gathering becomes more and more obvious.

Is human fortune not as good as locust luck?

With a slight frowning, Wu Mian immediately remembered what Long Hao said before: "To the heavens, a human life is no more precious than a locust..."

After remembering this sentence, Wu Mian discovered that the locusts on the altar were staring at him... Or, from the beginning, as long as the locusts that were made into the locust king were staring at him, staring at him like they wanted to eat him, staring at him, hostile to him!

If what Long Hao said is based on it, then luck will be related to quantity. There are now hundreds of thousands of people in Langzhou, and there are probably millions of locusts. This is a crushing volume, and it is not uncommon for human fortune to be at a disadvantage.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Mian remembered something that Long Hao said: "In the name of the governor of Langzhou, it shocked the Locust King. It is a place where people live, and everything should be dominated by people..."

His words seemed to have a deep meaning in it... and this bug regarded me as an opponent...

Is the king against the king? The soldiers below cannot defeat them, so let the king fight?

Just as he was thinking this, Long Hao suddenly stopped the strange dance and chanting, as if the ritual had come to an end again.

Wu Mian turned his head and saw that Long Hao's face looked even more ugly, and he almost engraved the word "tired" on his face, and... there seemed to be a few more wrinkles!

"It seems that the bugs don't understand human words after all, and they need to use some extraordinary means. Do you have any recommendations?"

Long Hao suddenly heard Wu Mian speak and seemed to pause for a moment, then widened his eyes and looked over: "Sir, are you awake?"

Wu Mian glanced at him sideways and said lightly: "Something happened just now."

Accident……

Long Hao stared at Wu Mian for a moment, but could not see anything on Wu Mian's face without any expression.

"If you can't say you can't accept it, you can use your strength to suppress it. As long as it is not a non-ritual method, you can do whatever method you want to use."

After receiving the reply, Wu Mian was silent for a moment, then raised his hands to his chest, pinched his hand and chanted the spell, allowing the internal force and mind to form a mysterious force under the catalysis of the spell of hand and spell, combining with the great power between heaven and earth, forming a misty red mist, which turned into a vermilion bird and rose into the air, burning half of the locust tentacles.

"Don't say that people are getting worse, and disasters are given to them, and water and fire are attacked... Don't say that I am not sure what I said!"

The Locust King seemed to be frightened, and his eyes were slightly fluctuated when he stared at Wu Mian, but he still did not reveal the intention of giving in and surrendering.

"act recklessly."

After speaking in a sigh, Wu Mian pinched out the Zhuqueling Light Sword again.

But this time, Wu Mian did not release the Zhuqueling Light Skill according to the regular process, but when he chanted the mantra and pinched the skills, he almost integrated the internal energy and mind he could call into this Zhuqueling Light Skill.

Slowly, the scorching red mist lingered over the altar, covering the area became larger and larger, the color became darker, and the temperature caused was also higher and higher. Wu Mian and Long Hao, who were standing under the red mist, could even smell the burnt stinking of their hair being burned by the high temperature.

"Sir... don't destroy the altar! Attacking the heart is the best!"

With a sideways glance at Long Hao, Wu Mian stopped and continued to provide internal strength and mind to Zhuqueling Light Jue, and looked at the Locust King again.

Attack the heart? How to attack a bug that cannot be communicated? Wild animals seem to intimidate their opponents by screaming. Should I yell and intimidate them like tigers and lions?

But this method seems to be the same as what I said before that the sacrifice is...

Wu Mian, who couldn't think of how to attack the heart, was going to ask Long Hao, an expert who specialized in bugs, how to attack the Locust King, and suddenly noticed the Locust King's eyes.

Nothing to be good about people is better than their eyes. The eyes cannot hide their evil. If the heart is upright, the eyes will be clear; if the heart is not upright, the eyes will be blurred. If you listen to your words, look at your eyes, how can you be so weak?

A paragraph from Li Lou Zhang suddenly flashed in his mind, and Wu Mian felt that he seemed to have found a way to attack the Locust King.

This paragraph of Li Lou Zhangju means that there is nothing better than observing a person than observing his eyes, because the eyes can reveal a person's mind and true thoughts.

Because of the practice of mind, those who practice mind can reflect their minds through their eyes as substance and shock others, which is called minds as substance.

However, the problem is that if you want to be as good as your mind, you must have sufficient mental cultivation and internal strength support. Wu Mian believes that he does not have such a profound mental cultivation for the time being, not to mention that he has just used internal strength to stimulate the Zhuqueling Light Art.

While Wu Mian was thinking, Long Hao kept paying attention to Wu Mian's expression and eyes.

However, Wu Mian's expression did not change at all. He was particularly scary and deep under the unwiped blood stains, and his eyes were as deep and calm as stagnant.

After gritting his teeth, Long Hao said, "Sir, the locust king's ritual has reached the last step. If you drag it down, it will attract locusts that cannot be controlled by the grass people. Please guide the humanitarian luck as soon as possible to suppress the locust king!"

Human luck?

This prompt made Wu Mian's attention instantly focus on the human fortune that lingers around him.

Infinite distractions surged into his heart again, but his inexplicable wise and rational mind did not disturb him at all, but he was clearly aware that human fortune seemed to be centered on himself.

He also found that when he sensed the desire for survival and reproduction of locust luck, he stimulated his desire for survival and primitive impulse for reproduction, which made the luck more in line with him and closer to him, making him feel that he wanted to control the luck of human beings, just like using his own internal strength!

It seemed vaguely that he saw these human fortunes that fit him and are close to him, the desire for life, and the expectations for him... for him to lead them to live!

"Agree, or not?"

Indifferent, cold.

Wu Mian asked the Locust King.

When he asked about the human fortune, he suddenly rioted and rushed towards him frantically, blending into his body, and then pouring his question into the consciousness of the Locust King through his eyes.

The Locust King's consciousness naturally resisted, but after it noticed Wu Mian's eyes, it slowly lowered its head.

Seeing that the Locust King lowered his head when Wu Mian asked, Long Hao was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his hand, took off the crown of the head that seemed to be composed of countless insects on his head, put it on the head of the Locust King, and then sang and danced around the altar with disheveled hair.

But he was puzzled by the fact that the Locust King suddenly surrendered, glanced at Wu Mian with some difficulty, trying to see what method Wu Mian had used to make the Locust King surrender so decisively.

But after seeing this, he almost interrupted the ritual...

In Wu Mian's eyes, he saw a lofty and emotional scrutiny.
Chapter completed!