The fragrant meadow, the birds sing and the flowers scent, a small river flows slowly, the river water is sweet goat's milk, and the grass is filled with springs, constantly popping up yellow honey, Truss strolls in the grass, attracting the surrounding scenery.

The roar of the lion started, and a golden lion car appeared in his sight. It was the goddess Sibri returning from patrol.

Goddess Sibri bred humans and animals, stood in the car, with a sacred crown on his head, wearing a heavy and solemn robe, holding a bowl in his right hand and a drum in his left hand, his eyes were like torch, and he was patrolling the left and right.

Standing in front of Sibri was the saint driving. The saint's beautiful head was rolled up like a wave, wearing a thin and flowing sleeveless dress, and a pair of swan-like wings shining.

Her raised nose and slightly raised chin declared the beauty and dignity of the saint. She held the reins that led the lion tightly in one hand, and raised a long golden whip with the other hand, driving the lions forward with all their might.

The pair of lions pulling the cart for the goddess are a pair of male lions. Their huge front paws are raised high, and their manes are as thick as burning flames, flamboyant and golden. Even when pulling the cart, the two lions are still majestic, especially the flame-like mane, which sets off their kingly aura.

Wherever the lion cart goes, the grass emits golden light, and countless four and six petals bloom, and Truss realizes that this place is not an extraordinary realm, but a sacred holy realm.

Sailing respectfully, the lion cart passed by and disappeared into the distance. Just as he was feeling lost, another lion cart carried a famous woman to him.

She was a wonderful young girl, elegant and elegant. She wore luxurious, tight and slender waist, shining golden shoes, and luxurious and pleated robe.

Her plump and white arms were wearing precious and dazzling ornaments, like the plump shoulders of a horse, holding golden branches, and an octagonal gold crown. Her delicate rings stood on the top, like ribbons tied on the wheels, inlaid with hundreds of pearls shining silver.

She wore four-cornered gold earrings hanging around her ears, a collar around her beautiful neck, and a red belt tightly tied around her waist, making her already plump breasts bulge, making her look graceful and charming.

The pure and kind Anahita, guarding the ships and crew sailing on rivers, lakes and seas, Truss was so excited that he covered his mouth, fearing that the dirty gas he exhaled would defile the sacred goddess of rivers and seas.

The lion car parked in front of him, and the goddess invited him to ride the car together, ride the golden lion together, and slowly embraced each other affectionately.

The Yaksha elves surrounded the surroundings and played pleasant music with musical instruments. Trus and Goddess Anahita were entangled. Although they were not covered in strands, they were shrouded in countless lights.

The indescribable sense of pleasure, like the waves, and as strong as the sea breeze, Truss was overwhelmed by a huge sense of satisfaction and wanted to stay with the holy goddess Anahita forever and never be separated.

The Yaksha elves laughed and chanted spells, and the murmur turned into an invisible hand, holding him and the goddess to the sky, and heading to the holy land created by the Lord God Ahura Mazda, where Trus will reproduce with Anahita countless descendants.

A crow with red eyes suddenly appeared, blocking him and the holy land of the sky, gathering in groups and rushing downwards.

The Yaksha Elf turned into a Valkyrie with a hawk, waving her weapons that emitted golden light and greeted her. The bright sky instantly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and strong winds.

The brave Valkyrie was torn to pieces by the black crows all over, and her golden feathers were covered in blood, drifting around with the fishy storm.

There were cracks in the sky, and there was a dark world full of endless fear and despair. Black blood fell like rain. When it hits Trus and Anahita, rotten smoke came out.

Amid the wailing sounds, the holy Anahita was burned beyond recognition and turned into a rotten skeleton to dissipate with the wind. Truss found that his skin had been corroded, revealing his blood-red subcutaneous body.

The blood rain kept falling, and he felt his whole body hurt like fire. The crows swarmed in and pecked at the flesh and blood of his body. The unbearable pain made Trus wail in pain.

The muscles were decreasing, the internal organs were eaten, and Truss gradually turned into a bloody skeleton man. The huge pain even caused his soul to begin to shatter. The beauty that once unforgettable has now disappeared without a trace.

A huge face appeared in the crack, with a black head dancing like countless poisonous snakes squirming, and a yellow face like a desert under the scorching sun, hot and dry, and a dark eyes like an endless abyss, which wanted to swallow his soul.

The evil god Angela Manuel appeared before Truss, causing him to fall into the evil dark world, with eternal despair.

"Trus of Tessifon, welcome to the dark world, stay here forever, become my slave, turn into a dark crow, and cover the glory of the sun and the moon."

The evil god actually spoke Chinese, and his voice was like a bellows leaking air, hoarse and bleak.

"No! No!!" Trus endured the severe pain and howled desperately; "God of Darkness, please let me go!"

He has been united with the pure and kind Anahita and is about to have the happiest life on earth. He does not want to become a slave to the evil god Angela Manuel. He has no soul, no hope, only despair.

"Donate your blood relatives, those who love you or those you love, if the souls of these people are heavy enough, maybe I can consider it and let you return to the world."

No need to think too much, no need to hesitate, Trus howled: "My parents, my brothers and sisters, can all be dedicated to you!"

"The soul that is stained by money is too light. You can only get enough weight by handing over your soul!"

"No! No!!" Trus struggled in horror, "I offer Agnes to you, God of Darkness!"

"She is not your blood relative. You don't love her, and she doesn't love you, right?"

"But, but she is much purer than me, and purer than most people in the world. She is like a perfect sapphire, without a trace of flaws, and her soul must be enough!"

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After turning out of the room, Yuwen Wen took a pot of water handed over by his entourage, drank it all, wiped his mouth and said, "Precaution well. Without my permission, no one can see him or talk to him."

"Yes, king."

As night falls, the evening breeze blows, and the back is chilly. Yuwen Wen just tortured Trus in the room. Under the influence of opium addiction, the other party is almost mentally collapsed and treats him as the "evil god Angela Manuel".

He also followed the situation and came with a "Tessy Fen, welcome to the dark world". This kind of line with a little second-rate style was quite touching, which led to Yuwen Wen's role as an evil god and almost becoming obsessed with it.

After struggling for so long, he became sweaty and caught a cold easily when the wind blew. He quickly put on his cloak and walked out of the yard.

The refined opium is an evil drug made by Yu Wenwen himself. In order to ensure the safety, he did it himself, from cutting the pulp to purifying it. Except for the experiments used for death row prisoners, only he can use the finished product.

With the idea of ​​being prepared for any trouble, Yuwen Wen carried some opium with him when he went to war, so he came in handy when questioning Truss. Although he took some effort, he still got the confession he wanted.

The drugs produced by Truss are just purified tiliaga. The "raw materials" are actually poor. Even if they are purified, the efficacy of the medicine cannot be compared with Yu Wenwen's refined opium.

Yu Wen Wen breathed a little relieved when he was sure that the other party had just discovered the side effects of Yejia by chance and did not share the secret with others. The other party breathed a sigh of relief, and the various secrets he told had been recorded in dozens of pieces of paper.

The customs and customs of Persia are of little interest, but Truss's hundreds of years of experience in sailing on the Eastern routes, including routes to Persia and the Central Plains, hydrology along the way, monsoon and other important information, is worth a thousand gold, and Yuwen Wen has already obtained it.

In order to prevent fraud, he asked more than ten times and then put the record in place after confirming that it was correct. He also got the answer to the most critical question.

As soon as he walked out of the yard, several people ran over quickly. It was Yuwen Wen who stayed in Chuanshe's guards. After Zhang Ding's order, the other party appeared here, indicating that something might have happened to Chuanshe.

"What's going on?"
Chapter completed!