The Daily Text of Invincible Daddy’s Monster Hunt Chapter 570 The Great Man’s Death is Death, either heavier than Mount Tai or as light as a feather.

No matter how vigorous the process is, you can never escape the simplicity of everything after death.

No matter how high and powerful he was during his lifetime or how many years he lived, no one could escape death.

For example, the old man in white robe in front of Shen Chong at this time.

The old man with white beard and white hair was lying on his back under a crooked tree on the side of the hill surrounded by a small hill.

His head was resting on the root of the tree, and he was gasping for breath.

His robe, which originally looked a bit broken, looked very embarrassed.

His hair and beard were also knotted, and combined with the mud, the old man looked like a lost old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

But Shen Chong knew his identity, and he could not describe his feelings in the face of this situation.

He got out of the car and hiked here for a total of 23 kilometers, which means that the bloody smell that Liang Zai smelled floated for 23 kilometers, and it could still cause an extremely strong impact. The rich and vigorous blood of the old man who was about to die can be seen.

In addition, the old man sent a message to his mind even more far away, and his personal strength had obviously reached an incredible level.

As for his identity, it was exposed when the sound transmission sounded in Shen Chong's mind.

This is the old man Wangshu, Lin Jiutian's master, Xiang Mengxi's master, formerly the strongest man in killing demons, and the "saint" who contributed to the secret realm of Ding Yan. He also created the core founder of the current demon-slaying demons when he was creating the art of killing demons.

A few days ago, Shen Chong heard Lin Jiutian say that he would not be able to count the old man's life for a while, but at that time his understanding was that the old man would die normally, and he did not expect the current situation.

Although he looked unscathed, Shen Chong, who was standing next to him, could smell the lingering bloody smell in the air.

This is not an old man, it is clearly a sea of ​​boiling blood.

"Shen Chong, you are here quickly."

Hearing the sound of branches and leaves being trampled, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

However, Shen Chong did not approach immediately, but kept a distance and looked at it, saying, "Senior, you should talk less. I have notified the department that reinforcements will not be long before they arrive."

The old man smiled bitterly, "Can I still not know what I do? It's useless for anyone to come. My deadline is here, so don't waste that useless kung fu. Boy, why are you doing that far away? Are you still afraid that I will deceive you? Everyone says you are cautious in doing things. I didn't believe it in the past, but today I believe it. Are you still questioning my identity?"

Shen Chong shook his head and said, "I dare not."

"Since you don't believe me, why are you here?"

Shen Chong was silent.

"Do you remember that you scolded me?"

The old man suddenly said.

Shen Chong was stunned at first, Nanbo Bay? What is that?

Then he suddenly remembered that he had posted a post in the southwest branch of the Demon-Slaying Forum with the ID "Rising Mountains and Ridges No1".

In this post, I complained about the previous ratings of psychics and monsters.

Later, the demon-slaying demon changed with great changes at an extremely fast speed. At that time, he had briefly communicated with Xiang Mengxi, who was "Little Cute Fairy" on the forum, and knew that because of this, he was forgotten by the founder boss who was ignorant of this.

It is rumored that it requires extremely high authority to find out the true identity in the forum. Perhaps only the old man who was criticized will have both the power and the interest in investigating this matter.

After really confirming the other party's identity, Shen Chong's attitude became much closer and he took a step forward, "Senior, can you tell me what happened?"

Although both sides have never met each other, the old man has an indescribable affinity.

In addition, Shen Chong also knew from his father-in-law that he had suffered a severe blow to save Lin Zhishu. With this relationship, he determined the other party's identity and combined with the other party's dying situation, he was a little ashamed.

Old man Wangshu glanced at him, "You said you were not on guard against me, don't you feel ashamed?"

His words are really hard to answer.

"Forget it, I won't tease you. Shen Chong, sit down, I have something to say, please write it down."

Shen Chong nodded, "You said, I listened."

The old man took a long breath, "Last night, I fought with Guilong in the East China Sea and was defeated."

Shen Chong's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

He had heard of the name of the big demon ghost dragon before, the leader behind the black market, and was known as the strongest today.

The black market does not have a huge team like the Demon Slaying, but it can still stand firm and become a force on its own, which shows the absolute strength of the Ghost Dragon.

Shen Chong even suspected that Lin Jiutian, who is still in his heyday, is not a match for Guilong, and how could the old man Wangshu be an opponent?

"well."

Shen Chong sighed, the boss couldn't understand what he was thinking and didn't know what to say.

"I know my life is not long. I originally wanted to die with the ghost dragon before I die and eliminate a single harm to kill the demons for me. Unfortunately, now I am old and defeated simply and I can't even do anything to hurt it."

The old man Wangshu crossed his hands in front of his chest and said with emotion, as if telling insignificant things, but the listener Shen Chong knew the thrillingness.

He remembered a news he had seen this morning. The 15-level typhoon that had originally traveled straight to the east coast of China, disappeared mysteriously halfway through the journey. However, a huge wave arrived on the east coast early, almost causing a disaster.

Meteorologists have a variety of analyses on this and listed it as a rare meteorological wonder in recent years. Now Shen Chong has roughly guessed the answer.

The old man Wangshu fought with the ghost dragon and broke up the typhoon, but it caused huge waves.

After all, Shen Chong and the old man were not familiar with each other, so he had to bow and say, "Senior Gao Yi, I admire him."

"What do you admire? You don't know how depressed I am. Ghost Dragon is indeed a character, he just lets me leave casually. But my last tone can only last here. I originally wanted to see your wife at the last moment, but now I can't do it."

Shen Chong was confused, "This..."

Seeing that he was about to reach out to help him, Old Man Wangshu quickly stopped him, "You must not touch me now, it will be broken when you touch it."

Shen Chong stopped quickly.

"Forget it, this is the number of days, it's good to see you."

Shen Chong was in a complicated mood, "Senior, please say anything, please."

The figure of the old man, Wangshu, gradually became blurred.

He took a long breath, "Do you know why I want to build a demon-slaying demon? Why do I contribute the treasures of the master's sect?"

Shen Chong shook his head and said he didn't understand.

If it were him, he would definitely not be so generous.

"If you have ever seen demons rampant and the world is in chaos, you will understand. The so-called demon-slaying is not spiritual monsters, but the demons in the world, the demons in the hearts of people and the demons in the hearts of monsters. I have always paid attention to what Shen Chong did, but you have a bit of a stinking voice with me, you are easy to meddle in other people's business."

Shen Chong said modestly: "I'm sorry, I can't afford it."

"Don't interrupt."

"Now the building is about to collapse, and I often feel powerless, so I am so anxious this time and finally lost my life."

Shen Chong did not dare to interrupt this time and asked him to tell him.

After waiting for a long time, the old man looked at him strangely, "Don't you ask me why?"

Shen Chong scratched his head, "Senior, didn't you tell me not to interrupt?"

"Boy! People in the world say that I don't know the numbers, but I actually know them. This year, there are more than twice as many people who have awakened the psychics and monsters than last year."

Shen Chong nodded, "I know this too."

"According to my calculations, next year will be at least twice this year! So what will happen if you reach the latest year after tomorrow?"

Shen Chong thought for a while and said, "The demon-slaying general can no longer control the situation. Will the matter between the psychics and monsters become well-known?"

Old man Wangshu nodded, "That's true. By then, people's hearts will fluctuate and evil spirits will arise. Sooner or later, half of the people in the world will become psychics, and countless monsters will be born. Although sentient beings are equal, who can really keep their true hearts in the face of absolute power?"

Shen Chong was frightened when he heard this.

If someone else says this, he will only listen to it.

But now the person who said this is forgetting to count the old man, that is a foregone conclusion.
Chapter completed!