Throne. It was indeed a throne. Yinggou usually sat on it.
However, he did not think that he needed the so-called throne to set himself off. Back then, when boss Zhou was pulled into the depths of his soul, Yinggou pointed below the throne
There was a pit there.
Since ancient times, there had always been legends about the Netherworld Sea and the White Bone Throne. In the eyes of outsiders, the position that Yinggou sat on was definitely the throne, symbolizing supreme supremacy.
This did not depend on the quality, composition, or composition of the seat,
It only depended on the person sitting on it.
However..,
For Yinggou..,
At the very beginning..,
He just wanted to make a doghouse.
Perhaps..,
The later figurine maniac, at that time, there were already signs.
The throne was very big, really big, and piles of white bones were piled up like a mountain.
Those countless Demon Gods who were suppressed under the throne, over the years, as Artifact Spirits, they must have already dug out every detail of the throne, inside and out.
After all..,
Other than doing this..,
They had nothing else to do.
But there were some things that you could not really understand just because you had figured them out.
For example, the pit under the throne.
Perhaps, it was just an accident, such as a corner missing due to a collision during the movement of furniture.
After all, the White Bone Throne was too big, and it was not flat and smooth. After all, it was made of bones piled up. Wasn't it normal for it to protrude a little on one side and cave in a little on the other?
It was also the seat at the top..,
Perhaps because Yinggou had been sitting for a long time, it was a little smooth, so it was a little neat now.
At this moment..,
The surface of Zhou Ze's body was already stained with a layer of blood mist. This meant that this body had entered the countdown to collapse under the pressure of the White Bone Throne.
But..,
That was it.
Zhou Ze's fingernails gently touched it, creating a string of sparks, but it was also like a steel needle piercing into a leather ball.
"Buzz!"
The White Bone Throne, which carried an extremely strong pressure, suddenly trembled at this moment,
Then..,
At the position of the pit in the corner below..,
A wisp of black flame flashed,
At first, the flame was just a little bit, but then it turned into a huge fire that soared into the sky, completely covering the throne.
Mournful screams could be heard,
Countless Demon Gods were wailing and struggling inside.
The flames turned into a cyclone and began to surge outwards. The origin of the cyclone was at the location of the pit.
There,
This was the true core of the White Bone Throne, the true core of the White Bone Throne.
It was there, it had always been there, but for countless years, none of the people who had looked after it and studied it could actually find it.
Because this was no longer the case of being in the dark under the light. This had completely subverted the common sense of a normal person.
It was as if the cork of a wine bottle had been suddenly pulled out.
The wine inside began to gush out.
The cyclones and the flames that covered the cyclones were the "nutrients" that had been forcefully extracted from the white bone throne. They were the artifact spirits that had been melted in the fire.
Yinggou is merciful.
He did not kill the Xie Zhi, he only felt that it was interesting.
Back then, he had taken in the Jiuli Battle Soul who was being chased. He felt that their bravery was commendable.
However, he was also cold-blooded.
The birth of the White Bone Throne was the best proof.
Therefore, when faced with the despair and anguished wails of these Demon Gods, Ying Gou remained unperturbed.
Even..,
He even closed his eyes slightly.
Boss Zhou, who was in his body, could sense the faint joy under the calmness in Ying Gou's heart.
He was enjoying this feeling.
The fire on the throne continued to burn. The size of the throne was also getting smaller and smaller. It was as if most of the impurities had been removed by the fire.
Flames also began to appear on the body of the servant in front of him.
He had long merged himself into the throne. At this moment, his outcome was naturally the same as the Demon Gods below the throne.
The manservant looked at Zhou Ze in disbelief.
For a long time.
He had always felt that he was the person who understood Ying Gou the best.
Although most of the time the two of them spent together, he knelt beside him, trembling with fear as if he was walking on thin ice.
He was indeed one of the few people who had stayed by Ying Gou's side the longest.
But until today.
He seemed to have realized.
He couldn't understand Ying Gou at all.
However, he knew that he had already lost. He didn't have the ability to turn the tables. At this point, he seemed to be a little free and easy.
If you were to say that he cared about the survival of his descendants, it really couldn't be said.
His consciousness had existed for so long, and the concept of the survival of the clan was really very faint.
He only struggled to use his last bit of strength to ask,
"Master, I don't understand. Since this is a doghouse, why have you been the only one sitting on it all these years?"
Why a doghouse?
How could it be a doghouse?
The servant himself, and even the Demon Gods who were being burned in the throne and had just been burned, probably felt the same way.
Are you f * cking kidding me?
As if out of pity for this "Acquaintance", Ying Gou was willing to help him solve his doubts before his consciousness completely dissipated.
"Back then, I searched for a long time, but I never found the dog I wanted, so it was empty."
It was empty until.
Hell was in turmoil.
The immortals were revived.
In the end, he successfully stopped the general trend, but he also died.
Because of this, the doghouse had long been prepared, but the matter of raising a dog was still unsettled.
"Master, have you found the dog that you like now?"
Although the servant was not a "Figurine", in fact, the role he played at that time was very similar to the countless figurines of Ying Gou later on.
Hate was hate, but he would still be sensitive to what he should be sensitive to.
Ying Gou was silent.
Amidst this silence, the White Bone Throne above them continued to shrink.
The flames on the servant's body had almost burned him to the point that he was transparent.
Ying Gou's silence finally ended at this moment.
He said,
"I've found it."
"Then this servant is here. Congratulations, Master.
"It's because this servant is useless that I wasn't able to suppress Master. This servant is going to be gone, completely gone. I'll kowtow to Master one last time."
The servant knelt down.
The moment his forehead touched the ground.
His body turned into green smoke and dissipated.
At the last moment before he dissipated.
His gaze glanced at the old belt who had been sent flying by him and fell to the ground. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
And at this moment …
Boss Zhou in his body suddenly felt confused.
He was confused about:
Should I be angry or should I be proud?
"I say, can you not be so disgusting? By the way, your design is really interesting. You can release all the air inside by placing a dog hole in advance."
"Heh …"
Ying Gou did not refute or explain.
He watched as the servant turned into the last bit of green smoke and disappeared.
In his eyes …
There was a hint of profoundness.
It was meaningful.
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This chapter was a little short. He would add a big chapter tomorrow.