If I can’t invite God, I have no choice but to become a god myself.

This knife was probably left by Chen Shu's great-grandfather. He was a famous butcher from all over the country in the past. He was very good at killing pigs. He could kill a pig with a white knife in and out with a red knife without much effort.

Everyone in the village was willing to invite him, and there was no need to spend any money. All he had to do was kill an animal and share a few kilograms of meat.

Later, when the family's fortune improved, the butcher's business stopped.

It's just that this knife is not idle - it's like the company has a weekend off and you can't.

In the end, it became the object of worship of the old Chen family. Grandpa made a rule at the beginning: this knife must see blood every day, and it must be nourished with spiritual thoughts every day.

Since then, I have been following the rules and it has become a habit.

Counting now, it has been three generations.

It's just that in the early days, the family was wealthy and prosperous, and they could be served with live birds every day. However, in Chen Shu's generation, he had become a single person and had almost no contact with other places far away, so he had to use some pig blood to serve him. improvise.

He took out the butcher's knife from the table cabinet.

The blade is seventy centimeters long, and it becomes wider and wider from the handle to the tip. The narrowest point is only about three centimeters, and when it reaches the tip, it is nearly six centimeters wide.

There are very obvious traces of use on the handle of the knife. The wooden handle is full of bump marks. It is soaked in too much blood and the original color can no longer be seen. Now it is a black that does not look clean.

But the blade is extremely bright, and can even vaguely reflect the appearance of a person.

There is a blood groove about two centimeters deep in the cross section. If you stab the pig behind its heart, the blood will drain out very quickly. It is said that after the knife is pulled out, there will be no blood on it.

Although Chen Shu had never seen this knife used to kill pigs, no matter how he looked at it, it could be called a good knife - at least a good pig-killing knife.

It's just that after three generations, this knife still doesn't show any extraordinary qualities.

Chen Shu had long since given up hope and continued to do this. It was because his father used to talk about this the most, so he simply kept doing it.

Coupled with his current strength, there is actually no need for it.

"well."

Lifting the knife, Chen Shu gently cut the pig's blood. The texture was soft and elastic, and it was not clear whether the knife was sharp. He gently wiped the cut pig's blood along both sides of the knife.

During this process, Chen Shu released a stream of spiritual thoughts and integrated them into the blade, containing the pig-killing knife.

After about ten minutes, Chen Shu put the butcher's knife back to its original position.

Obviously.

Even after becoming a god, there was still no reaction when there should have been no reaction. Fortunately, Chen Shu didn't have too much hope, so he was not disappointed.

What Chen Shu didn't know was that there was a faint flash of light inside the blade that could not be seen...

He took out another piece of tofu and simply fried it with the used pig's blood, then paired it with a bowl of rice, and a simple dinner was completed.

Should be said or not.

Although it sounds simple, it tastes great and goes very well with meals.

My sister is right, if he can call on gods normally, he will definitely be a spiritual chef.

However, when I was young, my sister always wanted to be a fire magician, but in the end, she inexplicably embarked on the path of a spiritual chef.

The good news is that his appetite and taste have not been affected, which is a good thing; the bad news is that his appetite has increased a lot and he hasn't eaten enough.

After comforting himself to eat less at night, Chen Shu returned to his room after cleaning up.

I didn’t rush to practice. I sat down at the table first, took out the diary from the drawer, and kissed the paper gently with the tip of the pen:

"On the first day of becoming a god, I feel good."

"My mind became extremely clear, and I could feel it running all the time."

“At the same time, you also have the ability to feel something when you hear others talking about you.”

"Absorbing an apostle, you can probably say this, I can't seem to find a more appropriate description."

"I also bought a lot of books. I hope I can finish them soon."

Although no one stipulates that a diary must be written every day, Chen Shu is willing to write more when he wants to.

So far.

Chen Shucai sat cross-legged on the bed, uniting heaven and man, absorbing spiritual thoughts to practice.

At this moment, Chen Shu's face was slightly stunned, and a distant voice seemed to be heard in his ears, like Zhang Teng's voice.

After listening carefully.

"Liu Hua?"

"Southern Suburbs? Shadow becomes a spirit? Evil spirit?"

"It turns out it's not groundless. There are really evil spirits near the community?"

"Zhang Teng is really lucky."

He murmured a few words in a low voice and immediately understood the whole story.

…

Outside of God.

"This is my life's request!"

Zhang Teng looked humble as he looked at Jiang Zheng, who had bailed him out, with his hands bowed to the Buddha.

Jiang Zheng: "..."

Then he waved his hand: "Don't tell me, don't tell me."

"It's not a glorious thing, who should I talk to?"

"But you should be lucky that you have just signed a contract with the distant god, and it happens that he can use you, otherwise Officer Liu would not be so easy to talk to!"

Zhang Teng nodded quickly.

Jiang Zheng still couldn't help complaining: "You are brave enough, can't you see the badge of the temple?"

"You dare to touch a tiger's butt?"

Zhang Teng's old face turned red: "Accident, accident..."

It's not that he is weak-willed.

They are just too big!

Coupled with the mentality that the poor suddenly become rich, he couldn't hold it back for a while, but entering it was a wake-up call for him. Not every time he would be so lucky.

If there were another time, if he was detained and kept in the file, the university he finally got into would probably be expelled directly.

Zhang Teng suddenly thought of something at this time and asked: "Where is Chen Shu?"

Jiang Zheng rolled his eyes: "They left long ago."

"When we were inside just now, Officer Liu asked me about him and asked me to remind him to register as soon as possible, including his magical creature..."

"Let's not talk about this yet."

Jiang Zheng looked inside: "Didn't you say when to set off?"

"Just for a while."

Zhang Teng said: "Shadow evil spirits are almost only active late at night. This evil spirit is also very cunning. It seems to have the strength close to the wandering god level."

"Without the divine ability, it would be difficult to locate it."

"It happened that the Master Yuanmu in their institute was transferred away, so I showed up..."

Jiang Zheng sighed: "What a good luck."

"Didn't you say where the place is?"

"It seems to be the southern suburbs."

"Can you do it? I just signed the contract today."

"it should be OK."

Speaking of this, Zhang Teng got excited: "I'm afraid you don't know how powerful the Yuanmu Spirit is. I tried it today, tsk, that taste..."

“He who has not tried it will never understand it.”

"Our ruins should be stable this time."

Jiang Zheng listened, but he could only feel envious in his heart.

The talents of sensory masters are not common, especially eyes, which are the rarest. It is considered good to have one among a hundred people.

He is the kind of person who has no talent in this area. If he had any talent, given his family conditions, it would not be difficult to find a sloughed creature from a distant god and sign a contract with it.

Suddenly, Jiang Zheng asked:

"You really didn't see it?"

Zhang Teng: "..."

"If I saw it, could I still come out..."

What the two of them didn't know was that after he said the name "Chen Shu", all their subsequent conversations fell into Chen Shu's ears.

The names of gods are not to be mentioned lightly.

The gods are watching you.