190. The chosen guy_1

Lu Ban always felt that humans couldn't, at least shouldn't.

Although he didn't deny that there were people in this world with unique talents and tastes, looking at the glossy black eight legs, the horrifying mouthparts, and the slightly opening and closing end of the abdomen, as well as the writhing tentacles, Lu Ban thought he didn't belong to that group.

The happiness was theirs, Lu Ban had nothing.

Seeing that Lu Ban was unmoved, the Remains of the Sage moved a step closer.

Its skin was pale and seemingly quite beautiful.

But Lu Ban was not that kind of person.

"Wait a moment, could it be that what Shia said about me being chosen by the gods is referring to this?"

Lu Ban didn't dwell on it.

He felt this was not something to boast about.

Looking back, had this creature been circling around him all this time just to lead him here, to meet its true form?

This was not any Remains of the Sage but an illusion planted in Lu Ban's head by the giant bug!