The strongest middleman in the heavens

Chapter 132 The End of the Story
The dense fog is getting bigger and bigger, and the cold air is getting stronger and stronger. Ice balls have begun to appear on the ground. When you step on it, there is a "creaking" sound.

The atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

After a long while, the old woman's voice sounded again, "Good luck? More than just bringing good luck, the divine blood fell from the sky, and that day, the entire Liberty City also ushered in the long-lost "sweet rain".

The earth came back to life, and the cracked wounds in the land began to heal.

The blood of the goddess is not only not fishy, ​​but also very fresh, fresher, sweeter and more delicious than spring water.

Drinking one drop can make a person rejuvenated, one drop, enough food for the last month, one drop, the child will become smart...

Watered by the blood of the Goddess, food is available, and joy is back again...

Although the days are difficult, but fortunately there is hope, isn't it?

Cough, cough, cough..."

The old woman's tone began to become more relaxed, and her footsteps became more and more brisk, but the red lantern in her hand was blood red against the dense fog.

Even though there was no wind, the lanterns were swaying left and right, and the candle flames were also beating, as if they felt the mood swings of the old woman.

"and after?"

Jiang Cheng continued to ask, and he also noticed a problem in the story.

Liberty City was sealed off, without aura, and unable to practice. It can be said that all vitality of the creatures inside was cut off. The Goddess was seriously injured and entered it. Can she recover?
What happened after that?
Not long after, the old woman's voice sounded again, "Later the goddess woke up, but the good luck seemed to be lost again, and the land that had just regained its vitality dried up again.

Vitality once again disappeared from Liberty City. The kind of despair that gained hope, and then witnessed the despair of hope shattered, completely drove them crazy.

They looked at the goddess,

The goddess who was seriously injured and had no power to fight back..."

The old woman's voice gradually became lower and lower, as if she had fallen into some kind of memory.

"Later, every month, everyone came to take a drop of blood. It lasted for about three years, and the goddess finally couldn't hold it anymore...

In the environment of not eating or drinking, she is indeed a god. She lasted too long,

hey-hey……"

The old woman's mood was very strange. Although her tone was full of sympathy for the goddess, she sometimes felt that she was mocking.

Just like now!
It felt to Jiang Cheng, as if she was substituting the feelings of a person in the free city for a while, and then substituting the feelings of a goddess for a while.

Following the old woman's narration, Jiang Cheng fell silent. Looking at the bleak thick fog around him, a scene seemed to appear in front of his eyes:
It was an extremely weak woman. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a group of people with simple and kind smiles on their faces, and this group of people woke her up.

Before she could repay, calamity befell her.

This group of people surrounded her, and one of them rushed forward to bite her. They squeezed a little blood from her wound, and a long queue of 10,000+ people lined up...

Everyone is waiting to drink her blood and stay alive.

This group of people completely regarded her as a captive livestock. When they were thirsty or hungry, they would come to bite her and suck a drop of blood...

In the eyes of this group of people, a woman is not a god, but a food that can keep them alive.

Constantly asking for it is like eating and drinking.

"Three years, how did she survive..." Jiang Cheng sighed inwardly.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why there was so much resentment here, it was a kind of torture that he could not survive or die.

The pain cannot be expressed in words.

However, at this moment, the voice of the old woman sounded again.

"Hey, it would be good if the story could end here, but it's not over yet..."

"Three years?
Is three years enough?

Three years is not enough!
There are so many people, maybe... 10,000+, they are still multiplying, descendants and grandchildren...

But the Goddess couldn't bear it anymore, what should I do?

Boy, tell me, what should I do? "

Suddenly, the old woman turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng with a smile.

The dark yellow eyeballs stared at Jiang Cheng with cloudy eyes and asked.

Stared at by the old woman, Jiang Cheng fell silent.

He thought of a way, the Goddess is about to lose her strength, and she must not be allowed to die, or in other words, the Goddess cannot die until she finds a new way to survive.

But since the goddess is already dead, there is only one way.

But Jiang Cheng was unwilling to say this idea.

"Hey, it seems that you have thought of it, that's right, it's exactly what you thought...

According to legend, in the last time, the Goddess died laughing...

Everyone has discussed it. Afterwards, if there is a boy with the blood of the goddess, it will be owned by the women in Liberty City.

Use the preserved blood of the goddess, wait for him to grow up, and then bleed for food.

In the last half year of his life, he was responsible for continuing the bloodline. When the bloodline was born, the boy would be drained of the last drop of blood in his body.

These preserved blood will be used for the next child to grow up;
And vice versa, if there is a girl, it will be owned by the man, and the preserved blood of the goddess will be used to wait for the child to grow up, and so on, endless loop..."

The more she spoke, the deeper the old woman's voice became, and it was almost impossible to hear her voice.

The atmosphere became more and more depressing. Qingtan, who was held in Jiang Cheng's arms, had already wet Jiang Cheng's chest and skirt with tears, and his body was also struggling crazily.

Finally, Qing Tan stopped struggling, and a piercing smile appeared on her face.

There was relief in the smile.

Seeing such a smile, even Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel his heart twitch violently.

"Liberty City, how long has it existed?"

Hearing this appalling scene, even though he didn't see it with his own eyes, just thinking about it, Jiang Cheng couldn't help feeling horrified, and felt chills all over his body.

"1 years, Liberty City has existed for 1 years!"

After finishing speaking, the old woman turned around and continued to walk forward with the lantern, but Jiang Cheng, who was holding Qingtan, was stunned.

"1 years?!"

"Huh? What's wrong with me?!"

Just when Jiang Cheng was in a daze, Qingtan in his arms suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head and said in doubt.

As he spoke, he stretched his body.

And Jiang Cheng, who heard the voice, also woke up from the shock.

Looking down, I saw Qingtan was blinking a pair of big innocent eyes, looking at him flickeringly, with surprise and puzzlement on his face.

"I, I, this is..."

"Now that you're done, come down..."

After letting go of his hand to let Qingtan get off his body, Jiang Cheng started to walk forward.

After hearing the story told by the old woman, he felt very uncomfortable.

So I don't want to say much.

"Ahem, ahem, when you arrive in Liberty City, you can go and see the statue of the goddess, who built a statue for her back then.

Just outside the wreckage of the Liberty City, it means that she escaped from birth..."

At this moment, the voice of the old woman sounded again.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng silently wrote it down in his heart.

(End of this chapter)