Can't Save the World by Pretending to be Dead

It's a century-old fox demon, thinking more, the vixen's round eyes rolled: "These are real thighs! Xiao Tang, I think we have to find a chance to visit them. I haven't seen them in 100 years of being Heiwuchang. This battle is too awesome."

In addition to ghosts, many Xuanxiu hidden among the people and monsters living in seclusion in deep mountains and old forests also sensed this breath of gods. They all looked at the place shrouded by the breath of gods, and they were all terrified.

"This is God!"

"There are still gods, Su Cheng has gods!"

Emperor Wen Song was resurrected, he is in charge of the world's books, and his aura covers Suzhou City, Shanghai City, and Wuxi.At this moment, it was early in the morning and late at night, and the mortals who could be infected by his breath, even in their sleep, suddenly felt refreshed, and the nightmare dissipated.

Because he is God.

He wants to be resurrected, and he has the righteousness to protect his body!

Is it wrong for a god to want to be resurrected?

Emperor Wen Song still doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with him.

He was a kind god during his lifetime, extremely prestigious in the mortal world, and blessed all living beings.The inexplicable destruction of the court of God has nothing to do with him?

When he comes back to life, the students in the three places in Sucheng will be blessed, their minds will be clear, and their studies will progress.

He wants to be resurrected, is that wrong? !

Outside the Temple of Emperor Wen, Lian Xi and Ji Chen were holding the book of life and death together, and gently opened it.

Judge Cui wants to use the book of life and death, he needs to write in blood.But the moment Lian Xi and Ji Chen opened the book of life and death, suddenly, golden light burst out.Thousands of lights turned into a bright golden torrent, rushing towards the Wendi Temple filled with multicolored luster.

The golden river poured into Xiao Liu's body, and in an instant, there was only a crisp clicking sound.

On the temple, the statue uttered a roar that was no longer superior: "Qichen, why are you blocking me!!!"

Lian Xi and Ji Chen were startled.

Ji Chen showed a strange look, and frowned: This Emperor Wen Song actually knows him?

In Wendi Temple, a girl with short hair was pierced by a golden torrent.She was bathed in this brilliant brilliance, and suddenly, the watchman let out a "huh" in surprise.Then, Jiang Gui, Cui Judge...all of them opened their eyes wide, watching illusory figures floating out of Xiao Liu's body.

They were men and women, of all ages.

But without exception, everyone was covered in cuts and bruises, covered in blood.

There were 24 people in total, among them, only 6 could be regarded as juveniles, and all the others were under ten years old!

Wisps of colorful righteousness rushed out from the statue of Emperor Wen Song, trying to disperse these figures and let them return to Xiao Liu's body.However, under the protection of the golden light of the book of life and death, these figures gradually solidified, and even gradually became clear-eyed and became sane.

Finally, among the 24 people, the oldest young man who looked 30 years old moved.

He was wearing a mandarin jacket, with money rattails, thin cheeks, and his whole body was as thin as a piece of paper, which would be blown away by the wind.But he tried his best to walk tremblingly to the statue of Wendi Temple, bowed to the statue overlooking all living beings, and then turned around to look at the short-haired girl kneeling on the futon, showing a relieved smile.

The young man stepped forward and gently stroked the top of Xiao Liu's head with his hands. Then, he looked up at the colorful righteousness rushing towards Xiao Liu, and rushed forward resolutely.

boom!

This young man slammed into the colorful righteousness with his body, and all the way he was wiped out!

Then, a young woman covered in injuries.She is the second oldest among the 24 people. She also goes to the statue and worships first.Immediately, she squatted down slowly, hugged Xiao Liu gently, then looked up at the second wave of colorful righteousness entangled in the temple, and rushed up again.

The 24 wounds branded on Xiao Liu's soul emerged one by one.From the very old to the last toddler.

They walked to Xiao Liu's side one by one, blocking for her the colorful righteousness that washed away her soul.

"You are all the souls of this emperor!"

However, there was no response to the statue's anger.

24 mortals who have passed away long ago. Their lives were so painful that they left indelible wounds on their souls.Now, these bloody scars have been awakened, and the 24 remaining obsessions in the soul rushed to the colorful righteousness that attacked Xiao Liu without hesitation.

They dissipated completely, but as they dissipated, the scars on Xiao Liu's soul healed little by little.

Looking at this scene outside the temple, the watchman slowly opened his mouth.Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew by, and he realized that he had burst into tears.At this moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of Jichen's words.

It's not the same, it's not the same.

Compare your heart with your heart!

Hui Niang is dead, and the ghost of the woman he saw by the Wangchuan River 300 years ago is not Hui Niang.

Emperor Wen Song is dead, and they have been tortured for 24 lives because of you, they just want to be a good person and spend their whole life!