hug that god

The next day, Shen Yuexiu left Changsheng Mansion early.

Because he was really worried about Shen Mo's mansion, he walked quickly to the woods outside the city and wanted to activate the teleportation formation, but found that it was impossible to get in touch with Shen Mo's mansion.

His heart skipped a beat, with some bad premonition, he immediately used his spiritual power on his feet, walked quickly, walked for two days and two nights, and finally arrived at the place where the gods fell.

But there is only one red in the eye.

The sky and the earth were blood red, and the red flames flickered on his face.

There were corpses all over the ground, lying in the pool of blood, there were common people, more members of Shen Mo's house.

His mood has fallen to the lowest point in his life.

Looking at everything in front of me in disbelief.

High above, raging fire engulfed the Shen Mo Mansion that had stood for nearly a thousand years.

Without blinking his eyes, distraught, he jumped over the corpses all over the ground, stepped on the blood-stained steps, and ran towards the top.

It was too slippery, he fell to the ground, and it hurt his flesh and bones, no matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to the pain in his heart.

With spiritual power on his feet, he wanted to go home quickly, but he fell down frequently.

He touched the steps one by one and climbed up, blood staining him all over.

His body and hands were also knocked and bled, and he couldn't tell who was from whom.

All he wanted to do now was climb to the top.

Climbing a little further, I saw the corpses of Shen Mofu lying down in disorder, their bodies were severely damaged, it can be said that they were in a state of disembowelment, Shen Yuexiu was crying, and couldn't make a sound.

He couldn't climb up, the steps were full of dead and miserable corpses.

But he had to go back, maybe there were still people alive.

With tears in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and lifted up the numerous corpses in the air so that he could pass underneath.

Blood dripped in the air, their corpses were very fresh, and the time of death was definitely not more than two days.

If he comes back earlier, come back sooner, this situation will not happen.

After he walked half lying on his stomach, the body fell peacefully on the ground.

I don't know how long he climbed, how long he walked, he absorbed the essence of the moon three times.

In the lonely night, there was only a bright moon to accompany him. Under the moonlight, the face of the corpse became paler and more terrifying, and the blood color became more ferocious.

He can't be afraid, can't escape, because he is the master of Shen Mo, their mansion master.

His body was sore and aching, every movement felt like a knife was being sharpened on it, and all his spiritual power was used to hold up the corpses that had fallen on the steps, and some of the corpses had already smelled bad.

Shen Yuexiu didn't cover her mouth and nose when she smelled it, she just cried harder.

Finally climbed to the top, the raging fire was so high and so hot, illuminating his figure, scorching his face, his wounds, and the bloody mud all over his body.

The fire was crackling, and the ground was full of corpses, and the death was even more tragic.

There is not a complete corpse, the man's chest is ripped open, the body is twisted in various ways, the woman's face is smiling with a knife, naked, her legs are separated, and her posture is weird.

He couldn't see a living creature, he couldn't see any of Shen Mo's mansion, he could only smell the smell of burning corpses, and the smell of death all over the place.

His voice was hoarse from crying, and he used his powerful spiritual power in grief and anger to fight towards the fire.

The fire devoured his spiritual power, and suddenly there was a powerful blasting sound.

A thunderbolt of fire bombarded Shen Yuexiu's body.

Shen Yuexiu was defeated by the powerful and fiery force, and was thrown into the air, rolling down the corpse along the steps quickly.

Rolling non-stop, rolling to the place where there is no corpse, it is a sharp step, knocking on it again and again, once and for all, the pain is so painful that there is no time to breathe.

When he reached the ground, he rolled several more times, and finally stopped. When he moved, his whole body was in excruciating pain, and his bones creaked.

His hair was disheveled and reddish, his face was gray and red, the palms and backs of his hands were bloody and bloody, and the bones were faintly visible.

He rolled over and punished himself with the pain all over his body.

He was crying, tears fell to the ground, and he touched the ground with trembling hands.

Who will tell him what happened, why it happened, and who is so cruel.

There was a ferocious demonic air in the air.

"Butler Yin, dry sheep..." Shen Yuexiu cried, without any response.

I don't know how long I cried, but no one came.

The spiritual power of the land of falling gods has been sucked dry, and he can only wait for the moon to come out.

Wait for the sun to come out and absorb their spiritual power.

After lying on the ground all night, he could barely stand up the next day, looking at the corpses all over the ground, he wanted to help them collect the corpses.

Carried them one by one into the forest where the gods fell, dug them out and buried them. If the corpses were too broken, they were wrapped with spiritual power and sent to the soil.

There were too many people, and he was dealing with it alone. There were already over a hundred graves in the forest, and it felt like the number of corpses on the ground hadn't decreased at all.

Shen Yuexiu squatted and hugged the corpse, and suddenly collapsed and sat on the ground.

He thought of Chang Shengmian, and couldn't help but took out the concentric stone, wanting to ask him to bring someone to help him, with his broken and bloody hands, holding the stone tightly, calling his name in his heart, inputting his spiritual power.

The stone didn't respond at all, he couldn't help shouting, but he still couldn't get his consciousness to respond, he was disheartened and stopped calling, tears fell on the concentric stone.

"Liar." He whimpered, threw the concentric stone, and only prostrated himself on the ground, howling loudly.

Tired of crying, I wiped my tears and continued to bury people.

The number of graves in the forest continued to increase, but he felt that the number of corpses on the ground was still the same. His body was sore, his strength was weak, and the continuous output of spiritual power had already caused fatigue.

He was so tired that he couldn't walk, couldn't hold him up, and just knelt on the ground, crying silently.

He wanted to drink water, looked for water from the storage bag, and found the psychic mirror.

He was sobbing non-stop because of crying, using his spiritual power on the psychic mirror that had not been used for a long time, the familiar pigeon turned and turned, and his eyes became more blurred.

Seeing a familiar figure with a familiar voice, he hurriedly stuck the psychic on the ground, crying uncontrollably, very loudly, very painfully, very wronged, very desperate.

Voices kept coming out of the mirror, Shen Yuexiu listened to it, didn't say a word, just kept crying, her throat was sore from crying, she kept crying until the time limit of the psychic mirror was over...

"Cauliflower, I'm sorry, I'd better not bother you."

He put away the psychic mirror, stood up tremblingly, his head was a little dizzy, he only drank a sip of water to press it down, sobered up, and then continued to deal with the corpses on the ground.

I don't know how many days and nights passed, and to what extent the body was rotten, Shen Yuexiu finally finished disposing of the body. The forest where it sank was densely packed with graves, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.

Shen Yuexiu was lying on the ground, she could no longer shed tears, and there were bloody tears in the corners of her eyes. Looking at the night sky, she slowly closed her eyes.