I, Zhongli, wander the world

【...Afterwards, the demons and gods seek their position, and chaos ensues.Although the immortals fought hard to protect them, the battle was chaotic, and Gui Liyuan suffered from the melee, and the God of Dust died in it. 】

—— "Stone Book Collection Volume [-]"

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

The people who migrated from Tianheng to the north have already merged with the original residents of Guiliyuan and continued for several generations.They are used to the guidance of the two gods, and they are used to the life of Guiliji plowing the fields.Now they have lost their land and home, and one of the original two gods is lost forever.

Under the guidance of the immortals, those who still had the energy searched for supplies that were not washed away by the current overnight. The old and weak, women and children were temporarily placed on the high ground and rested temporarily in the temporary tents built by magic.

However, except for unsuspecting children, almost no one can fall asleep in this situation.

With the faint light, Osamu Dazai watched from afar the girl who couldn't find her mother sleeping uneasy in the arms of the woman before turning around and leaving the tent.

He found Chuya Nakahara, who was raining in the middle of the night, on the top of a raised rock.

The umbrella made of condensed ice crystals was propped above his head, Dazai Osamu lightly turned over the stone, and leaned slightly from behind to look at Nakahara Chuya who was sitting there without saying a word.

"If you are blown and rained like this, even Chuya's orangutan body can't stand it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked up at him, "What, are you here to show off your ice attribute to me?"

"Yes." Dazai Zhizhi was confident.

Nakahara Chuya did not quarrel with Osamu Dazai as usual, he held a cigarette between his fingers, and said softly: "In this weather, I can't even light a cigarette."

"When did you learn to smoke, Chuya?"

"I've always been, just smoke less." With a slight movement of the two fingers holding the cigarette, the soaked white cigarette was thrown into the night by Zhong Yuanzhong, "At this time, I want to smoke but I can't. "

There was silence between the two of them again.

"Chuya, this is not our world." After a long time, Osamu Dazai said again.

"I know." Nakahara Chuya said in a low voice, "but what if I know?"

"Those people, Xiaofeng just said a few days ago that he would give me a butterfly specimen he made by himself. Miss Fanjin was still sharing with us the salty pickles she made by herself yesterday. Uncle Lei Yan was still there until he met the monster. Encourage those around you not to give up..."

"Now they're all dead."

Some died of floods, some died of monsters.

Nakahara also took a deep breath, "Dazai, tell me, can you just sit on the sidelines on the grounds that 'it's not our world'?"

"..."

He can't.

If he had been able to stand on the sidelines, he would not have obtained this God's Eye as a manifestation of will at that time.

"The affairs of this world have nothing to do with you. Even if you leave here, no one will say anything."

The third voice sounded at this time, and Nakahara Nakaya and Dazai Osamu turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw Morax who appeared at some unknown time standing quietly by the side, looking over calmly with a pair of golden eyes.

Even though he had just experienced a great battle, his white robe was still neat and tidy, and even the hair tied behind his head was not messy.His back is as straight as ever, and it seems that no matter whether he loses his best friend or governs the displacement of his people, it is not enough for him to shake his powerful nerves.

In addition to the colder eyes and deeper temperament...

He is still the god who guides the people, the demon god who kills the decisive rock.

The two young people suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.

They don't know how many immortals and gods died in the thousand-year-old demon war.However, just from today's deep pain, it is enough for them to get a glimpse of it.

That was different from their previous experiences.Even the most tense situation ever experienced cannot compare with the unstoppable disaster in front of us.

It was not deliberately created by one or two people, but an inevitable tragedy under the general environment and the trend of the times.

If Morax has suppressed all negative emotions with such an attitude for thousands of years...

Something heavier was brewing in it, and they couldn't even speak for a moment.

So Morax continued: "Five days later, there will be another weak gap in the space in Minlin. I will send a clone to help you open the passage, so that you can return to the correct time."

"Mr. Morax..." Osamu Dazai was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Let me take the liberty to ask, how long will that weakness last?"

Morax took a look at him. "Seven days."

"I heard from the immortal that the people who returned to Liji will prepare to move south to Tianheng Mountain tomorrow, and the journey will take about ten days." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and showed a smile on his face, "I think at least I can accompany you Go through this road and do what you can."

"It can be regarded as repaying the kindness of taking in this month."

"Yes." The black-haired god said lightly as if it had nothing to do with him, turned and left without stopping, and the white robe disappeared into the rain of the night.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had been silent all this time, also opened his mouth, but finally closed it slowly.

The rock god who leads his people does not need sympathy, nor does he need to be weak.

He put his hand over his heart, and gradually tightened it.

The next day, it was still raining.

People packed up their remaining luggage, took a last look at the broken walls soaked in the flood, gathered into a silent team, and headed towards Tianheng Mountain in the south.

There are immortal escorts all the way.The cranes flying in the sky work together to hold up the nets woven by straw rattan, lift up the houses that are still in good condition, and their huge wings bring a little shade to the people who are going forward in the rain below.Qilin enlarged his own body to carry the wounded, old and young with limited mobility.The guards of Xianlu and Yasha are on the outermost side, driving away the approaching sporadic monsters for the marching team.

However, even so, more suffering still needs to be borne by human beings themselves.

On the third day, the atmosphere became even more gloomy.

"Okay, it's almost done like this, if there is any relapse, you can go to me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also exhaled, and withdrew the grass-green energy in his hand.

After this incident, his grass-attribute god eyes somehow mutated. While summoning grass and vines, it also has the effect of detoxification and healing. Although the effect is not very strong, heal the people in the team a little Minor illnesses and disasters are enough.

Sending off the wounded who sincerely thanked him, Chuya Nakahara looked up to the sky again.

Among the tumbling dark clouds, a part of the swimming dragon's body occasionally passed through the clouds, broke through the clouds for a moment, and then disappeared again.

Morax, the demon god of rock, showed his true body and paraded in the sky, serving as both a beacon and a deterrent.At the same time, it is intended to provide spiritual support for the people traveling south.

but……

Looking at the silent team again, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but sighed.

"You are here, Chuya." A solid voice sounded from the side, and Mark Hughes, who was once again transformed into a bear and was busy in the team, was looking up at him.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was full of thoughts, also quickly cleared up his mood, "Mr. Mark Hughes? What's the matter?"

"Don't be nervous, take it easy." Mark Hughes bear had a comforting smile on his face, stretched out his paws and handed a scented item to his face, "You have been busy healing others just now, take a break Let's eat something."

"When you're in a bad mood, eat something and you'll feel better."

Nakahara Chuya forced a smile on his face, took the food and thanked him.

It was a bun-like food with beautiful prints on the bottom.With one bite, the delicious and sweet gravy explodes on the tip of the tongue, with just the right amount of spiciness in it. Just one bite warms up the body quickly and clears the mind in an instant.

Seeing that Chuya Zhongye's complexion improved, Mark Hughes said with a smile: "In the past two days, many people in the team have contracted cold due to moisture entering their bodies, so I developed this food with spicy meat sauce. How much it can help people get rid of the cold."

"……Thank you."

Mark Hughes found a fairly flat stone and sat down, then waved his stubby arms and patted the position beside him, signaling Zhong Yuanzhong to sit down too.

The red-haired young man sat on the empty stone as promised.

"Is Zhong also confused?" Mark Hughes asked.

"...Well." Facing the demon god who doesn't know the geometry of Nian, Zhongyuanzhong will not try to force anything. He looked at the busy but silent team from a distance, with a trace of dazedness that was not very carefully hidden in his eyes.

"Obviously it wasn't like this a few days ago." He whispered, "Actually... I can't adapt to things developing like this."

People who were once enthusiastic and happy were destroyed in an instant, lost their gods and loved ones, and faced a complicated and depressing future with nowhere to go.

Mark Hughes looked at him, "Does Chuya know how I was born?"

"Hey...?" Zhong Yuanzhong also uttered a syllable word with some doubts.

"I am the [Stove Demon God] born from Mars where stones collided. In terms of closeness and understanding with human beings, I am even more than [Rock Demon God] Morax."

Mark Hughes laughed, "Zhongye, the people of Morax are not as fragile as you imagined. The people of Yan are like their gods, even if they endure all kinds of hardships, they will always be an unshakable rock rock."

"Listen carefully, have you ever heard their singing?"

In the beginning, it was just a simple melody.

The low humming melody echoed above the team, the tune was monotonous, but implied a slight sadness.Immediately afterwards, more and more people joined the singing team, the song had lyrics, and the tune gradually changed from sad to passionate.

The procession marching south sang, against the heavy rain and fierce wind.

Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't understand the language of this world at first, and he was able to communicate without barriers thanks to the blessing left by Mr. Zhongli before he left.But now, listening to the lyrics that gradually converged into a torrent, he couldn't understand again.

He just felt that his whole body was getting hot, as if his blood was also boiling because of this incomprehensible singing.

"That's the language of the demon gods, and it was taught to them after all." Mark Hughes said, "Even if they don't understand it, even if it has disappeared between heaven and earth, the spiritual inheritance is engraved in the blood, and it will always be immortal."

"No matter how many times they are defeated by fate, as long as their spirit is not crushed, they will stand up in the face of difficulties until they defeat cruel fate and take control of their own future."

"This is human beings."