Blood was dripping around the withered grass, and more than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the scorched earth.
Lu Qingye's consciousness fell on the corpses and found that most of them died of injuries.
Except for a few corpses of low-level monks, there were more mortals without spiritual power.
"Master, why are there so many mortal corpses here?"
Lu Qingye looked to the other side of the mountains.
"That's Baiwu Mountain over there, and the junction between the human cultivators and the demon clan in the west is where the most mortals live. It's probably because they were affected by the abyss and fled here."
Jiuji fell silent. The terrain here was relatively high, but when he and Lu Qingye came here, many places were still flooded.
Even Qi-training and foundation-building monks would find it difficult to resist the cold air of the abyss, let alone those mortals with no spiritual power.
Lu Qingye followed the traces and searched.
Jiu Ji looked at his surroundings and couldn't help but speak.
"Master, if there are survivors nearby, will they escape to higher ground?"
Lu Qingye also looked at the surrounding peaks.
But the traces around... don't seem to be the case.
Lu Qingye's consciousness spread around, and Jiuji's nose kept sniffing everywhere.
However, due to the influence of the cold water of Tianqianyuan, the smell is also messy.
Jiu Ji sniffed towards higher places, frowned for a while and spoke.
"It's strange. There was a gust of wind blowing on the mountain just now, but there was no mortal smell."
The smell of mortals is different from that of monks, and it is easier to distinguish. The smell on their bodies is messy and rich.
Lu Qingye knelt down, gently peeled away the dead grass around him with his fingers, and finally looked in one direction.
Dim light shines on a group of people.
The water on the ground was still seeping down, dripping on everyone's faces.
A group of people looked pale and their eyes were filled with fear.
Su Bao felt the person on his shoulder trembling with fear.
The water was up to their necks, but they couldn't get out!
After finally escaping here with these people, we must not go out at this time!
That demon cultivator may not have gone far yet, and he may be killed if he goes out.
The wound had been soaked in water and turned white and rotten. Su Baocai wanted to cough, but he could only suppress it and prevent himself from making any sound.
The group of mortals stepping on it couldn't help but lower their heads slightly.
When I saw the pale faces and struggling people below, my eyes turned red.
"General... leave us alone... you can go..."
An old man still couldn't help but speak.
Su Baocai shook his head.
"Keep on holding on!"
Several soldiers remained silent, gritting their teeth and supporting the mortal above them with their shoulders.
Although these mortals were not the subjects of their Chen Kingdom, as a general who protected his home and country, he could not watch these innocent people die miserably in front of him!
"But...General, you are still injured, we...we will only drag you down..."
Some people couldn't help crying and sobbing, but they didn't dare to make any big noise.
Most of them are people who escaped from the Yan Kingdom. There have always been disputes between the three kingdoms, but even if the leaders of each country are at odds, they try not to involve innocent people.
Compared to the mortals who have lived in the chaotic Mortal City in the West since childhood, these people are actually very lucky!
Soldiers with cultivation like Su Baocai are very rare and noble among the Three Kingdoms.
How could such a person die here for these people!
They stood on the shoulders of several people, and they already felt their legs and feet were numb and sore. Su Baocai and the others had to bear their weight while standing in the water...
Su Baocai took a breath.
"It is also our duty as soldiers to defend our country and protect our people."
When the Chen Kingdom established the Baijiajun, it was with the original intention of supporting a world for mortals.
In this chaotic world of immortality with humans and monsters, ordinary mortals without spiritual power are the weakest existences.
They are small and unpopular, and their own destiny is controlled by others!
In the eyes of monks, the strong are respected, and weakness is the original sin.
So I don’t pay much attention to their lives, let alone empathize with them.
Although the Taoist and Immortal Sects have regulations that prohibit monks from killing mortals indiscriminately, the world of immortality is so vast that there are always places where the light cannot shine.
The old man's hands were trembling, trying to wipe the water from Su Baocai's and others' faces.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the stones and leaves covering the top were blown away.
"Hahaha! Where do you want to hide?!"
When everyone saw the monk who was as skinny as wood, with a black face and blood all over his body, their faces turned pale.
Su Baocai's face was also extremely ugly.
"Where do a few monks in the Qi training stage, with such a group of mortals, want to escape to? To the nearby sects of aristocratic families? Or to Xianchengfang City? Or to the Shangyao Sect? Don't be naive and dream! Those sects of aristocratic families will Do you care about your life and death? When has there not been a large-scale death in the world of immortality, only those sects have taken care of it? When has it not been that the matter has become too big and can no longer be suppressed, and the news has reached their ears? Those immortal cities, you guys Can you get in? That kind of place is only for monks with spiritual stones and mortals with a background! You?"
The devilish cultivator with gloomy eyes smiled evilly.
"Without the spirit stone, you can't even touch the city gate!"
The faces of the people trapped in the sewer tunnel turned even paler.
The demon cultivator looked down at them against the light.
It also blocked the light in their eyes.
The old demon cultivator looked at Su Baocai and grinned.
"Still want to take them out of my grasp? The cat and mouse game should be over! Stay and be my corpse puppets!"
The faint smell of blood wafted over, and Lu Qingye looked forward.
The demon cultivator raised the flag with the demonic energy billowing in his hand, and everyone's eyes widened in horror.
The pressure belonging to the golden elixir stage rushed towards him, and Su Baocai finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
He still wanted to stand up and stand in front of everyone, but trapped underwater, he didn't have the strength.
The magic weapon fell, and amidst the cries, Su Baocai felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
Look, mortals are so fragile and insignificant!
They all wanted to live, to live simply. They did nothing. They ate ordinary food grown by themselves and only used that small area. They had never threatened these powerful monks, but the butcher's knife still fell on them!
How can we survive in this world? !
Without spiritual roots, can they choose? As mortals, is this what they are thinking too?
Why...the world is so big, but there is no place for them!
Su Baocai closed his eyes in despair, and the light in his heart was extinguished little by little.
I have encountered countless dangers and survived countless times, but this feeling of powerlessness is still so uncomfortable and painful!
He was not the protagonist in the storybook, they were all ordinary mortals, and he had never had the extravagant hope that in this world, someone would be able to step forward and lend a helping hand.
