"The information we received is that one of our preparatory students disappeared while on a mission in this school. Her name is Yu Zhiyu, but I didn't see her along the way."
"Um....."
Gu Wen frowned slightly when he heard the news about Xuan Qing. She was a girl he had rescued many years ago. She suffered from an extremely rare "soul overflow syndrome" that was only seen in decades.
He squatted down and tapped the ground with his index finger, and the subtle soul pressure rippled out layer by layer in the form of sound waves.
"Xuan Qing, take care of this boy first. I've found Xiaoyu."
With the True Lord present, the heroes naturally did not have to worry about each other's safety. He stood up and walked towards the ruins. She was hidden very cleverly, far away from the central battlefield and extremely difficult to detect.
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Fire, damage, crying.
If there is a hell, it must be the current miserable situation.
Yu Zhiyu, a six-year-old patient with soul overflow syndrome, caused damage to three blocks after losing control of his soul pressure, seriously injuring 89 people and killing 11 people, including four adult males, two adult females, and five children.
She cried helplessly, surrounded by red flames and terrifying demons. The child she was playing with turned into a corpse and fell lifelessly next to her. There was no trace of damage on her body or eyes. But it glowed with an ominous gray-white color, and fell to the ground like a rag doll.
"Who, is anyone here to save me? Dad, Mom? Where have you been?"
She could only cry, crying helplessly.
The tall figure covered in blood walked through the ruins of the flames, like a giant statue, and gently touched the top of her head with his hand.
"Don't cry, I'm here to save you."
The hands were big and strong, covered with scars.
The burning fire, the broken neighborhoods, the taste of tears is bitter.
.........
"Xiaoyu, wake up, don't be afraid."
She opened her eyes again, and the face that appeared in front of her made her feel a little dazed, overlapping with her childhood memories.
That is her hero, no, it is already the hero of many people.
"Where's Wei Curcuma?"
She took a hard breath, and the first person she cared about was not herself.
"Wei Curcuma?"
"Save him quickly, he, he..."
"He saved everyone and he's dying!"
Gu Wen nodded solemnly. He could guess who this Wei Curcuma was, because he was the only one in the room who was injured so badly. Gu Wen did not tell Yu Zhiyu about the boy's current miserable situation, but just nodded and let him know. The other party is relieved.
"This boy is the soul overflow syndrome we are looking for. His name is Wei Curcuma."
Gu Wen came over holding Yu Zhiyu, who was covered in blood, and said this with a solemn expression.
Zhenjun remained silent. He just glanced at the basketball stand, which weighed one or two tons. The behemoth flew up and fell to the side silently, revealing the corpse underneath.
They arrived too late, and the anomaly that caused all this seemed to have been killed.
"..."
The white-haired man in a suit squatted down and stared at the abnormal corpse from close range.
It was hit in the head by the basketball stand, which weighed more than a ton. In fact, maybe because it was afraid that it would not be fatal with one hit, it was hit directly in the head by the sharp corner of the counterweight under the basketball stand, and its limbs and chest were all damaged. There are twisted steel bars running through it.
The young man's control of the fighter plane, his tyrannical strength, and his ferocity were all vividly demonstrated.
"This is an evil god."
Zhenjun stood up and looked at the corpse in the pit with a complicated expression. It had been dead for so long and still showed no signs of disappearing. This was completely different from most abnormalities.
"Evil God?!"
"impossible."
The two people, who had never made any mistakes before, denied it in unison.
"How many years has it been since an evil god appeared?"
"After that incident, the latest thing is..."
Gu Wen frowned.
"Thirteen years ago."
Zhenjun answered without thinking, maybe it was a long time ago to the two young delinquents, but to him it was just yesterday.
He gently rotated his fingers towards the stadium behind him, and an equally huge basketball stand flew towards him rapidly, with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, but in an instant it went from extremely fast to still, and tons of steel were in his hands. Like a toy.
The metal that made up the basketball hoop began to disintegrate rapidly, and was quickly reorganized in the dust under the high lights, turning into a slender green long sword. It had no hilt but only a blade. It was completely a semi-finished product.
All this happened in just one breath. Zhenjun gestured with his sword finger. The slender sword blade, which was reforged from half a ton of steel, carried an unparalleled killing golden aura downwards. It was real. It slashed on the black body, but only left a trace that was not deep, and a metal whine.
The slender sword blade, which was reforged from steel, had unimaginable sharpness, density and hardness. It screamed at this moment, clearly leaving a large gap, and only a shallow mark was left on the lifeless body.
This was Zhenjun Jinfeng's sword. Even if the sword was just forged on the spot, it did not leave enough damage, which is enough to explain the problem.
"The evil god is undoubtedly..."
"But there is no trace of law."
Xuan Qing on the side became rarely serious. He gently twirled his fingertips, as if he was catching the residual fluctuations of the soul nearby. He was born in a Taoist sect and his methods were complex and rich.
"Because this is a newborn evil god, like a newborn baby whose umbilical cord has been cut. It is an embryo that cannot even crawl. It has not even taken its first breath, so naturally it has no [method]."
"Then the barrier we broke... was its delivery room?"
"...."
Zhenjun did not reply, frowning and looking at the broken dome.
"But, Zhenjun, as far as I know, there has been no precedent for the birth of an evil god in the past two thousand years. The only record of a suspected evil god was during the Shang and Zhou dynasties..."
It was still the Bronze Age at that time, and it was most likely just a false rumor.
"Then this would be the first case."
Zhenjun answered categorically. He repeatedly tapped the center of his eyebrows with his index finger, as if he was thinking and restoring the true appearance of all these events.
"The evil god...an evil god who didn't know the reason for his birth used the gymnasium of this high school as the delivery room and gave birth to a cocoon-like 'barrier'..."
The white-haired man in a suit with a stern face continued to point his index finger between his eyebrows and said thoughtfully.
"This is a self-protection mechanism... Did you find anything wrong?"
"You mean this unusual rain?"
Gu Wen glanced out the window and saw that the rain had not stopped yet.
"Yes, if it is an evil god, it is not impossible that the weather will change when he is born... In fact, it is the rain that blocks most people from sensing the abnormality here, which makes us late. After so long...this may not be a self-protection mechanism."
Zhenjun walked off the stage and walked slowly from the audience to the stage, as if looking for a certain feeling.
If Wei Curcuma was sober, he would find that his footsteps at this moment were exactly the same as those of the slender evil god at that time.
"...The newborn evil god is full of curiosity about everything, and it is observing...If nothing unexpected happens, it will enter the mature stage in a few hours and be linked to the world. In the root, accept the authority it should have, and return to his own divine position, because it is these that gave birth to him...
"Just like a newborn baby crying for the first time, it will be a disaster. I am afraid that the entire city will erupt in abnormal disasters as he cries."
"The perfect evil god was born and descended in Ye Yu's womb, but Ye Yu blocked everyone's perception of this place, missing its most vulnerable moment, and then it became a huge disaster, as it should have been."
Zhenjun murmured to himself, turned around, drooped his arms slightly, and stood perfectly in the position where the evil god had been when he was alive.
"It didn't immediately start crying for the first time...Why? Did something interrupt it?"
"Are you trying to say that it was this lawless young man who interrupted the Evil God's rebirth?"
Gu Wen glanced at the young man who was lying on the ground supported by Xuan Qing. He was using the complicated [Dharma] of Wei Curcuma to desperately extend his life. Although he wanted to help, he knew that going there would only cause trouble, so he could only squint slightly. Eyes opened.
"As far as the result is concerned, before the newborn evil god had time to take his first breath, he was killed by people without [Dharma] within the barrier that gave birth to him."
"Isn't this great? Someone who is destined to be his destiny."
Xuan Qing was very open-minded, shrugged and praised Wei Curcuma.
"I admire this young man's control of the fighter plane, his tyrannical strength, and his ferocity. He should be sent to emergency treatment as soon as possible."
Gu Wen suggested.
"But his flesh and blood are mixed with this newly born evil god, which means that he is equal to an abnormality at this moment."
The handsome face of Zhenjun was expressionless under his white hair. He stood with his hands behind his back, his back facing the two deviant suppressors. No one could see his expression clearly, only his stern profile under the white hair could be seen.
"Gu Wen, Xuan Qing, although you are the leaders of the younger generation, you have never seen evil gods. Their flesh and blood will corrode all living creatures, and any living creature will be transformed into abnormality by them. This is the meaning of the word 'god'. Weight and essence.”
"Three Iron Rules: Any abnormality shall be punished."
