Next, let’s talk about the outside world these days.
Let me briefly summarize it first: the outside world is in chaos!
Wen Miao is very powerful. She has almost clearly seen the essence of the Holy Demon Disease, but looking at the current troubled times, I feel that this is not a good thing.
There are not many cultivators who are sick, and there are even more wealthy ones. In order to survive, they lose their spiritual energy and are taken care of by their descendants or disciples, hoping that one day a doctor will completely cure the holy demon disease.
They survived, but what was dispersed was the diseased aura after all, and this aura would never disappear for no reason.
Therefore, the Holy Demon Disease has spread more and more these days.
The more it spreads, the more people will lose their aura to save their lives; the more people will lose their diseased aura, the more the holy demon disease will spread.
Vicious cycle!
When natural disasters come, man-made disasters often follow.
The Holy Demon Disease spread step by step, and more and more people were infected. In just a few days, 90% of the 30 million people in Youzhou Territory were infected.
As for this city, which is the source, the Holy Demon Disease is even more severe. When I deliberately went to investigate, there were only seventy-three people in the city who were not infected with the disease.
By this time, because so many people were infected, getting sick became a "normal" phenomenon. In this way, those who are not infected naturally become "abnormal" people.
I don’t know when, a voice gradually appeared in the city.
This plague and this illness are all revelations from the gods and the wrath of the gods.
It is a disaster sent by the gods to punish people who inadvertently violate taboos.
So what should be done to appease the anger of the gods?
It's very simple. If you do something wrong, you will naturally be punished!
If we recognize our mistakes and can correct them, God will definitely forgive us!
If we recognize our mistakes, correct them, and sincerely repent, God will forgive us. Then we, we should now...
Those evildoers who refuse to admit their mistakes, blaspheme God, and disregard the lives of others should be killed!
In order to show our sincerity to the gods and in order to save all people in the world, we must: clean up the evil thieves and calm down the wrath of gods!
"Put away the evil thieves and calm down the wrath of God!"
"Put away the evil thieves and calm down the wrath of God!"
"Put away the evil thieves and calm down the wrath of God!"
People gathered together and set off in a mighty manner.
Their faces were full of joy, they chanted slogans, their eyes flashed with the light of justice, they raised their swords and slaughtered their own people!
"I cut it, I cut it!" An adult man in his twenties cut off an innocent child's little finger with a knife. He was so excited that his face turned red and he danced!
I accepted the divine punishment, I punished the wicked, and the gods will forgive me!
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me step on him. If I don't chop him, let me step on him too!" A man wearing a Confucian robe and dressed as a scholar pushed the people around him and shouted with a red face. .
"Why are you squeezing behind me? I haven't hit you yet!" A man yelled loudly and punched the boy hard in the eye.
"Let me go too. I will do justice for God and punish this evil person on behalf of God!" At the end of the crowd, an old man screamed excitedly. While pushing, he picked up stones on the ground and threw them into the center of the crowd.
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I watched the world laugh, watched the world push, watched the world go crazy, and watched this hell on earth.
Jealousy changes people beyond recognition!
No one knows if this is useful, no one knows if this is right.
Everyone knows this is useless, everyone knows this is wrong!
But we are all sick, so why can he be immune?
Yes, why!
This alone is enough.
Who keeps you from getting sick, and who keeps you protecting yourself so well!
You deserve to be beaten, you deserve to be killed, and if you haven’t gotten sick yet, then you deserve to die!
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went back to find Li Wenshu. I shook his shoulders excitedly, "Is there really no way to cure the holy demon disease?"
He narrowed his eyes, with a slight disgust in his expression, and asked lightly: "How many people are there in the entire Daxia?"
What does he mean?
"Five, five hundred million people."
"That's not enough." He smiled brightly and continued: "Ninety million is not enough compared to 500 million."
Then he came over to hug me again and put a hand on my shoulder, "Okay, don't talk about things we can't help with. Come tell me, how are Wenchi Wenqing Literary Industry these days?"
Wen Ye was the one who seriously injured him when he just crossed over.
Wenchi Wenqing was the culprit who captured him back to the Wen family, caused him to be imprisoned in the Wen family, and caused him to be subjected to various experiments.
I pushed him away gently, suddenly not wanting to talk to him.
"One died of the disease, one was infected, and the other was not infected and was withdrawn from the Wen family to ward off the wrath of all living beings."
I left that sea of consciousness.
A few days later, I saw another scene of hell.
If what I saw before was the first level of hell, then what appeared in front of me now was the "eighteenth level of hell".
Things started like this. A cultivator established a family and became the head of the family. Later he became ill and his aura was taken care of by his family.
But one day, when all the money in the family was used for medical treatment and they were so poor that they could hardly afford to eat, a tribesman suddenly had this idea: Why should we spend all our wealth for a useless person?
Soon, this will swept through the entire family...
The holy demon's disease is very serious, what should I say? Equality, yes, equality!
When it does not come, cultivators are cultivators and ordinary people are ordinary people.
Cultivators are so high above others that ordinary people's lives are like grass!
Mortals are unwilling to accept it. But without strength, so what if you are unwilling.
But as the holy demon disease became more and more severe, people finally discovered something belatedly.
We still have no power, but those who have power have also lost their power!
Now everyone is the same!
You bullied me before, look at the beating!
You robbed my wife before, kill her!
Did you look down on me before? Punch me!
It seems that I asked you to borrow money before but you didn't give it? Now let’s see who is the best!
…
When the Holy Demon Disease comes, a dark cloud hangs over everyone's heart; despair is shrouded, and everyone hopes to vent their emotions.
Since the disease can no longer be cured, why not make yourself more comfortable?
There is nothing wrong with dying after you have indulged yourself to the fullest, and then dying without any regrets!
To die under the peonies, even to be a ghost is romantic!
Being drunk with wine and meat, you can become a ghost!
Having sat on the throne of the city leader, even being a ghost is cool!
Chaos began: burning, killing, looting, looting!
Everywhere you look, there is a sea of fire; wherever you step, everything is scarlet!
After walking through one place after another and seeing all the hells, I suddenly felt my head was swollen and the pain in my head was severe.
who I am?
where am I?
What should I do?
Wen Shi, I really want to cry, can you hug me?
Where are you? where am I? Why can't I enter your dream?
Feeling so tired, is this reality? Or a dream?
…………
Wen Shi and Wen Miao are very good friends. They grew up together and love each other as sisters, talking about everything.
She was very talented in writing and poetry. She took the first step to become a cultivator. Soon, she took the first step to become an elder.
The Wen family has a big business and the elders have many affairs. In this way, the number of meetings between the two gradually became less and less. Even if they meet, Wen Shi will leave in a hurry without chatting for a few words because there are still things to deal with.
In this way, Wen Shi has been an elder for seven years. She has stepped from the twelfth elder to the third elder now.
This year, Wen Miao also became an elder. She is also the twelfth elder, just like she was back then.
The two met again, and then Wen Shi realized that they had not seen each other for three years.
Realizing this, she suddenly felt guilty.
It has been so long since I last met this good friend. I don’t even know when she cultivated herself as a god, or when her medical skills became so superb.
The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt. The more guilty I feel, the less I dare to see her.
In this way, the relationship between the two gradually became estranged. Even if we met later, it would be "business matters" and there would be no unnecessary conversation.
They are both cultivators, their lives are still long, and they will reconcile one day.
Wen Shi thinks so.
Then that day, Wen Miao died.
She hasn't reconciled with her yet, she hasn't told her what's on her mind.
Why, why did she leave like that!
Wen Shi burst into tears. She hated herself for not having the courage, she hated herself for being addicted to practice, and she hated herself for not spending more time with her friend after taking away the research materials.
The son wants to take care of him, but he doesn't want to be loved.
Although Wen Miao was not Wen Shi's elder, Wen Shi had a similar feeling in his heart.
When they are still alive, people will always naively think that they still have a lot of time, and the people they care about also have a lot of time.
But no one knows that death is sudden.
It will not give you an early warning, it will only gently stick to your ear when it comes, telling you: You are late!
But luckily, I'm still here.
After spending five nights, I finally talked through Wen Shi and allowed her to completely come out of her sadness. Then……
Then I was driven out of her dreamland by a mysterious and huge force, and I could no longer enter.
At that time I saw the heaven and earth shaking, and a sound echoed into my ears along with the shaking of the sky and the earth.
It was a long sigh, showing the helplessness of hating iron for not being able to become steel.
The voice said:
【waste】
