Xiaoluo hugged Qingmang and sat down on the ground, sitting next to Qi Mei, who was already scared and stupid.
Xiaoluo was lost and had no idea what he should do.
Qi Mei lowered her head and glanced carefully.
"Is this the goddess Qingmang?"
She muttered something under her breath. Xiaoluo ignored her, but she said quietly:
"It's a pity that she will die soon."
"die?"
Xiaoluo suddenly woke up. Because Master Hema said to him: "You must not let her die!"
The master's order and the real crisis forced her to wake up.
"How to do how to do?"
She's not a doctor, she's just a doctor's assistant.
“Her life was super strong, but it was passing quickly.
"no solution anymore."
Qi Mei leaned her head on the rock with some dejection, bowed, and looked at the terrifying battle between gods in the sky with fear.
The reflection of the firelight flickered in her eyes.
"No one can withstand the death curse of death, not even gods.
"This is the most lethal curse in the world."
"What should I do? Since you know so much, think of a way!"
"But she did it."
Qi Mei murmured softly.
"What did she do?"
"She took Homas's heart with her when she died."
Qi Mei continued to speak in a low voice, as if telling a romantic fairy tale.
"She died for Homa. She is also the only god willing to bear the death curse for mortals.
"No matter how many times He Ma is reincarnated in the future, he will only have this one woman in his heart."
"Nonsense!"
To Xiaoluo, these words meant that she was not allowed to pick up the pot. It was no different from pricking her forehead with a needle, which greatly irritated her.
"Who said that!
"Who said she was the only one!
“Hema is my man.
"She is at best an ex-wife!
"Why should she die as a substitute?"
Xiaoluo's eyes fell on the sickle that passed through Qingmang's chest.
Qingmang transferred the sickle from Meng Fei to himself with just one finger.
She doesn't have the ability, but she can pull it out.
Pull out this sickle. If someone has to die in your place, let me die in your place!
She reached out and grabbed the scythe. The sharp edge cut into her palm, but she didn't feel it at all.
Qi Mei glanced at her, shrank back, lowered her head and said:
"You are different from her. She is the most powerful god, and she may be able to support it for a while longer.
"You are only a mortal. If you forcibly transfer the death curse to yourself, you will die immediately.
"I won't even have a chance to say goodbye to him."
Xiaoluo turned a deaf ear and concentrated on holding the blade of the sickle and began to pull it out.
The sickle is inserted very tightly. It is like the mouthparts of a mosquito. It longs for the vitality of the green light like it longs for blood, and is not willing to be pulled out easily.
But it is just the embodiment of the death curse. Whether it can be pulled out has nothing to do with any physical factors, it purely depends on the contest of wills between the two parties.
When Meng Fei pulled out the sickle for himself, he was the one who died because he couldn't pull it out. It was just like stepping on himself to climb up. He couldn't pull it out no matter what.
When Qing Mang was attacked, if he wanted to pull the sickle out of Qing Mang's body, he would have to have a stronger will to die than Qing Mang.
As a mortal, his willpower can never be compared to that of God. Moreover, he sometimes uses the Time Spiral Reset as his trump card, and he doesn’t really want to die, so in this tug-of-war, he can’t beat Qingmang.
But Xiaoluo is different.
Her consciousness was already unusually strong, but Qingmang had been severely injured and was on the verge of death. Her consciousness became weak, and the balance of victory and defeat began to flip.
"Even if you can win that person's heart, what's the use if you die?"
Qi Mei asked as she continued to back away.
"I don't need to have it."
In this short period of time, Xiaoluo suddenly understood a lot of things, and she was no longer so excited.
“Without Lord Hema, I would have died seven years ago.
“I spent the best seven years with him.
"I'm very satisfied."
"Excuse me."
Seeing that she was able to pull it out with all her strength, Qi Mei stepped back and said.
"When you pull out that thing, it will spit out death air. If it sticks even a little bit, I will die. So I can only stay away."
She is already an undead. If you are contaminated with the death energy of the God of Death again, your soul will be devoured like those sacrifices.
"It doesn't matter, just stay away."
Xiaoluo said indifferently.
After walking ten steps away, Qi Mei continued to remind her:
"The death curse will be transferred to you the moment you pull it out.
"You cannot be reincarnated if you are directly hit by the death curse of the God of Death. You will return to the authority of the God of Death and become part of the death curse.
"He will also forget you, as if you have never existed in this world. You will never meet again."
Xiaoluo murmured to himself:
"Seven years ago, we didn't know each other.
"Thank you for the seven years you gave me.
“The reason I’m still alive is because I thought I could repay you.
“Since I can’t, then I will give you my life back.
“We don’t owe each other anything!”
She pulled out the death sickle stuck in Qingmang's body!
…
In the melee sky, a small ball of flame condensed into a human shape.
Suzaku, wearing a long flame dress, appeared in the chaotic night, looking at the battle with his arms folded.
She kept putting her thoughts into it. Even though her attacks were fierce, they couldn't match the timing and location of the master of her mind.
In the night sky, each incarnation of Death turned into an image wrapped in black robes and holding a sickle.
As for what was inside the black robe, he gave up all speculation. Whatever it is is whatever it is.
So whenever the hoods of these "gods of death" are blown up in the strong wind, what is revealed inside is nothingness.
Only the sickle is the embodiment of the death curse. The God of Death is no longer able to issue a complete death curse.
But even if each incarnation only carries a little bit of death energy, it is enough to kill a mortal immediately.
Countless such gods of death are like swarms of locusts in the night sky, forming countless rolling black clouds.
But these didn't have much impact on Suzaku. Her living body is flame, possessing the power of destruction more terrifying than death.
Before those "gods of death" could get close to her, they were destroyed by the flames and turned into chaotic particles, which were eventually released in the form of radiation.
The problem is that these radiations eventually fall within Death's mind and are part of its energy closed loop, and will not be directly consumed.
Therefore, even if those incarnations of the God of Death are burned out, they will be reborn immediately. It is true that wild fire cannot burn them out, and they will be reborn again when the spring breeze blows.
And the thought she put into it was really wasted. So what will be the final result if this continues?
Her mind was exhausted and she had to exit the realm of death. And death is still at large here.
If she were in reality, it would not be a problem to flatten the mountain of corpses with one palm.
But in that case, He Ma and Qing Mang, who were trapped in this realm of consciousness, would also be destroyed by her.
"Huh, you guys always give me problems!"
