"God, if you have spirits in heaven, please save this world, please save this world!"
——
Many people were wailing, some were in pain, some were sad, some were desperate, and some were hopeful.
What happened to this world……
Jiang Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was actually in a sea of fire!
Looking at these dilapidated buildings, the smoke from the fire filled the streets, and the tongues of fire were devouring everything unbridled, wailing everywhere.
Jiang Qingyu was walking in the middle of the road. The air waves generated when some buildings fell down came from time to time. His feet stopped uncontrollably in front of a restaurant.
On top of a high-rise building, a half-burned plaque was crumbling. Below it was a crying child. He was kneeling at the foot of the steps. In front of him lay a man who was about five points similar to him, but was severely burned and had no breath. woman.
"Mother, mother!"
The cries of grief seemed like an invisible hand was tugging at his heart. Jiang Qing Yu covered her heart in confusion, tears falling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
The consciousness is a little blurry.
Why am I here?
This was the question Jiang Qingyu was standing on. The pain in her heart made her lose her sanity.
Seeing that the charred plaque was about to fall on the child's head, she swooped over, but passed right through the child's body. She could only watch helplessly as the child was pinned down by the plaque without even struggling.
A creature just passed before my eyes.
Jiang Qingyu's hands trembled. She seemed to see the tragic situation under the plaque and wanted to uncover it, but her fingers penetrated the plaque again.
There was nothing she could do but look at the devastation of this once bustling street.
Tragedies like this seem to happen all the time.
"Brother Li, why did you just go like this! Cough cough cough cough... How can I, an old man like me, be worth saving my life!"
"Nanny! My mother is such a good girl..."
"Song Lang! Song Lang! How can I live without you!"
The scene suddenly changes.
…
A turbid river, with mountains of dead things piled up on the surface, and a stench filling the sky. Dots of lanterns floated and swirled on the water.
The willow trees by the river are withered and yellow, showing signs of decay.
Jiang Qingyu stood on the yellow mud road, with patchwork tents set up on both sides. Each tent could accommodate five or six people, with their heads touching their feet and their feet touching their heads.
There were emaciated bodies that could not be covered by rags and linen clothes. There were adults and children.
Without exception, they all had blisters on their faces, more or less, presumably depending on the severity of the disease.
Wails were everywhere, and there were heavy breathing sounds everywhere.
Around the tent, an old man with a white beard covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and sat in front of a large iron pot. Half of the medicine in the pot was boiled into black juice, which was bubbling.
When he saw that it was almost done, he took a stack of sea bowls, filled them in batches, and several young people carried them to feed the people lying in the tent.
There was a smoking pot of half-dry and half-wet live mugwort in front of each tent. After finishing the medicine, the white-bearded grandfather immediately took a cloth bag full of realgar and sprinkled it everywhere.
The sound of tinkling came from the tent not far away.
Jiang Qingyu followed the old grandfather.
He was a middle-aged man, and those disgusting blisters had spread all over his face, neck, body, and limbs.
He breathed in big gulps of air, as if there was thick phlegm stuck in his throat, and he made a "whooshing" sound with every breath.
The middle-aged man stared at a pair of slightly bulging eyes with shrunken pupils, so the whites of his eyes took up more than half of his eyes. The red blood streaks on the whites of his eyes made both eyes look red, as if he had pinkeye.
He still raised one hand high in the air. The sea bowl on the ground had been broken into porcelain pieces. The young people beside him silently picked up the debris to prevent it from hurting others.
Jiang Qingyu saw regret, anger, and despair in the middle-aged man's eyes, which were too complicated.
There is a stink in the air. It is because these sick people cannot be treated and their excrement cannot be changed in time.
The white-bearded old man came over and saw these conditions. He sighed and didn't blame anyone. He just said to the middle-aged man: "I asked Xiaobao and his mother to collect medicine in the woods in front, just for Will they hold on for a little longer?"
The middle-aged man's raised hand retracted instantly as if it were hot, and tears flowed down his face.
"Grandpa Lin! Ah Da, Ah Da also has chickenpox on his face!"
After hearing this, the old man with white beard limped out quickly.
Only then did Jiang Qingyu notice that the only doctor in the village was not only old, but also disabled.
His right leg was empty under the ankle, and a wooden board was fixed there. He relied on this board to walk and maintain balance.
War has always brought not only raging fires, but also silent plagues.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Jiang Qingyu walked to the river and stopped in front of a lotus lamp that had not been put out. Through the weak candlelight, she saw that the hemp paper was not very neat, with childish handwriting everywhere:
I hope that the epidemic will end soon, that my father and mother can recover soon, and that there will be no more suffering in the world.
…
"Kill--!"
"Cut off the demon's head!"
"Come on!"
When Jiang Qing turned around, the diseased village had turned into a battlefield full of smoke.
Demons with green faces, fangs, and black aura are attacking the city.
A demon with a feminine appearance and a pair of magic horns on his head was riding on the neck of a giant monster, playing with a bone whistle in his hand.
The bone whistle in his hand commanded thousands of troops, and the thousands of demons present, except for the orders of the demon god, all obeyed his orders and became demon generals.
The gray-white skin, exposed veins, and those charming violet eyes told Jiang Qingyu all the time that this guy was a succubus, one of the twelve demon generals.
Most of the people in this city seemed to be ordinary people.
Jiang Qing Yuyou walked on the battlefield, purple blood and bright red blood spilled on the ground. From anger to numbness, she couldn't do anything.
Watching these ordinary soldiers pick up their weapons in order to protect their families and the city, they vowed to defend their home and country to the death.
The sky was dripping with blood, the sky was dark, and blood was the only light.
The human race's desperate resistance and life-for-life style seemed to anger the leader.
The whistle blows——
"Conquer the city and plunder the territory, starting from this city!"
A loud cry and all demons responded.
Following the succubus' instructions, more and more demons crawled out of the corners, as well as endless monsters.
More and more soldiers fell. As the demons invaded, they climbed the rocks flexibly, scaled the towering city walls, and dominated the city.
Outside the city is a battlefield, and so is the battlefield inside the city.
In the chaos, a woman stumbled among the crowd: "Yu'er, where are you? Yu'er!"
Ten meters away, a little girl with two braids fell down in front of a terrifying-looking demon, with a look of fear on her face and an earth-shattering cry.
(End of chapter)
