Song Yin originally thought it was strange.
From his perspective, the lake water is somewhere between ghosts and monsters. It has the aura of both, but neither the components of demons nor the components of ghosts have reached a critical point. Although there is resentment, the resentment is not It was generated by the lake itself, but something was forced on it, which looked very strange.
But no matter what, the lake water must have changed.
"Protect?"
A thin man with a sallow face stood out from the crowd, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled: "How to protect?! My mother, my wife, my children! They all entered the lake, how can it be said to be protected!"
"I'm just waiting for the lake to call me and then die! If it's really protection, why don't you let us go! It's obviously water that can harm people, it's something that can harm people!!"
"Damn it, why are you talking to my senior brother!"
Wang Qi was breathing heavily and stared at the man.
"What? You can still kill me?! I can't die, and neither can you! In the end, everyone will be the same!" the man said without any fear.
Wang Qizheng glared and clenched his fists and was about to step forward, but Song Yin shook his head and waved his hand to stop Wang Qizheng's steps.
"You were meant to die."
Song Yin said in a deep voice: "It's just a lake, not a person. It's not so much about protecting you as it is about protecting itself, and you are just a part of it. For it, it needs to recycle the life here and ensure its own survival." , is the most critical thing.”
"This grass, this tree, this land's creatures, this land's life, as long as it relies on it, will be 'protected' by it, and finally be taken into the water, because the lake needs to survive itself, in order to resist The kind of seed that can take away life will only act according to instinct."
"So, are we hopeless?" the village chief asked.
Song Yin raised his hand, and a ball of white fire appeared in his hand. At the same time, a wisp of yellow wind also appeared from his sleeve.
"I have two methods. One is the great fire, which can restrain all laws. The other is the yellow wind, which can destroy lives and can also create bones and flesh. But it is useless to you."
"If at the beginning, I could save you. But now it has been several years, and it will be several years if you wait without eating or drinking. If you are a Qi Refiner, I still have a way. But you are only a mortal, and once I Once you start refining, your years will accelerate directly. Over three years, your body will not be able to bear the needs of the past three years, and you will die directly."
The village chief stared blankly at the direction of the lake and murmured: "It's just because we planted the seeds."
"Yes, just because of this, I'm sorry, the purpose of our Golden Immortal Sect is to save the world and save people, but now, I can't save you either."
Anger appeared in Song Yin's eyes, and the flame in his hand increased by three points, "But I won't let go of those evil ways!"
"Then let me wait and stay here." The village chief sighed: "Daxian, don't worry about what I'm waiting for. Let's take Dr. Lingdang away."
Song Yin was silent at this time, standing there without speaking for a long time.
Wang Qizheng thought it was his senior brother who couldn't bear it, so he advised: "Brother, just take the bell and leave. If you can't control it, how can you control it?"
Zhang Feixuan, who was behind, stared blankly, suddenly thought of something, walked over and said, "Brother, do you want the lake water?"
"Um."
Song Yin closed his eyes, nodded and said: "Only by refining the lake can this land lose its protection, but once it is refined."
Needless to say what follows, everyone understands it.
Without the lake water, the years of these people will be lifted, and Song Yin has no way to save the people here.
The great fire can refine everything, but it can't make people full.
Although the yellow wind can grow bones and flesh, it cannot withstand the erosion of time.
Because they are just mortals
"I'm sorry, I'm only in the Qi Refining stage and don't have the magical ability to reverse the long river of time." Song Yin said.
The village chief looked at the dazed child held by Song Yin, shook his head, and said: "The Great Immortal doesn't have to blame himself. This matter has nothing to do with the Great Immortal. Instead, the Great Immortal is quick to speak. At this time, even if he is trying to trick us, OK."
"Jinxian Sect members, don't do anything to deceive me, I will not hide my purpose and behavior!"
Song Yin said seriously: "My junior sister is also trapped here, but she can survive, so I have to save her. I also want to save you, but I really have no choice."
"clear."
The village chief nodded and said, "So this time, I will definitely die, right?"
"Yes, no matter how hard you try to stop me, I will definitely save people. If we delay for a while, I won't even be able to save my junior sister," Song Yin said.
The village chief looked at the people in the village and said, "What do you think?"
"Enough life anyway!"
The thin man with a sallow face looked at Song Yin: "You said, you want to kill the evildoer who gave us the seeds?"
"Must kill!"
"Okay, I believe you once. If you don't kill him, I will haunt you like a ghost!" The man gritted his teeth.
"Fuck you."
Wang Qi was about to curse, but when he looked into the man's eyes, he was so abrupt that he couldn't speak.
"I'm going to die. Forget it, it's almost time. It's time. My husband, my mother, and my children are all gone. It's my turn."
"That's almost it. I also feel like I'm about to be summoned. After all, if I hold on for so long, I will die sooner or later. I might as well change my life."
"Do I have incense? Can you burn paper for me if you die?"
A group of people were talking about it, but the core idea was clear.
They are willing to die!
"This great immortal."
The village chief cupped his hands and said: "After I die, can I erect a monument here to tell all this and let people know my past, so that others will not fall into this situation. Of course, if there is a tomb, it would be best Okay, I won’t force you to worship during festivals and so on.”
Song Yin opened his eyes, looked at the group of people who began to look calm, and said slowly: "Yes."
"Thank you, Immortal."
The village chief took the lead in offering his hand, and the rest of the people bowed in unison.
"I was born here and grew up here. This lake treats us well, so it's okay. Everyone, just give this body to that lake."
The village chief was leaning on a cane and was about to take the dull-eyed child from Song Yin's hand, but when he pulled it, he didn't pull it.
"Great Immortal, let go. This child is going to die." The village chief said.
Song Yin's other hand was clenched tightly, and the back of his hand was full of veins. His face was extremely solemn, but in the end, he let go of his hand.
The village chief held his hand and led the people towards the lake.
Song Yin just followed them step by step, watching them arrive at the lake.
The lake was calm, with rugged waves, glowing under the sun. If it weren't for the drought around it, it would just look like an ordinary lake.
This group of people walked into the lake one by one, first their feet sank into the lake, then their calves, and then their thighs.
At this time, someone's shoulders were already loose and they were sobbing softly.
After all, it is death.
Not everyone can die calmly.
The village chief turned around and raised his hand to Song Yinyi again: "Great Immortal, don't forget the promise we made."
Song Yin closed his eyes and shed tears.
Their bodies were half submerged in the lake, as if they had melted. Their clothes fell off and floated on the lake, while the people had completely disappeared and merged with the lake.
Song Yin stood there in a daze, silent for a long time.
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng looked at each other, with neither sadness nor joy in their eyes.
This is how the world is.
I have seen too much of mortal death.
And there is nothing tragic about this way of death.
Gao Sishu, on the other hand, looked at Song Yin blankly, his eyes full of fluctuations.
Why shed tears for the death of a mortal?
Back then, more was taken for granted.
"Senior brother?"
Seeing Song Yin standing still, Zhang Feixuan said cautiously, "It's time to do something."
Song Yin opened his eyes, looked at the lake, and took a deep breath.
"We still have a long way to go!"
(End of chapter)
