Some people go to death in a hurry, while some people feel lost and do not know where to go.
The only remaining Jiutian monk above the void gradually turned red-eyed as he looked at the people below who were dying to prevent Su Mo from making a decision.
If Su Mo cannot disconnect the ninth day, the entire ninth day will eventually be annihilated by the red mist.
Everyone knows that those below who willingly die...are just leaving their hope to others.
They are all going to die, it makes no difference to them.
"Why is this happening..." A female disciple of the Dao Sect asked miserably with red eyes, looking at the people below who were dying generously with expressions of reluctance.
Dao Hua was silent, no longer as carefree and dandy as before. He just opened his mouth but no words came out.
An old monk from Wuliangyuan clasped his hands together and closed his eyes in pain, unable to bear to look directly at the people who were dying below.
"Amitabha......"
Some people looked at the people below who were willing to die and murmured: "Because they know that Su Mo can't kill them with his own hands..."
"They... are helping Su Mo make a choice."
"As they said, they hope that Su Mo will feel at ease and that the world... will be peaceful."
The entire people on the edge of the Nine Heavens Red Mist seemed to understand something under the leadership of someone.
They knew how heavy the thought in their white-clothed Human Emperor's heart was to carry...
They also know that this is the only way now, so what if they don't want to die?
If you can live, who doesn't want to live?
It's just that the way of heaven... seems to always be forcing him and the people of this world.
They wanted to risk their own lives to let Su Mo make a decision.
It also allowed Su Mo to alleviate the feeling of guilt in his heart after breaking the sky, even just a little bit...
The old fruit farmer lowered his head and looked at the half-bitten sour fruit, and then looked at the dull white clothes above the void. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was the fruit that was more sour, or the heart of the white man above the void who was more sour.
"Maybe it's all astringent." The old fruit farmer shook his head and took another bite of the green fruit in his hand.
The old fruit farmer gently put down the sour fruit in his hand, walked slowly into the orchard with his back on his back, sat against a fruit tree, picked up the insecticide from the side and drank it in one gulp.
In a daze, the old fruit farmer looked at the tree full of fruits, and finally had a glimmer of understanding in his reluctant eyes.
He would not part with the carefully cultivated fruit trees in the garden, just like the white-clad people would not part with the world.
"It turns out that we are all his attachments..."
Bai Yi could not do anything to kill them with his own hands, just as he could not do anything to destroy the fruit trees in the garden one day.
"So...his heart is bitter than the fruit." The old fruit farmer looked up at Su Mo and passed away in a deep voice.
"May my emperor be at peace and may the world be at peace..."
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The teacher of the school looked at the scared and worried disciples in the school. He opened the book but still couldn't read any poems.
How he hopes that these students in the school can live well...
To educate heaven and earth...
However, it has now reached its end.
"Go home..." The gentleman seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and he waved his hand gently. ŴŴŴ.BiQuGe.Biz
The students looked at the late gentleman with reluctance in their eyes.
They read poetry and books, know etiquette, and under the guidance of their husbands, they know... what is the righteousness of the world.
No one got up, no one left.
The man in the sky hesitated, and where could they go?
Before the old gentleman could speak again, the students in the school all spoke in unison and read out the sage's sayings that the old gentleman had taught them.
"People with lofty ideals and benevolence,
Not seeking life harms benevolence,
It is necessary to sacrifice one's life to achieve benevolence..."
The voice was generous and sincere, with a hint of childishness and fear.
"My emperor is benevolent and righteous, students and others...are willing to share your worries for my emperor."
The old gentleman was trembling all over as he looked at the young faces in the hall, with tears in his eyes.
"May...my emperor be at peace." In the school, everyone shouted in unison, "May..."
"...Peace on earth!"
After a while, a raging fire was ignited in the school, and the red fire...
Like the beauty of the Nine Heavens, the character of a scholar...
...
On this day, at the edge of the nine-day red mist, thousands of people saw the heavy thoughts in Su Mo's heart.
Perhaps it was to prove something, or to say something to Su Mo...
Thousands of soul scents, with lingering attachment and calmness, flew towards Su Mo's body.
Feeling the united wish in the soul fragrance, Su Mo's eyes were dyed with a red glow.
Those words are all the vision of the world.
The sounds of thousands of people dying spread throughout the entire nine days, and everyone who was far away from the red mist stared blankly at the sky.
Those who voluntarily died in order to leave a chance of life for them. They did not know each other, but they were favored...
Someone took off his hat and slowly knelt down toward the horizon amid the red mist.
Someone took the children at home and bowed deeply in the direction of the loud voice.
"May the world be peaceful..."
...
In a remote part of the small town on the edge of the red mist, a desperado turned his head and looked at everything around him, remaining silent.
A tea table, a long knife, a pot of tea, and a cup are all he has.
There is nothing to be reluctant to part with. He has been lonely all his life and has no attachment to him.
He didn't understand why the Human Emperor didn't want to kill them. Killing people... seemed to be nothing interesting to him.
What's the difference between killing one person and killing many people?
Originally...he didn't know what justice was.
I just listened to the visions next to me and watched the people around me voluntarily die one by one. For some reason, he seemed to understand something in his heart, and there was something more in his heart...
He looked at his hands and seemed to see a lot of blood in them.
"I seem...to have done something wrong..." the desperado muttered to himself.
"I shouldn't be qualified to die with that fool."
The desperado turned his head and looked at the teapot beside him. With trembling hands, he slowly poured some of the tea out of the teapot and then sprinkled it on the ground.
In this way, he seemed to feel a little more comfortable...
Seeing others die generously, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.
What are you envious of? Do you envy them for dying like fools?
No, he envied the magnanimity of those fools.
"Then, let's be honest for a while."
The desperado smiled, threw the knife beside him on the ground, stepped on it, looked up to the sky and let out the loudest roar in his life.
"please..."
"...My Emperor Duantian!"
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