"That's a lot to talk about, Susanoo." Izanami squinted and smiled, her long black hair crawling from the ground onto the warlock's shoulder, then digging into the warlock's wound and stirring it vigorously.

The warlock began to laugh again, and he couldn't breathe with laughter: "It's still ...... It's still the same as before, Izanami, it's not ...... There is no growth at all, no wonder you are locked up in Huangquan hahahaha! ”

Izanami's face contorted: "Shut up! You're going to get there! ”

"Lingering loser!"

The warlock laughed as if he was about to die: "You, the loser you are talking about is not me, he is already dead!" ”

Bishamen, who was standing between the two, was expressionless: "Do you perform cross talk?" If there's nothing I want to say, I'll do it. ”

The two fell silent.

Then the warlock looked up at Bishamon, "Then I'll tell you a little story." ”

"A man, he has a wife, a son and a daughter, and then his wife, son, and daughter are all dead hahahaha!"

The warlock began to laugh as if he couldn't stand it halfway through speaking, and then pounded the ground while laughing: "You say it's funny, it's not funny hahahaha!" ”

Then he stopped laughing abruptly and sat back with an expressionless face: "Just because the two gods are fighting." ”

"The reason is, they want to fight."

He raised his eyes to look at Bishamen, his eyes bloodshot: "Do you say it's funny?" ”

Bishamon looked at him: "I don't remember any wives and sons and daughters of Susanoo who were affected by the fight between the two gods. ”

"Didn't I say that earlier?" The warlock grinned, baring Bai Sensen's teeth, "I'm not that loser. ”

"I'm just a normal human."

"That's right," Izanami sneered, "Susanoo is long dead, and you're nothing but a despicable human in the skin of a god." ”

"Despicable?" The warlock repeated softly, "Am I despicable? ”

Then he raised his voice, and although he sat on the ground, Bishamen felt that he was looking down on him: "There is nothing in this world more vile, more arrogant, more disgusting than the gods. ”

"Where do the gods come from?"

"It's the prayer of mankind!"

"Why can the gods be unscrupulous?"

"It's human-permissible!"

"I'm just one of the countless humans who have died directly or indirectly at the hands of the gods, but I'm lucky enough to occupy this soulless body in the Yellow Spring, so Izanami let it go back to make some trouble for the sky."

"What about more humans? can only die in vain! ”

"I can't speak out, I can't beg for mercy, I can't vent my anger, I can't resist, I don't even know who and why he died!"

"Gods kill people, just like humans trample ants to death!"

"Whether they are robbed or trampled on, human beings endure in silence!"

"But I can't forgive!"

"Whether it's a god or not...... Or the idiots who allowed this to happen! ”

"O gods who have been spoiled by masochistic humans......" The warlock glared at Bishamon with bloodshot eyes, "I've had enough of being caught up in your self-righteousness!" ”

"I will never forgive you!"

Qiqi smiled: "If the heavens suddenly take away their beloved things, they will naturally want to take revenge, I do understand this guy's psychology a little." ”

Bishamen was silent, no matter what the warlock said or what he suffered, she would not forgive him.

Because the waiter who died to protect her, and Ebisu, who was used by him to help people's wishes, is such a vivid and intense life.

So she tightened the long knife in her hand.

"I see, the catastrophic warlock, who is so troublesome, is just a human." A voice came from the dark cavern, "And it's a human who occupies Susanoo's body." ”

Several people looked up.

With long hair reaching to the ground, he obviously looks like a child, but just by looking at it, he feels full of divinity and seems to exude a bright light.

"Amaterasu......" The warlock muttered with his pupils narrowing.

Several people trembled in their hearts.

Izanami looked at Amaterasu in surprise and smiled, "Although I opened the gate of the Yellow Spring, I didn't expect you to dare to come in person." ”

Amaterasu smiled slightly, and there was no condensed look in his bright eyes: "If it was the Yellow Spring in the past, I would definitely not dare to enter it in person, but now there is only a cave-like Yellow Spring left, why don't I dare to enter?" ”

Izanami blushed and didn't speak.

"Izanami, Susanoo......" Amaterasu read with some emotion: "The remnants of the defeat in the war of the gods, why can't they die as completely as Tsukiyomi?" ”

"Of course that's because," the warlock said with some sarcasm, "both the great Izanagi and Amaterasu use the Land of Roots as a garbage dump." ”

"Countless gods have been thrown in the garbage, but you still want to shine here with light?"

"Really?" Amaterasu nodded noncommittally: "Because Huangquan is irreplaceable, it gives you a chance to survive." ”

"But," Amaterasu said, "I'm actually quite curious about what you said. ”

He looked at Bishamon, "There are actually two humans here, right?" ”

"I'd like to hear what they think."

Bishamen hesitated: "Go, weigh the instruments, the seven instruments." ”

Wang Heng appeared in front of everyone with Qi.

Amaterasu looked at Seven: "Burial vessel, you once returned from the Yellow Spring, what kind of relationship do you think is between the gods and humans?" ”

"What kind of relationship?" Seven sneered: "What else can the relationship between the killer and the slain?" ”

"If I had the chance, what I would most like to cut off would be your head!"

Amaterasu nodded: "When you subdue the Wild Vomit God, it seems that Tenya has killed a lot of your people, and you are indeed qualified to think so." ”

Then he looked at Wang Heng: "So, what about you?" ”

Wang Heng was silent for a moment, and then replied, "I can understand the warlock's thoughts, but I think he is a fool even more. ”

The warlock scoffed.

Wang Heng glanced at him with an indifferent expression: "Human beings are not things that can be trampled to death with one foot like ants, but like weeds. ”

"Whether it is blown down by the wind, burned by fire, or trampled by someone, it will only grow again and stand up again."

"And you're just wearing a skin for the good of mankind, and you're taking revenge for yourself."

"Revenge itself is a matter of course."

"But if you really have the consciousness to bear the fate of mankind," Wang Heng looked down at him condescendingly, "It won't be like a child playing at home, thinking only about how to sow discord and kill two gods all day long." ”

"You're nothing more than a high-sounding avenger." Wang Heng made a conclusion.

Then he continued: "But I also believe that at all times, only man can save himself. ”

"Pinning your hopes on the gods is just deceiving yourself." A hint of mockery flashed in Wang Heng's eyes: "Ironically, some gods are also blinded by human deception. ”

"Maybe humanity hasn't discovered it yet, but they will understand it one day."

Wang Heng said word by word:

"God's generation, it will come to an end!"