If she had a choice, Song Qingyi would rather not appear outside the epidemic area on this day, because the next scene she saw was too tragic, and she was forced to witness it with her own eyes and became a witness to Li Yunyi's cruelty and tyranny#politics.

The supreme commander was direct and decisive, and ordered people to dig a big hole deep in the epidemic area, which was amazingly efficient enough to accommodate all the people in the epidemic area, and without a quarter of an hour's delay, he heard the sound of driving and inexplicable inquiry.

Song Qingyi seemed to have experienced everything herself, even if she was on the scene, she was still powerless.

During this period, those silent patients were pushed into the pit, and they could not even say no, and those who could speak out and tried to resist were powerless to resist force, and the powerful repression made the powerless people unable to pass even a move.

The crying of children, the pleading of old people, and even the incessant yelling of young people all became dying in the end, and finally died down.

If it is buried alive and carried out silently for the time being, at least Song Qingyi will not feel the tragedy in the epidemic area more realistically like a nightmare.

After a while, in Song Qingyi's eyes, she saw the fire that filled the sky, covered the entire epidemic area with dust, and the roar turned into a plea, pouring into her ears in pieces, she wanted to help those innocent people, and wanted to stretch out her hand.

But Song Qingyi only had one pair of hands, and there was no way to change reality, she witnessed the terrible red color in front of her eyes in front of her for a long time in the sky, and smelled the smell of burnt skin and flesh in the air, and even made people sick.

"Are you not afraid of God's damnation?" Song Qingyi felt that she couldn't make a sound in her throat anymore, and she kept shouting to those soldiers to save innocent people, hoping to get a helping hand from someone who still had a conscience.

But the truth is cruel, and no one has helped from beginning to end.

"Save the kid! His life hasn't even begun! Song Qingyi begged the soldier who bound her again.

But no one answered, there was a long silence, and even silently accepting everything that happened in front of him, Song Qingyi finally heard a muttered reply.

"The diseases on those people are contagious, and if they don't come out, they won't infect others, and they won't let more people lose their lives and sacrifice them, which can be regarded as accumulating virtue for others."

Song Qingyi's heart was heavy, she wanted to ask, "Should those who are infected be burned alive?" ”

But no one would listen to her words anymore, no one would care what she thought, tears drenched her cheeks, her sight.

When Song Qingyi turned his gaze and wanted to plead with Li Yunyi again, he found that the emperor and empress had long since disappeared, "Aren't these people your subjects?" Such madness, such ruthlessness, sooner or later he will be retributed. ”

Song Qingyi complained in her heart, unconsciously, the turbid perception was finally completely lost, and she had lost consciousness and fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, I came to the Taobao space again, where the lights were as brilliant as ever, but there was no scarlet blood, everything was bright and warm.

"Huh! Bad woman, as if you're in a bad mood! The elf came to Song Qingyi, staring at her with big eyes, and said it even after a half-loud mouth.

"Since you're in a bad mood, I won't complain about your messy hair and lack of bright eyes." Lazy people listen to books

Song Qingyi's heart was full of sadness, and she didn't care about refuting the elf's point of view, she couldn't calm down, even if the food was in front of her, there was no way to make her happy.

"The peas you want will come out right away! Doesn't that make you happy? The elf reminded that seeing Song Qingyi's bitter face, he deliberately pointed to the location where the peas were about to fall above the space.

"But I didn't do good deeds, why did peas appear?" Song Qingyi couldn't figure it out.

Just as she stretched out her hand, a round bead the size of a bean had already fallen in her palm, this time the harvest was not small, the peas could allow her to open up space to obtain energy, but at this moment, thinking that the peas she got were exchanged for other people's lives, Song Qingyi's mood sank to the bottom of the sea again.

"Actually, although you didn't really do justice for those people and save their lives, but because of your actions, everyone around you felt the power of justice." The elf explained very seriously, so it accepted the landing of the pea and gave Song Qingyi a chance.

Suddenly, another silk-cloth-like object appeared in Song Qingyi's sight, and she could easily reach out and grab it.

"This is the Book of Transcendence, you take it back, give it to those undead, I hope they can live in peace, drink Meng Po soup when they pass through the bridge of life, and don't be imprisoned by the memory of this time." The elf's unexplained sadness caused Song Qingyi to fall into sadness.

"Isn't there any other way to save those lives?" Song Qingyi still wants to do anything more for those people, but at the same time, the fact that she has already achieved is irreparable.

How weak is human power, and how powerless are human beings in the face of cruel realization and power.

After a while, she returned to reality, when Song Qingyi woke up, the street of the hut next to her was already depressed and abandoned, and only a lonely and arrogant eunuch stood beside her, as if she was extremely lucky to wait for her to wake up, without a good face.

"The miscellaneous family only has one sentence to say, the Lord has ordered it, and you can not be cured of the crime of great disrespect, but if everything that happened today is known to the outside world, Miss Song, you must have no good fruit to eat."

Every word is cold, which makes people who wake up in the loneliness and cold even more cold.

"Miss Song has someone to care about, if they have three longs and two shorts, they can't blame others."

"You!"

This straightforward threat is not at all like a person on the Ninth Five-Year Supreme Throne, but what is it, Song Qingyi can only continue to suffer.

Song Qingyi also replied coldly, "The world is clear, people's hearts are panicking, and you are not afraid that you will be cut off sooner or later by the side of such an emperor!" ”

But where can the eunuch still care about small talk, he can't wait to fly an arrow on his foot and disappear without a trace.

Only Song Qingyi was left alone under the lonely moonlight, and suddenly there was not even a single human voice in the desolate realm, but she was not afraid, her heart was open and meaningless, and she would not be afraid of any ghosts.

"This book of transcendence is the only thing I can do for you, and I hope that you can enjoy glory and wealth in the next life and spend your life quietly."

Song Qingyi knelt quietly outside the epidemic area for a whole night of silent transcendence, over and over again, just hoping that her sincerity could make the undead who died in vain get excess.