Let's talk about the outside world in the past few days.

Let's briefly summarize: the outside world is in chaos!

Wen Miao is very powerful, she can almost see the essence of the Holy Demon Disease, but looking at the current troubled times, I feel that this is not a good thing.

There are not many sick cultivators, and there are even more wealthy ones, who in order to survive, they dissipate their spiritual energy, and then take care of their descendants or disciples, hoping that one day there will be a doctor to completely solve the holy demon disease.

They are alive, but what is scattered is a diseased aura after all, and this aura will not disappear for no reason.

Therefore, the Holy Demon Disease has spread more and more severely these days.

The more it spreads, the more people will disperse the aura to save their lives; The more people who disperse the diseased aura, the more the Holy Demon Disease will spread.

Vicious circle!

When natural disasters strike, man-made disasters often follow.

The Holy Demon Disease spread step by step, and more and more people were infected, and in just a few days, ninety percent of the 30 million people in Youzhou were infected.

As the source of this city, the holy demon disease is even more severe, and when I deliberately went to investigate, there were only seventy-three people left in the city who were not infected with the disease.

At this time, because there are so many people who are infected with the disease, it has become a "normal" phenomenon. In this way, those who are not infected naturally become "abnormal" people.

I don't know when, a voice gradually appeared in the city.

This plague, this disease, is the revelation of the gods, the wrath of the gods.

It is a calamity brought down by the gods to punish people who inadvertently break taboos.

So what can be done to appease the wrath of the gods?

It's simple, if you do something wrong, you will naturally be punished!

If we know that we can change our mistakes, the gods will surely forgive us!

If we know what we have wronged and repent, the gods will forgive us. That we should be ...... now.

Kill those wicked who refuse to admit their mistakes, blaspheme the heavens, and disregard the lives of others!

In order to show our sincerity to the gods, and to save all the people of the world, we must purge the evil thieves and appease the wrath of the gods!

"Purge the evil thief, calm the wrath of the gods!"

"Purge the evil thief, calm the wrath of the gods!"

"Purge the evil thief, calm the wrath of the gods!"

The people gathered and set off in a mighty way.

Their faces are full of spring breeze, they chant slogans, their eyes shine with the light of justice, they raise their swords in their hands and slaughter their own people!

"I cut it, I cut it!" An adult man in his twenties slashed off one of the little fingers of an innocent child, and his face was flushed with excitement, and his hands were dancing!

I have received God's punishment, I have punished the wicked, and God will forgive me!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me step on it, I don't cut him, let me step on it too!" A man dressed as a scholar in a Confucian robe pushed and shoved the people around him, his face red and shouting.

"What is the squeeze in the back, I haven't hit it yet!" One screamed and punched the boy in the eye.

"Let me go too, I will also do the right thing for heaven and punish this wicked man on behalf of God!" At the end of the crowd, an old man screamed excitedly, and while rushing, he picked up the stones on the ground and threw them into the center of the crowd.

……

I watched the world laugh, watched the world push, watched the world go crazy, looked at this purgatory on earth.

Jealousy makes people unrecognizable!

No one knows if it's useful, no one knows if it's right.

Everyone knows it's useless, everyone knows it's not right!

But we are all sick, so why should he be left alone?

yes, why!

That's all there is to it.

Who kept you from getting sick, who made you protect yourself so well!

You deserve to be beaten, you deserve to be killed, and if you don't get sick now, then you deserve to die!

I couldn't stand it anymore, I went back to find Li Wenshu, I shook his shoulder excitedly, "Is there really no way to cure the Holy Demon Disease!" ”

He squinted his eyes, his expression revealed a slight disgust, and he asked lightly, "How many people are there in the entire Great Xia?" ”

What does he mean by that?

"Five, five hundred million people."

"That's not enough." He smiled brightly and continued: "Ninety million is more than five hundred million, far from enough. ”

Then he came over and put his arm around me, putting one hand on my shoulder, "Okay, don't talk about things we can't help with." Come tell me, how is Wenchi Wenqing Literature these days? ”

Wenye is the one who seriously injured him when he just crossed over.

Wenchi Wenqing was the culprit who arrested him back to the Wen family, caused him to be locked up in the Wen family, and caused him to be subjected to various experiments.

I nudged him away, suddenly feeling a little reluctant to talk to him.

"One died of illness, one was infected, and the other was not infected and was withdrawn by the Wen family to block the anger of sentient beings."

I left the sea of knowledge.

A few more days later, I saw another piece of hell.

If what I saw before was the first layer of hell, then what appeared in front of me at this time was the "eighteenth layer of hell".

The beginning of the matter is this, a cultivator established a family and became the head of a clan. After that, he fell ill and lost his aura to be cared for by his family.

But one day, when all the money in the family was used for treatment, and the poor were almost unable to eat, a clansman suddenly had this thought: Why should we scatter all our wealth for a wasted person?

Soon, this will swept through the entire family......

The holy demon disease is very serious, what should I say? Equal, right, equal!

When it didn't come, cultivators were cultivators, and mortals were mortals.

Cultivators are high, and mortal lives are like mustard!

Mortals are unwilling. But if you don't have the strength, what if you are unwilling.

But as the Holy Demon Disease became more and more severe, people finally realized something.

We still don't have power, but those who have power have lost their power!

Now everyone is the same!

You've bullied me before, watch the fight!

You robbed my daughter-in-law before, kill!

Did you look down on me before? Eat me a punch!

I seem to have asked you to borrow money before, but you didn't give it? Now let's see who's the best!

……

When the holy demon disease came, a dark cloud was pressed on everyone's heart; Despair looms, and everyone wants to vent their emotions.

Anyway, it's already incurable, so why not make yourself more comfortable?

What's so bad about indulging and then dying, and dying without regrets!

Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic!

was strangled to death by wine and meat, and being a ghost is also romantic!

Sitting on the throne of the city lord, being a ghost is also romantic!

The chaos begins: burn, kill, rob, loot!

As far as the eye can see, there is a sea of fire everywhere; Everywhere you go, every piece is scarlet!

Walking through one place after another, looking through hell, I suddenly felt my head swell, and my brain hurt terribly.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Wenshi, I want to cry so much, can you hug me?

Where are you? Where am I? Why can't I get into your dreams?

Feeling so tired, here is the reality? Or is it a dream?

…………

Wen Shi and Wen Miao are very good friends, they grew up together since childhood, they are like sisters, and they talk about everything.

Wen Shi has a very good talent, she became a cultivator one step ahead of Wen Miao, and soon, she became an elder one step ahead of Wen Miao.

The Wen family has a big business and a lot of elder affairs, so in this way, the number of times the two meet gradually decreased. Even if they met, Wen Shi would leave in a hurry because he still had something to deal with, and he couldn't talk for a few words.

In this way, Wen Shi has been an elder for seven years, and she has gone from the first twelve elders to the current third elder step by step.

This year, Wen Miao also became an elder. She is also the Twelve Elders, just like she was back then.

The two met again, and then Wen Shicai realized that they hadn't seen each other for three years.

Realizing this, a wave of guilt suddenly welled up in her heart.

It's been a long time since I've seen this good friend. I don't even know when she cultivates her gods, and I don't even know when she becomes so skilled in medicine.

The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt. The more guilty I felt, the more I didn't dare to see her.

In this way, the relationship between the two gradually drifted apart. Even if there is a meeting later, it is "business" and there is no unnecessary conversation.

They are all cultivators, they still have a long lifespan, and they will be reconciled one day.

Wen Shi thinks so.

Then that day, Wen Miao died.

She hadn't reconciled with her, she hadn't told her what was in her heart.

Why, why did she just go!

Wen Shi cried, she hated herself for not having the courage, hated herself for being addicted to cultivation, and hated herself for not spending more time with her friends after taking away the research materials.

The son wants to raise but does not wait.

Although Wen Miao is not an elder of Wen Shi, Wen Shi has a similar feeling in his heart.

When they are alive, people will always naively think that they still have a lot of time, and the people they care about also have a lot of time.

But no one knew that death was sudden.

It won't give you a warning, it will only stick to your ears when it's coming, telling you: You're late!

But it's okay, I'm still here.

It took five nights for me to finally get through the poems and let her completely come out of her grief. And then......

Then I was driven out of her dreams by a mysterious and vast force, and I could never enter it again.

At that time, I saw that the heavens and the earth were shaking, and a voice echoed in my ears as the heavens shook the earth.

It was a long sigh, full of helplessness that hatred of iron could not be made of steel.

The voice said:

【Waste】