"God, if you have a spirit in heaven, save this world, save this world!"

——

Many people are wailing, painful, sad, desperate, and hopeful.

What's wrong with this world......

Jiang Qingyu opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was actually in a sea of fire!

Looking at these dilapidated buildings, the smoke and dust from the fire filled the streets, and the tongues of fire were devouring everything with impunity, wailing everywhere.

Jiang Qingyu walked in the middle of the road, and the air waves generated when some buildings fell surged from time to time, and his feet stopped uncontrollably in front of a restaurant.

Above the tall building, a half-burned plaque crumbles, and below it is a crying child, kneeling at the foot of the steps, and in front of him lies a woman who resembles him, but who has been badly burned and has lost her breath.

"Mother, mother!"

The mournful cry, as if there was an invisible hand pulling at his heart, Jiang Qingyu covered his heart blankly, and tears couldn't stop sliding down his cheeks.

Consciousness is somewhat blurred.

Why am I here?

This is the question Jiang Qingyu is standing on, and the pain in her heart makes her lose her mind to think.

Seeing that the charred plaque was about to fall on the child's head, she flew over, but passed straight through the child's body, and could only watch the child being pressed under the plaque, without even struggling.

A creature just passed before my eyes.

Jiang Qingyu's hands trembled, as if she saw the tragic situation under the plaque, and wanted to open it, but her ten fingers penetrated the plaque again.

There was nothing she could do but look at this originally bustling street, full of devastation.

Such tragedies seem to happen all the time.

"Brother Li, why did you go like this! cough cough cough cough ...... My old bones, how can they be saved by you! ”

"Oh no! Mother's good......"

"Song Lang! Song Lang! How can I live without you! ”

The scene suddenly shifts.

……

A turbid river, with mountains of dead things piled up on the surface of the river, stinking in the sky, and dotted lotus lamps floating on the surface of the water.

The willow trees by the river are withered and yellow, and the image of ruin is fully revealed.

Jiang Qingyu stood on the yellow mud road, with patch tents erected on both sides, and one tent could lie down for five or six people, head to foot and foot to head.

The skinny and skinny clothes that can't be covered by rags and linen clothes, there are adults and children.

Without exception, they all had blisters on their faces, more or less, presumably depending on the severity of the disease.

Wailing was everywhere, and there were heavy pants everywhere.

Around the tent, a white-bearded old man covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and sat in front of a large iron pot, half of which was boiled into black juice and bubbling.

When they saw that they were about the same, they took a stack of bowls of the sea, served them in separate parts, and some of the young men brought them to the people who were lying in the tents.

In front of each tent was a pot of smoking, half-dry and half-wet live wormwood, and the white-bearded old man immediately took a cloth bag full of realgar and sprinkled realgar everywhere after boiling the medicine.

Ding Ling's voice came from the tent not far away.

Jiang Qingyu followed behind the old man.

It was a middle-aged man, and those disgusting blisters were already all over his face, neck, body, and limbs.

He gulped in the air, his throat seemed to be stuck with thick phlegm, and every time he breathed, he made a "whirring" sound.

The middle-aged man stared at a pair of slightly bulging eyes, and his pupils narrowed, so the whites of his eyes accounted for more than half of the eyes, and the red bloodshot was on the whites of his eyes, making it seem that both pairs of eyes were red, as if he had pink eye.

One of his hands was still held high in the air, the sea bowl on the ground had been shattered into porcelain pieces, and the young man on the side silently picked up the slag to prevent it from piercing others.

Jiang Qingyu saw remorse, anger, despair, and too complicated in the eyes of middle-aged people.

There is a foul smell in the air, and that's because these sick people, they can't manage it, and the smell of excrement is not washed in time.

The white-bearded old man walked over, saw these conditions, sighed, didn't blame anyone, just said to the middle-aged man: "I let Xiaobao and his mother collect medicine in the forest in front, just for them, hold on for a few more days?" ”

The middle-aged man's raised hand instantly retracted like a hot hand, and sobbing flowed.

"Grandpa Lin! Ah Da, Ah Da also has chickenpox on his face! ”

When the white-bearded old man heard this, he limped out quickly.

Only then did Jiang Qingyu notice that the only doctor in this village was not only old, but also disabled.

His right leg was empty under his ankle, and a plank was fastened there, and he walked and balanced against it.

War has never brought more than a raging fire, but also a silent plague.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Jiang Qingyu walked to the river, stopped in front of a lotus lamp that had not yet been released, and through the faint candlelight, she saw that the hemp paper was not very neat, with immature handwriting everywhere:

I hope that the epidemic will end soon, and my father and mother can recover soon, and I hope that there will be no more suffering in the world.

……

"Kill——!"

"Cut off the head of the demon!"

"Rush!"

Jiang Qingyu turned around, and the plagued village had become a battlefield full of gunsmoke.

The blue-faced, fanged, black-smelling demon is attacking the city.

A feminine-looking demon with a pair of magic horns on his head, riding on the neck of a giant demonic beast, playing with a bone whistle in his hand.

The bone sentry in his hand ordered thousands of troops, and the thousands of demons present, except for the order of the demon god, all obeyed his orders, and they were demon generals.

The gray-white skin, the exposed blood vessels, and the pair of enchanting violet pupils tell Jiang Qingyu all the time that this guy is a succubus who is one of the twelve demon generals.

And most of the people in this city seem to be ordinary people.

Jiang Qingyu wandered on the battlefield, purple blood, bright red blood sprinkled on the ground, from anger to numbness, she couldn't do anything.

In order to protect their families and the city, these ordinary soldiers have taken up their weapons and sworn to defend their home and country.

Blood was dripping, the sky was dark, and blood was the only light.

The desperate resistance of the Terrans, the life-for-life style of play, seemed to infuriate the leader.

The whistle blows—

"Siege the city, start from this city!"

A chant of ten thousand demons.

With the instructions of the succubus, more and more demons crawled out of the corners, and there were endless demonic beasts.

More and more soldiers fell, and with the invasion of the demons, they nimbly climbed the rocks, climbed the towering walls, and made a fortune in the city.

Outside the city is a battlefield, but in the city is not.

In the confusion, a woman stumbled in the crowd: "Yu'er, where are you?" Yu'er! ”

Ten meters away, a little girl with two braids sat down in front of a terrifying-looking demon, her face frightened, and her cry was earth-shattering.

(End of chapter)