"On the scene..."

"It's better to look more spectacular on this side of Lingshan."

Su Yang said with a smile.

Tongtong's face inexplicably became serious, he also got up, stared at the sky, and only said solemnly after a while: "How do you know that you have returned from the fairy world today?" ”

"I said..."

"Sometimes, the unknown future in your eyes is so clear to others."

"Sometimes, weakness is the original sin."

Su Yang gently patted Tongtong's shoulder, tilted his head, admired the scenery of the fairy world, as if whispering, and said softly: "You soon... It's about to start enjoying the torment. ”

Under Tongtong's puzzled face, Su Yang patted Tongtong's shoulder again.

In the next second, Tongtong's figure disappeared from the rooftop, and reappeared in the abandoned factory a few miles away.

The bonfire has been extinguished, and the factory is clammy and cold again.

Tong Tong subconsciously looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there was no danger around, he just breathed a sigh of relief and thought about the meaning of Su Yang's words.

But before he could think about it, a sharp pain swept through his brain.

He curled up in a corner, clutching his head and letting out a low roar of pain.

At the neck, the green tendons are violent.

This time, the pain was far greater than before, and the brain became even more muddy.

Su Yang was still standing on the rooftop, his hands behind his back, and whispered softly: "Sometimes, even I will be jealous of others for you..."

As he spoke, Su Yang turned around and looked in the direction of the Huangquan Medical Center.

Although they were thousands of miles away from each other, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the space, and it was extremely profound.

At this moment, in the Huangquan Medical Hall, Tong Tong's face was also pale, and he sat on the ground and let out a low cry.

However, before he could even get in pain, Wu Qianqiu's figure quietly appeared in the medical hall, and stuffed half of the fruit into Tong Tong's mouth without saying anything.

Tong Tong's sloppy gaze instantly became clear again, and he looked around suspiciously.

But Wu Qianqiu had already disappeared into the medical hall before that.

The script is as if it has been written a long time ago, and everything is quietly resolved.

And at the moment...

Su Yang happened to take his gaze from the direction of the medical hall, retracted it, and looked at the sky again, without saying a word, as if he was quietly waiting for something.

In just a few minutes, the entire fairy world had become clearly visible.

Even closer than the last time the 'Immortal Came' came, as if it could be completely mortal at a certain moment.

……

A remote barren mountain.

As far as the eye can see, it is desolate.

A few scattered tombstones, with the erosion of time, have long since become rotten.

Zhao Gongdao stood in front of the tombstone with a solemn expression, carrying a wine bottle in his hand, and meticulously poured the wine in front of the tombstone, as if completing some kind of ritual.

Jia Ming stood lazily behind him, looking bored.

"In the course of this year, I originally thought that you would arrange some back-up hands, at least improve your own strength."

"But now, all the immortals are coming, and such a big immortal realm is hanging in the air, and you are still sweeping the tomb..."

"All year..."

"I've been with you for a whole year..."

Speaking of this, Jamin's voice was full of despair.

From barren mountains to isolated islands, to endless plains...

In the past year, Jia Ming was like a little follower, accompanying Zhao Gongdao to every cemetery where the sect members sacrificed.

Until today, the fairy world hangs in the air and is about to return.

On such an important day, Zhao Gongdao still cleaned the ancient tomb in a good time, and even Jia Ming didn't understand this operation.

And...

Since Zhao Gongdao took off his disguise, even the daily mixing project has come to an abrupt end.

Zhao Gongdao didn't seem to hear Jia Ming's complaints, he was still very serious, poured all the wine in the bottle, and then slowly got up.

"So fast..."

"Is it just immortal?"

He raised his head and looked at the void, then silently withdrew his gaze, looked at the tombs in front of him, as if talking to himself, and muttered: "Do you know whose tombs they belong to?" ”

"Their strength is weak, you shouldn't be able to remember."

"In the War of the Gods, they were not even qualified to have their names recorded, but they still did not hesitate and paid with their lives for the Interception Sect."

"And something like this..."

"Too many to count."

"A year's time... I didn't even have time to pay a third of the tomb. ”

As he spoke, the corners of Zhao Gongdao's mouth showed a touch of self-deprecation: "The way of heaven is the game, the six saints are in the game, all living beings in this world, even if it is Da Luo Jinxian, in it, they can't escape the identity of the chess piece." ”

"It's just that no one thought that the final victor was not Heavenly Dao, not the Six Sages, but Haotian, Rulai."

"Before this, who would have thought that the two people who did not carry the luck of heaven and earth, and were even puppets themselves, would be able to dominate the chess game in the end."

"Hehe, everyone in the world praises Haotian, if he is wise, who cares, under the catastrophe of the gods, there are countless white bones."

Zhao Gongdao sneered, looked at the tomb in front of him again, bowed a long time, and got up again after a long time.

"No matter who you are, and what kind of status you have in Heavenly Court, but at least..."

"In this year's time, you should worship every tomb you have walked through."

"Heavenly Court, Spirit Mountain..."

"Even after thousands of years, I still owe them an explanation."

Zhao Gongdao turned his back to Jia Ming, and his tone was flat.

But Jia Ming was still lazily leaning against the tree: "Different positions, things considered, naturally different." ”

"In your eyes, they are innocent victims."

"But is there really an innocent person in this world?"

"Although there are many drawbacks after the Heavenly Court family became dominant, at least... Mortals can still survive. ”

"At least I think that mortals under the rule of Heaven will live a happier life."

Zhao Gongdao turned around violently, looked at Jia Ming with deep gaze, and said in a cold voice: "The happiness in your eyes is to regard mortals as pigs and dogs, and raise them in captivity, so that they lose their dignity and freedom as human beings?" ”

"Let them become slaves who only know how to bow down and surrender, and be used as nourishment for cultivation by the so-called 'immortals', and slaughter them wantonly?"

Jia Ming's eyes were still calm, and he responded lightly: "At least, most of them are still alive, from birth to death, they are safe, this is already a great blessing for them." ”

"Heh..."

"But they have lost the human spirit!"

Zhao Gongdao sneered.

Jia Ming's face was also a little cold: "The so-called spirit is just self-deception. ”

"So..."

"Would you rather be treated as a pig and dog, kept in captivity, waiting for the day when someone will catch you and slaughter you?"

Zhao Gongdao asked rhetorically.