The monster could not help but come to the mind of the god. It was evident that he could not associate it with the goddess, and after a long time he could not say a word, his eyes full of incomprehension and regret.

"Why is this happening, what the hell is going on?"

At this time, although there was no large group of bound spirits outside, there were still a few undying wanderers roaming the streets, trying to find the two of them. They all seemed to be under the control of the drought, and they obeyed her.

The dilapidated courtyard was empty and unsafe, so the two of them put aside the search for the dartfish and hid in a house with half of the roof collapsed. The Taoist chief tore off half of his sleeve and wrapped the wound on Shen Di's neck tightly: "If there is sand in the wound, you will suffer it!"

He paused, and then said, "We used to call her Tsing Yi. ”

"Tsing Yi, the name of the drought, Master, did you know her before?"

"It's nature. "Only when you have seen her before will you understand how much pain and torture she has suffered now. The Tsing Yi in the Taoist chief's mind is a beautiful and gentle woman. She had known him for a short time, she helped the Yellow Emperor fight Chiyou, but after the deed was completed, they drove her to the north of Chishui, walking alone in the endless desert.

Perhaps for the countless cold nights that followed, she had imagined her future fate. Until she met the king of Chishui Kingdom, because the age is too old, the name of this monarch is now unknown. But he must have impressed this kind goddess, and Tsing Yi stayed in Chishui Country from then on.

But the good times didn't last long, and there was never a drop of rain in Chishui Country again. The red water that nourishes the country has since dried up. The people decided that Tsing Yi was a demon girl and ordered the monarch to put her to death. The monarch knew that killing the goddess was a cursed sin, and he couldn't bear to let Tsing Yi leave, but for the sake of the people throughout the process, he put a secret spell on her. This secret art is the most vicious forbidden art handed down from ancient times, and it will deprive a god of all her divine powers, making her eventually become a mortal.

The monarch felt that this would calm the anger of the people and allow Tsing Yi to continue to stay by her side.

But his biggest mistake was to cast this secret technique. In the process, there was a bad pool, and Tsing Yi not only lost his divine power, but also gradually lost his consciousness and became an ugly monster. The monarch could not tolerate such a monster staying by his side and ended up taking her life.

This matter was finally known to the Xuanwu Divine Monarch. Shocked by the selfishness of the monarch and the viciousness of the people, he only gave the country a chance to survive for 3,000 people, and after three days, the entire Chishui kingdom would be destroyed.

The frightened common people began to kill each other in order to survive, and the so many earthbound spirits that Shen Tu saw were the unjust souls who were full of resentment and unwilling to leave at that time. After three days, no one survived the entire country, and even the monarch was hacked to death by the angry people, and the country of Chishui disappeared in the desert.

The female squire has become a drought fish, and there is no more Tsing Yi in the world.

But Tsing Yi, who has lost her mind, is still desperately guarding this country, protecting all the people and her king, she has killed all the people who have tried to approach the Chishui country for a hundred years, except for Shen Di.

The Taoist and the gods walked among the huge ruins, and even though they were now alone in some ruins, it was still not difficult to see how prosperous the Chishui Kingdom was back then. The palace in front of it looked the most intact and stood in the center of the ruins, the walls of which had long since been eroded, leaving only a few lines of unknown meaning.

"Master, do you think Tsing Yi will be here?"

"I don't know, didn't you come here?"

"Huh?"

As the two were talking, a hoarse roar suddenly came from inside the palace. A rickety figure appeared at the palace gate, glaring at them as if to deny them entry.

The Dao Leader was able to see its appearance completely this time, his heart trembled, and finally he only sighed regretfully.

"Tsing Yi. The Taoist chief called softly.

The monster immediately stopped roaring, and it turned its head to look at the two people in front of it suspiciously with its two bulging eyes, and suddenly ran back into the hall. The two glanced at each other and hurriedly followed. There was no light in the hall, as if it was shrouded in a faint black mist. The god lit his ghost lamp and was shocked to find a throne in front of him. Some human bones were piled up in a mess on the seats. He took a closer look, and it was covered in knife wounds.

"This should be the monarch. The Taoist chief guessed, and at the same time turned his head to look at Shen Tu, and shouted, "Be careful!"

said that it was too late, and the teacup in his hand had already flown out, hitting the door of Tsing Yi. It slammed to the ground with a scream, and a book fell out of nowhere, and the paper on it was scattered all over the ground. Shen Tu didn't care to see what was written on those papers, and turned his head to look at it with some annoyance: "You are a goddess, you are still sneak attacking!"

Tsing Yi yelled at them, reaching out to pick up the scattered papers. But he was stopped in front of him by the Taoist chief: "Tsing Yi, I don't know if you still recognize me, but you must know that the Chishui Kingdom is gone! Your monarch has been dead for hundreds of years!"

As he spoke, he motioned with his eyes to pick up the papers. Tsing Yi attacked left and right like crazy, seeing that it was hopeless to get the book back, he suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he retreated as quickly as possible, hitting the pillar headlong.

Only a crisp sound could be heard, and green blood flowed down from the top of its head. Its eyes widened, and it slowly turned to stare at the skeleton on the throne, and there was no more sound.

"Master, you—" Shen Tu exclaimed.

Half of the Dao Chief's face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see what his expression was. He smiled wryly, looked down and asked the corpse on the ground, "Are you free?"

The corpse couldn't speak, but he seemed to get a response, and nodded: "You don't have another life." ”

The Taoist walked up to the god, his figure looking unusually heavy. Shen Tu was looking at the contents of the paper, and noticed that he was approaching, and raised his head, the expression seemed to be crying, but he couldn't cry, he just clutched the paper in his hand tightly, and his body trembled.

"This must be what Tsing Yi wants others to see, so keep it until now. He said, handing the part he had already read to the Taoist chief: "Master, I can't bear to look at it. ”

The Taoist chief took it and flipped it down one by one. The handwriting on the first sheet is very beautiful, the dates and months are clearly listed, it looks like a diary, but some of the handwriting is already blurred: "...... When I woke up today, I was a little drowsy, and I don't know why I was a little flustered...... He told me not to think about it...... The people are ...... again"

The second one was three days after the first, and the handwriting was a little vain: "I was always groggy and couldn't use my strength, so he called someone to come and see me...... Is it really overwork?"

The third one was also three days apart, and the handwriting was already a little trembling: "He told me to recuperate, but my heart is getting more and more chaotic." Most of the divine power is no longer available, what the hell is going on?"

The fourth one was a full month away from the previous one, and the handwriting was barely legible: "My head hurts...... What the hell did he do to me? I started to feel wrong...... How do you get out? Who's going to save me!"

The fifth one didn't write the day at all, every word was written very big, as if she was trying to control her trembling hands: "I can't remember things clearly, this is Chishui Country, my name is Tsing Yi, he hurt me......"

The words on the sixth sheet are already very frenzied, and there is no date written in the same way, only twelve words are written on the whole piece of paper: "My name is Tsing Yi! My name is Tsing Yi!"

The characters on the seventh sheet were completely illegible, and they didn't look like words anymore, and there were a few more in the future, but the Taoist chief couldn't read them at all, and the last piece of paper was torn and crumpled.

Based on these few words, the Taoist could guess how desperate she was at that time—watching herself become a monster little by little, and the culprit was still the person she loved the most. The Yellow Emperor betrayed her, and the monarch of the Chishui Kingdom also betrayed her, one made her unable to go back to Kunlun, and the other made her a drought. Tsing Yi's life was shattered in this way, and the last few hundred years were used by her to guard this country that no longer existed, day after day, year after year, until she died like this.

The Taoist smoothed out the papers, put them together, and put them in his sleeve.

"This should be given to the Xuanwu Divine Monarch," the Taoist said to the gods, "He should know the truth." ”

The two of them went out of the temple, and it was already dawn outside. The sound of the wind whined the sand mountain, and it was as if you could directly touch the red sun when you stood on the top of the sand dune. The sun shone on the ruins of the Red Water Country, as if it would give it some life.

"Alright," the Taoist chief turned his head to look at Shen Di, "you come with me." Things are okay in Tsing Yi, now it's your turn. I'll tell you what Cui sentenced Wei to confess, and it's my turn to be this wicked person. ”

Shen Di's heart palpitated inexplicably, and he didn't understand why he felt this way. The two of them walked to a wide sand dune one after the other, and the Taoist chief casually looked into the distance and asked, "Do you feel like you have a good look at this place?"

He began to look around in earnest, and there was nothing but desert and desert all around, and occasionally a few trees that could not be named grew in the distance.

"Nope. He told the truth.

"Your words have become less, Shendi," the Dao Chief laughed inexplicably, "You shouldn't be impressed, because this is the ancient battlefield of the Fourth Great War of Gods and Demons, and it is also the place where you and your brother were born." ”