The god of the land used up the last of his spiritual power and sent it down the mountain, in the woods.

And when all this was done, all the leaves turned black and fell to the ground, and the towering tree gradually shrunk and became dry, with countless cracks.

The surrounding soil also loses moisture and eventually cracks under this influence.

"Old woman... After so many years, I've finally come to an end... I didn't expect you to go before me...", the god of earth and wood sighed as he looked into the distance.

After the last leaf falls to the ground, it completely loses its last shred of vitality.

After Fu Yueming was sent to the ground, he ran quickly in the direction of the county, and also investigated around along the way, but he didn't find the figure of that thing, but left a tree that kept withering all the way.

Looking at this scene, Fu Yueming clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and ran frantically.

He grieved at the thought that if that thing entered the city, it would have reverberated with terrible consequences, and at the thought that those he knew well would die because of it.

Running three steps at a time, he could even feel his heart beating violently, beating in pain.

Rushing out of the forest, you can see the distant city wall on the path.

Before he could get close to the city, he asked about a violent stench, and he stopped, looked at him in a daze, opened his mouth, but could not say anything.

Because he knew that it was too late.

He walked into the city in a somewhat sluggish manner, and one by one the shopkeepers, passers-by, or the children of the neighborhood fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

There were even traces of a fight in some places, there was no blood, only a miasma, and when he smelled it, his head began to ache.

He tried to push the child who had fallen to the ground, touching his pulse with his hand, but the result was disappointing.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the golden rice fields in the distance, the house where he had lived for nine years.

"Old man!" Fu Yueming exclaimed, and with all his strength, he rushed out.

When he came to the house, he found that the old farmer was sitting quietly on a chair, staring blankly into the distance.

"Old man..."Fu Yueming looked at him, his lips trembling a little.

"I'm back," the old farmer looked up at him weakly, his wrinkled head.

"I'm back..."Fu Yueming stepped forward step by step, bit his lip, and said.

"Come.. Sit. The old farmer grinned and smiled.

He sat down, facing him.

"See..." The farmer kept this smile, and it looked particularly soft under the light of the setting sun.

Fu Yueming nodded: "I see." ”

"Did you ask?"

"The god of the land... Already.. He's dead. Fu Yueming took a deep breath and said.

The old farmer's mouth opened slightly, turned his head, looked into the distance again, and said for a long time: "That's a pity..."

"The old man..."

"My real surname is Li Minglian, but I went into exile in this village, I don't talk to people much, I only care about farming, and after a long time, others call me an old farmer..."

"Your son? I want to help you find him. Fu Yueming put his hand on his arm.

"I am an only son, named Zhanxun, when I separated from him, he was only three years old, and now many years have passed, the world is big, where to find... Ahem.. Ahem, ahem," the old man smiled bitterly.

"Li Zhanxun!" Fu Yueming was shocked, but looking at the old man like this, he didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept the fact that his son had fallen into the demon clan and was no longer a human.

"That's it... That's it... I could vaguely feel that he should be doing well now. ”

"Yes, he will definitely live well, and there are fathers who have been praying for him, and he will definitely be. Fu Yueming lowered his head and said.

"Boy.." Li Lian looked at the sky and said.

You say. ”

"I'm tired, old man, and I'm going to rest. ”

“... After so many years, you haven't said you're tired, don't you still want to find your son?" Fu Yueming's vacant hand couldn't help but clench.

"Tired... Tired... I can't find it, so let's go and accompany my wife, she is alone in the sky, lonely. Li Lian said, tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

"Are you lonely?"

"Lonely... What?" Li Lian was stunned and said.

Li Zhanxun smiled bitterly, raised his head and sighed deeply, looked at the sky, and said slowly: "In this life, people have no rich money, and they have no ability. And.."

When the voice fell, his hand fell, from the hand of the chair, fell.

Li Lian closed his eyes and left.

"Rely on it." Fu Yueming sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes distracted.