The originally lively door lintel became more lively, horrifyingly lively. When the horrifying bustle subsided, it turned into a dead silence. Even the wind passed around this place, and the thick bloody smell condensed and lingered, which was nauseating.
The blood was no longer fresh and became dull, and the large and small pieces of meat soaked in it were like making a kind of devil's delicacy. Hu Qing easily recognized the age of those meat pieces, some were young and old, some had never opened their eyes.
Passing.
There were fluctuations in her heart, but not much. After all, she holds the gate of ghosts in her hand and knows that a lifetime is just an experience for the soul. Although the souls of these people here have also been shattered, the fragments of the soul will eventually flow back to the netherworld.
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She said to herself: You also have the indifference and ruthlessness of a superior person.
Indifference, what else? To persuade San to put down the butcher knife? Haha, she can't even do it herself.
Life is clean, but sins already exist. Some people are rampant and plundering when they are alive, and retribution cannot be timely. When retribution arrives, can it be canceled because those people are dead?
Or, in the way of heaven, there is a kind of cause and effect that is a group attribute. At first, it is really for the family, but later it becomes a cover. When the retribution falls, no one can escape, and the innocent cannot be eliminated.
The falling of thunder and dew has nothing to do with who is a good person or a bad person.
The only one who escaped was to ask God to give him a chance.
Hu Qing stood still and was in a trance.
Looking at her state without disturbing her, she saw a head soaked in the bloody water, with half of its face facing the sky, its eyes had long been lifeless, and there were a few blood stains on the eyeballs.
It doesn't look good at all.
Oh, this face has never looked better.
San touched her heart, but there was no pain, no sadness, and no joy. How should she react to someone who had long since broken off the relationship?
Feeling a little tired for a while, I ordered the civil and military officials to set fire to it.
Right after killing people, they set fires. Not only did they burn people, but they also burned things, houses, flowers, plants, and trees. In short, everything here was burned.
When Hu Qing came back to her senses, Sanzheng destroyed the Wen family's secret secret place. Seeing her destroying everything along the way, not taking many good things, Hu Qing's heart was bleeding, and she only regretted that she was an incorporeal body.
She felt distressed and said, "Did you know? In the early years, it was difficult to make a living, and I really collected the rags and mended the pot."
This set a new limit for Thirty's understanding of her poverty: "Can't you steal or rob?"
The fairy world is not a society ruled by law. Immortals and demons even dare to challenge the rules of heaven. What are the secular rules? To put it more deeply, isn't seeking longevity also a kind of stealing? Stealing destiny and grabbing heaven's secrets.
Therefore, in Thirty’s perspective, stealing is more honorable than collecting rags.
Hu Qing felt sad: "I've done it all."
Thirty's expression turned to sympathy, but he couldn't do anything to others?
Hu Qing wiped his face: "I spent a lot of money."
Only then did she remember that she was not old enough to become the Immortal Emperor and the Demon Emperor, so she must have practiced hard. And cultivation directly consumed resources. So she tried every means to make money, even the smallest profits.
How pitiful.
The Wen family was completely destroyed. It was like a feud with no blood relationship. Thirty made sure that no one escaped alive, not even the cats or dogs. If she couldn't do it, Hu Qing felt that she wished she could destroy this whole world.
Cover in a vacuum and stir into powder.
A piece of scorched earth.
Thirty's whole body was filled with relief: "Let's go home."
On the first day of the return trip, Thirty opened the record of his experiences, studied, and taught Hu Qing.
"Do you think I'm leaving soon, so you're so anxious to teach me?"
San admitted: "I do have this premonition. After killing the Wen family, I had a vague feeling that everything is like time, which will eventually be stripped away and cannot be regained - well, to be honest, the energy on the ring cannot last long.
"
Hu Qing was anxious: "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's learn quickly. I have inherited the two talents from you."
Holding his head with both hands: "Ahhhh - God of Time, please don't brainwash me. What a precious knowledge, we must pass it on."
Back on the island, Hu Qing was so stuffed with knowledge that his head was visibly enlarged. He was in a trance and truly lost his mind.
San was afraid that if she accidentally poked her, she would explode.
Mo Chi Yi was also there and waited for her for several days.
The whole person was very dull, and he gave San a smile that was uglier than crying: "My father is dead."
After saying one sentence, he ran over and hugged Sanwawa and cried loudly. A big man with amazing lung capacity, his wails reached to the sky. Others had already learned the bad news on the first day they saw him, and they silently moved away.
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Words of comfort have been spoken, and pale words cannot make the grief-stricken Yi feel better.
Hu Qing sighed and sat down a little further away, looking at the sky melancholy. Do people become destined to each other only for the separation of life and death?
Thirty-one stood at first, then got tired of standing and sat down. Then when he saw something strange and couldn't stop crying, he simply held his head and flew to the edge of the island, to the steep cliff.
The few who stayed behind were hiding there from the crying, but when they saw them approaching, they immediately moved to the other side of the island.
San was sitting on the edge of the cliff, with his legs hanging down, and the sea breeze was blowing in his face. He twisted his body and hugged her shoulders, and buried his big head behind her shoulders.
San felt that the clothes on her back were all soaked. Considering her friend's mood, she did not use magic to dry them.
Hu Qing didn't want to follow but could only follow. She squatted behind San and poked the tears on Yi's face with her fingers.
"Why can he cry so much? This is the first time I have seen a demon that can cry like this. Is he made of water? How long will he cry? You persuade him. You encourage him to take revenge. If you have something to do, you won't do it.
It’s so sad.”
Thirty tilted his head and gave Hu Qing a "don't get involved" look, hugged and patted him, and he cried even louder.
Hu sighed lightly, looked at him, and suddenly raised his hand to spank his ass.
His eyes twitched, although he couldn't see or feel it, but - you are playing a rogue!
Hu Qing was just bored. It wasn't a real contact anyway, so she just treated it as a video game, as if the little devil was made to cry by her merciless slap.
As long as someone she knew was around, she would have no shame to do such a thing.
Thirty really couldn't stand it. She was filled with indignation that her friend was so sad and was being abused like this.
He said indignantly: "If your enemy is still alive, I will take you to kill him and make you happy."
Hu calm down and cheer up: This is a great suggestion.
He cried for a while, raised his big head pitifully like a big dog, stared at her for a long time with his eyes swollen from crying, and tears welled up again.
"I feel so uncomfortable, ouch——"
Alas, Hu Qing squats back, ancestor.
He is now immersed in his own emotions. He has tried several times to find topics but failed to divert his attention. In the end, he can only suffer from it and wait for him to stop.
Hu Qing complained: "The sea water has swelled because of his crying. He is more powerful than Meng Jiangnu."
I don’t know about Meng Jiangnu.
Hu Qing told her the story of the Great Wall.
After hearing this, San said: "What kind of project can be shaken by crying? It must be because the design is unreasonable, or because Meng Jiangnu knows sonic power?"
After she said the words, she looked up blankly while crying: "What?"
