The stars in the sky were dim, and stars representing the gods were extinguished quickly, and then disappeared into the vast starry sky.
That's not a sign of a god taking over, it's more like the god's throne was destroyed and no longer exists in the world.
Seeing this scene, Pangpang was shocked and angry, and his roar shocked the world, making everyone realize that something was wrong.
"No form!"
As an insider, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flashed, knowing that Wu Xiang must have taken action.
However, he did not tell Pangpang about the matter of Wu Xiang, because even if Pangpang said it in a ridiculous way, he firmly believed in his heart that even if there were no so-called gods, human beings would not be destroyed.
Giving him those so-called sacred treasures was just to help him out of love for his former friends. As for whether Shinto would be destroyed as a result, it had nothing to do with him.
He glanced at the huge piece of karma above his head, which was surging at the moment. According to Pangpang, this karma would hit him on the head like a divine sword by tomorrow morning at the latest.
If the only person he is worried about now is undoubtedly Yu Niang, if the Shinto is really destroyed, I don't know if it will have any impact on her.
But for this question, Pangpang did not answer himself. He glanced at Ding Xiaoyi and said seriously: "It will be dawn in a few hours, so cherish this time."
After saying that, Pangpang jumped up into the starry sky, obviously to stop Wu Xiang and others from interfering with Shinto.
"what happened?"
Everyone in the alliance looked up and looked at the dimming starlight, and couldn't help but whisper.
In Beimang College, all the teachers and students looked solemn. It is said that if Shinto is really destroyed, it may not be a bad thing for all living beings.
But for some reason, everyone had a very bad premonition.
At this moment, Mr. Chen's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Ding Xiaoyi's call.
It turned out that after Pangpang left, Ding Xiaoyi was sitting on the top of the mountain, taking out his mobile phone and flipping through the numbers on it.
First, he called Yu Niang's phone number, but couldn't get through. It was estimated that she was in a shrine somewhere at the moment.
Then I called my son's phone number, but couldn't get through.
I dialed Liao Qiu's number, but the line was actually busy.
Then there was the old man, Tutu, but all the lines were busy. Even if he sent a message in the group, no one replied to him.
In desperation, he could only call Mr. Chen. After pressing the dial button, the sound of "beep..." came from the phone, which made him feel relieved. Not long after, he heard Mr. Chen's anxious inquiry.
"Xiao Yi, where are you??"
Old Chen's voice made Ding Xiaoyi feel inexplicably at ease, and he felt full of respect and kindness for this old man.
"Mount Sumeru."
He briefly explained his current situation to Mr. Chen. When he learned that Ding Xiaoyi would die after tonight, Mr. Chen's face on the other end of the phone suddenly became ugly, and even his voice became hoarse and blurred.
"What are you afraid of? Isn't it just death? Forgot, everyone down there is ours."
Ding Xiaoyi comforted Mr. Chen, in an understatement, as if he didn't take the issue of his approaching end of life to heart.
Yes, is death terrible?
It might be scary for other people, but for Ding Xiaoyi, it might just be a different way of living.
Think about how you can live for hundreds of years, but you can live forever in the vast underworld after death.
So what exactly is it, if we understand it the other way around, can we understand that the ghosts in the City of Fushou are the original form of human beings, which have been transformed into another form through reincarnation, but this form cannot be maintained for a long time?
While thinking wildly, Ding Xiaoyi hung up the phone.
Looking at the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers in front of him, it seemed that he began to seriously think about the seriousness of death to himself.
Is death a loss to you?
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was no loss at all, but for some reason, he still felt uneasy and even fearful in his heart.
In a daze, the howls of beasts down the mountain suddenly became quiet.
Ding Xiaoyi's shoulders sank intuitively, and a white palm was placed on his shoulder: "Actually, the underworld is not as deserted as you think, and the present world is not as bright as you see."
The familiar voice made Ding Xiaoyi's pupils tighten. He wanted to turn around but his body couldn't move. He was surprised and asked in his heart: "Why is he here??"
A black shadow appeared behind him, and he sat down quietly: "Your grandfather and I once made a bet, and I lost. At that time, he said that he would leave you a legacy. In addition to that house, there are also
There is one thing."
The black shadow gradually became clear, revealing the Emperor's face. He put his hand on Ding Xiaoyi's shoulder, sensing something carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, a touch of relief appeared between his brows.
I saw him slowly taking out a small bottle from his sleeve and handing it to him, and at the same time withdrew the palm that was placed on his shoulder.
"What's this?"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the bottle and couldn't help but become suspicious.
"Poison, if you feel that the process of being defeated by karma is too painful, then use this. After eating it, it will be like falling asleep."
The emperor said in a calm voice, as if what he handed out was not poison, but a bottle of jelly beans.
His eyes widened and he looked at the Emperor with a strange expression, his expression seemed to say: "My grandfather asked you to feed me poison? Is that my grandfather? I believe you are a ghost!"
The emperor was not surprised by his expression. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that things deviated from his preset track.
Until Ding Xiaoyi dies, he doesn't plan to see Ding Xiaoyi again. After his death, everything will be a foregone conclusion, and he won't be able to decide whether he will be happy or not.
But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Perhaps it should be said that the brat Ding Peng tricked him. When he came out of the underworld, he realized something was wrong. But when he turned around, he found that someone had completely sealed the underworld.
There is no need to think about the person who can do this.
Realizing that he had been deceived, the emperor could have returned to the underworld from another place, but he still chose to see Ding Xiaoyi. After all, he was still worried that something had happened to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Eat this poison, and when you wake up again, the vast underworld will be the legacy left to you by your grandfather."
After the emperor finished speaking, he took out a box, gently wiped the non-existent dust on it, and then opened the box.
I saw him slowly taking out a piece of paper and handing it to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Believe it or not, the content on this piece of paper was written by your grandfather himself."
Ding Xiaoyi took a look at the note and immediately recognized it. It was a torn piece of paper from his grandfather's diary.
He took the note over suspiciously, and after unfolding it, he saw that it was the handwriting he was familiar with.