Ninety Thousand Miles Across the Weird World

Chapter 43 Who Says Mortals Are Stupid?

The young boy Xiaobai also fell into silence.

now.

He was in a very uncomfortable mood, and he vaguely felt that the master had not finished speaking, and the story behind it must be even more tragic.

"Master, where's the halberd?"

The young boy asked suddenly.

The old man was shocked.

Close your eyes for a long time.

Only spoke again.

……

Our underworld paid a very heavy price, and Fang sealed the pitch-black armor and the pitch-black halberd.

Since then, the power of the underworld has been greatly reduced.

The twelve yin gods were also seriously injured. After years of retreat for healing, we have no extra power to manage the world, and we simply give mortals a part of the right to self-governance.

In the following thousands of years, the power of mortals has been greatly developed.

Even the emperors of some powerful dynasties have the qualification to seal the Yin gods, although they are only low-level Yin gods.

Mortals are cunning.

While they secretly develop their power, they worship humbly, and they have wolf ambitions hidden in their bones.
until we notice.

It's too late.

That was 150 years ago.

At that time, the mortal dynasty secretly supported the dead, practiced forbidden techniques, and intended to kill gods.

that day.

The [-] dead men suddenly appeared, and they passed all the way, breaking through the lines of defense, unstoppable.

Although my underworld has dispatched countless shadow soldiers, they have not been able to stop them. Those human beings are all lunatics, beasts, and beasts!

They are not afraid of death, nor are they afraid of pain.

He just took his life and broke through the defense of our underworld. When the 3000 dead soldiers arrived here, there were still [-] people left.

"and after?"

"Are they coming to snatch the cauldron?"

The young boy Xiaobai said in a hurry.

He was really worried, and he must not let mortals snatch the demon-suppressing cauldron. Suddenly, the young boy Xiaobai looked to the side.

Laughed.

Ding is fine.

The old man took a deep breath.

sneer.

There was a deep fear in his eyes.

"This big cauldron was transformed by my underworld Yinjun, how do mortals carry it away?"

"No, they didn't come to snatch the cauldron. They used even crazier methods. 3000 people used their flesh and blood to forcibly suppress the demon cauldron."

"One after another, all of them were not afraid of death. They forcibly broke a crack, and the pitch-black halberd broke out of the town on the spot and escaped at a very fast speed."

"Fortunately, the Twelve Yin Jun arrived in time, killed the rebels in time, and repaired the big cauldron. If the dark armor also broke out, it would be a real catastrophe!"

"Xiao Bai, look at the tripod carefully."

The old man's voice was amiable.

Although the young boy was suspicious, he still walked over and craned his neck to observe carefully.

The cauldron is extremely worn and its shape is ordinary. To be honest, young Xiaobai has seen many ancient cauldrons, and this cauldron is the most common one.

The body of the tripod is flat, without the patterns that are often seen in ancient tripods, but there are many scratches.

"Sink down and watch."

The old man suddenly shouted violently.

The young boy Xiaobai sank suddenly.

A three-dimensional statue appeared on the tripod, and upon closer inspection, it was actually a human form.

Their bodies curled up, twisted and struggled, their faces were full of pained expressions, their bones were broken, and their broken bodies were dragged, struggling and howling.

The sound of soldiers fighting and fighting came suddenly, piercing the spirit platform of the young boy Xiaobai.

puff~
The young boy Xiao Bai suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.

His face was pale and he was shaking.

"This, this is..."

"This is the true spirit of man!"

"Our yin gods and ghosts, in fact, many of them are human corpses, transformed by emotions, grievances, evil spirits, and obsessions."

"We come from people, but we're not people."

"Only this ray of true spirit belongs to the human being. The true spirit comes from the human soul, but it is different from the soul. Our yin and ghosts can eat the soul, but we cannot eat the true spirit."

The old Yin Shen smiled bitterly.

"The true spirit of human beings is very mysterious, and even the Lord of Yin cannot penetrate the mystery. Fortunately, the true spirit will dissipate after a person dies."

"That mortal man on the cauldron is really alive?" The young boy Xiaobai wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dare to look at the cauldron again.

The old Yin Shen thought for a moment.

"It should have been suppressed by Da Ding, and they can't come out. These people are the dead men who used their lives to suppress the magic Ding."

"Sadly, after so many years, they still haven't been freed, and have been enduring extreme pain unless they are broken."

The young boy Xiao Bai suddenly asked with a stare.

"The price is so high. Have these people ever regretted the act of killing the gods?"

"regret?"

The old yin sneered.

"They have long since lost their memories, and they don't even know who they are. How can they still feel regret?"

The young boy was silent.

He really wanted to say it.

He vaguely felt an unyielding will, that is, even if the memory faded, he would never yield.

The old yin god continued to speak.

After that, our underworld was overwhelmed with pain and began to rectify the world. The twelve yin lords wiped out that dynasty with the power of thunder.

It is not necessary to know too much about human history, inheritance, literature, and food. If you know too much, your heart will be messed up.

And in order to cut off the way of human beings' cultivation, Yinjun collected the world's classics, wiped out the sect of cultivation, killed the aliens, and supported the Sima Dynasty.

Since then, the human race has begun to live in peace and prosper, and it has been more than a hundred years.

"Very good, very good!"

The young boy Xiaobai smiled wide-eyed.

"Master, you said that these human beings are really strange, but they have to kill gods when they have a good life with Ansheng?"

"Charm, spooky, wild monster, there are dangers everywhere. It is all thanks to the protection of our yin gods that this side is peaceful and prosperous."

"It's like chickens, ducks, pigs and cattle raised by mortals. Without the protection of mortals, these livestock would have been eaten up by ferocious beasts."

"Because of the protection of mortals, cattle and sheep can graze leisurely, and chickens and ducks can live in comfortable sheds without worrying about wind and rain."

"Isn't the relationship between mortals and our yin gods the same? Why do mortals never know how to be grateful?"

The old man nodded.

"All beings are ignorant and cannot see through these causes and effects. They only care about their own life and death, not the continuation of the race. They are selfish!"

"However, we yin gods don't need gratitude from mortals. Our relationship with them is more like a dead end and a mutual dependence."

"Without mortals, our yin gods have no food and will starve to death."

"Without the yin god, mortals lose their protection, and the race cannot continue." The old yin god explained.

"master."

The young boy Xiao Bai suddenly sternly said.

"I must cultivate well and protect this peaceful and prosperous world. Everyone is ignorant and can't see through these causes and effects. We still need to be educated more."

The old man suddenly shook his head.

"It's not that all mortals are ignorant. There was once a mortal in history who had great wisdom and could see through the relationship between Yin God and mortals at a glance."

"Who is this person?"

"His name is Sima Yuanzhao."

……

(End of this chapter)