Hell: Summon Two-dimensional to work

Chapter 87 Taishan Prefecture Monarch Festival

Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice is the secret of yin and yang Taoism. As the supreme god of life and death, the prestige of Emperor Dongyue is not only in China, but also in Japan.

As long as you sincerely pray to the Great God of Dongyue Taishan and use your own life as a condition, you can reach a contract and bring the victim back to life.

This is a forbidden technique of life and death!
The man obviously knew this too, his body was trembling with fear, and his eyes were full of fear.

But he did not give up halfway, and still prayed and prayed over and over again.

He is obviously afraid of death, but he transcends biological instincts and is willing to sacrifice himself to resurrect others.

If not a close relative, who else is worthy of doing this?

He wanted to revive his father. As an unfilial son, he felt for the first time the feeling of losing a loved one.

People's emotions are complex and changeable. At the end of last month, the man was still arguing with the other party, but now he is willing to sacrifice his life.

He will never forget that it was the first time that his father, who was struggling with illness in the hospital bed, saw the tears of this strong man.

What a look!

Reluctance, concern, grief... Maybe all the sufferings in the world are contained in it.

A creature is afraid of death, but as a father, he is even more afraid of his home after death.

When the pillars crashed down, the result was the collapse of the entire house.

"Dad, I'm sorry!"

There was no one in the hospital corridor, only the man was remorseful and choked up.

The heavy panting of the ventilator and the wailing of the heartbeat monitor, these cold machines have been stating the cruel facts.

He could only watch his father die, but he was powerless.

When many people are about to die, they always talk nonsense, cut a certain fragment of memory into countless parts, and then piece them together.

"Study hard, you will be successful in the future..."

This is the first sentence of my father.

"How's work going?"

This is the second sentence of my father.

The man had been listening quietly, while the father was looking up at the ceiling, his eyes gradually lost.

Like a stone sculpture, he had been lying on the hospital bed blankly. After a long time, he slowly showed a somewhat stiff smile.

"My child's mother, I've made up my mind, let's call her Miyata Juri..."

……

The lights of the hospital were brightly lit, illuminating the nearby streets, but above the rooftop, there was only darkness and a biting cold wind.

"Pray to Lord Taishan to bring my father back to life!" the man pleaded sincerely.

That voice was like a drowning man struggling to catch the illusory straws.

He tried to make the legendary Emperor Dongyue, who had a soul in the sky, hear his call.

Taishan Prefecture King Festival!
The cold wind gradually subsided, and the dark night, like a mist, was dispersed by the soft and bright moonlight, shivering in a corner.

At some point, Xia Li stood beside him, silently watching the man who was kneeling and begging.

Immediately, I saw the pattern placed on the roof again. The white candles were like dark flames. They swayed without wind, as if they were calling loudly.

He really wanted to tell the other party that your pattern was actually wrong, but when he saw the man's sadness, he fell silent.

"Death cannot be resurrected..."

The gentle voice of the young man came from behind leisurely, like the dawn of salvation, waking up the confused people.

The man was slightly taken aback, and immediately turned around, bursting with ecstasy.

"Master Taishan Mansion?!"

Although the appearance is inconsistent with the rumors, the awe deep in his heart will not lie.

The boy in front of him must be the God of Mount Tai!

Xia Li didn't respond, but said calmly: "Life has its own rules, death does not mean the end, it may be a new beginning."

Today, he is not fully empowered. Due to the lack of the "life" part, the Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice cannot be realized.

Taking a step back, even if it could be used, Xia Li didn't intend to satisfy the other party's wish.

In his eyes, the so-called Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice is just a joke of the gods.

Because every life is a unique existence, they may be noble or humble, but they also have their own souls.

If because of a sacrifice, the other party's right to survive is obliterated, then go to save the dead.

This is actually a kind of desecration of life.

It is true that Xia Li is the God of Mount Tai, but he will not forcefully change it. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of life, and it is something that living beings must experience.

Unless there is a sudden disaster, that kind of unexpected death, he will give a helping hand, and it is impossible to intervene too much.

As for the legendary book of life and death, which records how many months of this year he will die, in his opinion, it is all nonsense.

It's just a record, not a rule.

No one can control the fate of others, even the high gods are not qualified.

Therefore, even if he wanted to trade his life for his life, Xia Li would still not agree.

But when these words fell into the man's ears, his complexion changed, and he begged bitterly.

"As long as I can save my dad, I'm willing to do anything, please, my lord!"

Xia Li fell into a long silence when he saw the other party begging on his knees and staring at him with hopeful eyes.

He was not born a god, he was also a human being before, so he naturally understands the pain of separation.

"Take a good night's sleep. There's nothing I can do now."

Tapping the man's forehead with his fingers, the latter's originally excited expression suddenly fell into a coma.

Xia Li sighed slightly, cleaned up the altar on the roof, and added a layer of spells to let the man spend the long night comfortably.

After finishing these, he was ready to leave this place.

"I didn't expect that the legendary Lord Taishan was so benevolent."

Suddenly, a beautiful female voice hovered over the rooftop.

Xia Li frowned slightly, looked beside the iron gate, and a woman looked at him calmly.

The moonlight poured down, dyeing the other party's cheeks white.

The white Hanfu is like a fairy skirt, wrapping her curvy figure tightly, and the cuffs are embroidered with a phoenix flying pattern.

The jet-black hair was long and smooth, braided into two small braids with red silk, hanging from the shoulders to the chest.

Especially against the silver background, it looks like a fairy who is not stained with mortals.

Luo Hao glanced at him lightly, then stopped paying attention, and smiled beautifully at Xia Li.

"We have finally met, the Eastern Heavenly Emperor who is in charge of life and death. Although this way of appearance is really worthy of my status as a king, it is also worthwhile to see the powerful God of Mount Tai."

"Which sect master are you?"

Xia Li couldn't remember clearly.

When the words fell to the ground, the scene fell silent, and Luo Hao's smiling expression gradually became displeased.

"It's really rude. I am the martial arts king of China, the undefeated supreme ruler of the world. Even if I have retired from the world for many years, I shouldn't be so arrogant and forget my great reputation."

Good guy, I didn't remember your name, so I'm just defiant?

Xia Li has never heard of such strange and absurd words, as expected the rumors are true, this is simply narcissism to an unimaginable level.

(End of this chapter)