brother is right

Chapter 125

Song Yin thought it was weird.

From his point of view, the water in this lake is between ghosts and monsters, and both have aura, but no matter whether it is the components of monsters or ghosts, they have not reached a critical point. Although there is resentment, the resentment is not It is self-generated by the lake water, but it is forced by something, which seems very strange.

But no matter what, the lake must have changed.

"Protect?"

A sallow-faced and thin man stood out from the crowd, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted, "How can I protect it?! My mother, my wife, and my child! They all fell into the lake, how can it be protected!"

"I'm waiting now, just waiting for the call of the lake, and then die! If it's really protection, why don't you let us go! It's obviously the water that hurts people, it's something that hurts people!!"

"Damn, why did you talk to my senior brother!"

Wang Qi was panting heavily, and glared at the man.

"What? Can you still kill me?! I can't die, and you can't die now! Everyone will be the same in the end!" the man said without any fear.

Wang Qizheng was bragging, clenching his fists and was about to move forward, but Song Yin shook his head and waved his hands to stop Wang Qizheng's pace.

"You were meant to die."

Song Yin said in a deep voice: "It's just lake water, not people. It's not so much protecting you as it is protecting itself, and you are just a part of it. For it, reclaim the life here and ensure its own survival. , is the most important thing.”

"This grass, this tree, the creatures of this land, the life of this land, as long as the existence that relies on it, will be 'protected' by it, and will be taken into the water at last, because the lake has to live by itself, in order to fight against The kind of seeds that can take away life will only act according to instinct."

"So. Are we hopeless?" the village head asked.

Song Yin raised his hand, and a ball of white fire appeared in his hand. At the same time, a wisp of yellow wind also appeared from his sleeve.

"I have two methods, one is Daohuo, which can restrain all methods, and the other is Yellow Wind, which can destroy life, and can also regenerate bones and make flesh. But it is useless to you."

"In the beginning, I could save you all. But it has been several years, and you can wait for several years without eating or drinking. If you are a Qi refiner, I still have a way. But you are just a mortal, once I Start refining, and your years will be accelerated directly, spanning three years, your body can't bear the needs of the past three years, and you will die directly."

The village chief stared blankly at the direction of the lake, and murmured, "It's just because I planted the seeds."

"Yes, it's just because of this. I'm sorry. The purpose of our Golden Immortal Gate is to help the world and save people, but now... I can't save you."

Anger appeared in Song Yin's eyes, and the flames in his hands rose by three points for no reason, "But those evil ways, I will not let them go!"

"Then let me wait and stay here." The village head sighed: "Daxian, don't worry about what I'm waiting for, let's take Doctor Bell and go."

Song Yin was silent at this moment, standing there without speaking for a long time.

Wang Qizheng thought that the senior brother couldn't bear it, so he persuaded: "Senior brother, then take the bell and go, if you can't control it, how can you control it."

Zhang Feixuan at the back stared blankly, then suddenly thought of something, walked over and said, "Brother, could it be that you want the lake water?"

"Ah."

Song Yin closed his eyes, nodded and said: "Only by refining the lake can this land lose its protection, but once it is refined."

Needless to say, everyone understands the latter.

Without the lake water, the years of these people will be lifted, and Song Yin has no way to save the people here.

Daohuo can refine everything, but it cannot satiate people.

Although Huangfeng can grow bones and make flesh, it can't withstand the erosion of time.

because they're just mortals
"Sorry, I'm only at the Qi Refining Realm, and I don't have the supernatural power to reverse time and rivers." Song Yin said.

The village chief looked at the dazed-eyed child Song Yin was holding, shook his head, and said, "You don't have to blame yourself, this matter has nothing to do with Daxian, but Daxian speaks quickly. At this time, even if you trick me OK."

"Golden Immortal Sect members, I will not do deceitful things, I will not hide my purpose and actions!"

Song Yin said seriously: "My junior sister is also trapped here, but she can live, so I want to save her. I also want to save you, but I really have no way."

"clear."

The village head nodded and said, "So this time, I will definitely die, right?"

"Yes, no matter how much you stop me, I will definitely save people. If it takes a while, I won't even be able to save my junior sister." Song Yin said.

The village chief looked at the people in the village and said, "What do you think?"

"Anyway, enough is enough!"

The yellow and thin man looked at Song Yin: "You said, you want to kill the evil way that gave us the seeds?"

"Must kill!"

"Okay, trust you once, if you don't kill him, I'll haunt you as a ghost!" the man gritted his teeth.

"You motherfucker."

Wang Qi was about to open his mouth to curse, but looking into the man's eyes, he suddenly couldn't open his mouth.

"I'm going to die. Forget it. It's almost time. My husband, my mother, and my children are all gone. It's time for me."

"It's almost there. I also feel like I'm about to be summoned. After all, I've survived for so long, and I'm going to die sooner or later. It's better to change my life."

"Do I have incense? Can I burn paper if I die?"

A group of people were chattering there, but the core meaning was obvious.

They are willing to die!

"This great fairy."

The village chief cupped his hands and said: "After I die, can I erect a monument here to tell all this and let people know my past, so that other people will not fall into this situation. Of course, if there is a cloak tomb Well, I don’t have to force you to pay homage or something during festivals and festivals.”

Song Yin opened his eyes, looked at the group of people whose faces became calm, and said slowly: "Yes."

"Thank you Daxian."

The village head bowed first, and the rest bowed together.

"Born here and raised here, this lake treats us well, no matter what. Everyone, give this body to that lake."

The village head was leaning on crutches, and was about to take the dull-eyed child from Song Yin's hand, but he pulled it, but it didn't.

"Great Immortal, let go. This child is going to die." The village head said.

Song Yin clenched his other hand tightly, and the back of his hand was full of veins. His face was extremely serious, but in the end, he let go of his hand.

The village chief took his hand and led the people towards the lake.

Song Yin just followed behind them, step by step, watching them come to the lake.

The water of the lake is calm and rippling, and it glows under the sun. If it weren't for the drought around here, it would just look like an ordinary lake.

This group of people walked into the lake one by one, first with their feet submerged in the lake, then their calves, and then their thighs.

At this time, someone's shoulders were loose and they were sobbing softly.

After all, that is death.

Not everyone can die calmly.

The village head turned around at this time, and bowed his hands to Song Yin again: "Daxian, don't forget our promise."

Song Yin closed his eyes and shed tears.

Their bodies were half submerged in the lake, as if they had melted, their clothes fell off and floated on the lake, while the people had completely disappeared and merged with the lake.

Song Yin stood there in a daze, silent for a long time.

Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng looked at each other, neither sad nor happy.

That's how the world is.
The death of mortals has been seen too much.

And this kind of death is nothing to be miserable about.

Gao Sishu, on the other hand, looked at Song Yin in a daze, his eyes full of fluctuations.

Why cry for the death of mortals?

Back then, a lot of it was taken for granted.
"Brother?"

Seeing Song Yin standing still, Zhang Feixuan said cautiously, "It's time to do something."

Song Yin opened his eyes, looked at the lake, and took a deep breath.

"I have a long way to go!"

(End of this chapter)