The whole family went crazy listening to my thoughts, I was responsible for feeding.

Lu Zhengyue sent his sister back to the general's mansion.

He rushed back to the hospital again. He had to keep watch at all times, otherwise the desperate people would cause trouble and be far more terrible than the plague.

Lu Chaochao was lying on the bed, and the fire of burning corpses illuminated half of the sky.

But it still can't be burned, not at all.

"Chaochao, don't be afraid, Sister Aning will accompany you." After Wen Ning washed Chaochao, he patted Chaochao's belly and sang a lullaby softly.

Lu Chaochao was a little tired today, and soon his eyelids trembled and he fell into a deep sleep.

Late at night, everything is silent.

Lu Chaochao suddenly opened his eyes, there was an evil aura, and...

The chaotic aura of the gods.

She glanced at Sister An Ning, secretly passed through a touch of spiritual energy, and protected Sister Wen Ning's body.

Then the little guy rolled out of bed on his hands and knees.

Opening the door, she put on her underwear and ran out with small steps.

The night in the deserted city was silent and somewhat intrusive.

Lu Chaochao was small in stature and had aura close to him, so he did not alarm anyone.

She followed the remaining breath and searched forward, and sure enough...

I saw an evil figure again.

"The soul is back..."

"The soul is back..." He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance is very good, but his eyes are in a trance and he has no consciousness.

He took three steps and kowtowed, whispering the words "The soul is back" in his mouth. Every time he kowtows, the black mist on his body will become thicker.

The scent of incense on his body became darker and darker.

He has lost his mind during many years of searching.

About to fall into boundless darkness.

"Didn't you find someone? Your obsession is gone, why don't you go home?" Lu Chaochao followed him.

"Did you cause the plague? They have the incense of the gods on their bodies, and they have offended the gods." Lu Chaochao affirmed.

Lu Chaochao followed him step by step, watching him kowtow every three steps, expressing his most sincere sincerity to God.

Watching him helplessly, he walked outside the underground palace.

Lu Chaochao's eyelids twitched.

At some point, a strong wind swept up the sky and filled the sky with sand. Lu Chaochao could hardly see everything in front of him.

She was pushed back by the strong wind and struggled to stand firm.

"What are you going to do?" Lu Chaochao murmured in a low voice.

He watched helplessly as Xie Sui's feet lifted off the ground, floating in mid-air, and stood in the center of the storm.

"Anyone who insults her underground palace will die."

"This is the world she worked so hard to save, and her body was sacrificed to the mountains and the earth. Why did you treat her like this?"

"Why disturb her undead?" He whispered softly in the strong wind, his eyes red.

"Damn it, damn it all..."

"Is this terrible world worth her all?"

"The ways of heaven are unfair, the ways of heaven are unfair, the ways of heaven are unfair..."

"I am willing to turn my god into a demon... and fall into the boundless... hell. Overthrow this injustice..."

Lu Chaochao was startled.

"Hiss..." Lu Chaochao suddenly exclaimed. Feeling that his chest was extremely hot, the little guy screamed and took out the Divine Record from his arms.

"It's so hot, so hot, why is the record of the gods so hot!" Lu Chaochao screamed as it was hot.

I saw the God Record without Wind automatically turning to the night when the God of War returned.

The name of the God of War flashed crazily, and large areas of thick black fog began to fill.

Intermittent images appeared above.

I saw a man in silver armor, holding a sharp sword in his hand, looking down at the world.

His soul escaped from the divine world and broke all pride.

He took three steps and kowtowed, hitting his head heavily on the ground. As he walked, he said: "Master, my soul has returned..."

"Master, this disciple is here to weave your soul."

"Master, it's time to go home." After Lu Chaochao sacrificed, the soul fragments were scattered throughout the three realms. Even she couldn't tell how many pieces there were.

But he kowtowed in three steps, weaving the soul step by step, and found the broken soul bit by bit.

Go through a day, go through a year, go through ten years, go through a hundred years...

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Until, the soul began to get lost in the three realms. He forgot his name, forgot his past, and became an evil spirit that everyone in the world fears.

He only remembers his mission.

Weaving souls, weaving souls...

The soul is back...

Lu Chaochao suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The little guy's eyes were red, and there were tears hanging in the corners of his eyes that stubbornly refused to fall.

"Xinghui!" A shrill cry interrupted the evil whisper.

Lu Chaochao pointed at Xinghui, breathing heavily.

The strong wind ruffled her hair, and her messy hair blocked her eyes. She turned around and looked up at her.

Look straight into her eyes.

Lu Chaochao's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and his voice was trembling: "Xinghui... come here."

The Xinghui War God, who had already entered the demon state, had a moment of clarity.

She didn't recognize her disciple!

She's so stupid.

In her memory, Xing Hui was a cheerful young man who loved to laugh and uphold justice.

A child who always wants to travel to the end of the world with a sword, wants to eliminate all evil in the world and restore peace to the world.

But now...

Wrapped in demonic aura, lost in thousands of years of prayer.

Xing Hui hung high in the air, looking at her quietly.

"If you don't come, I will ignore you again!" Lu Chaochao looked at him with his mouth bulging, humming softly.

"If you don't come, I will tell the believers about your embarrassing story?"

"Hmph, the superior God of War dug a hole for my spirit melon, ate it with a spoon, and then peed in it. I cut open the spirit melon and was splashed with urine." Lu Chaochao said with a groan.

The evil spirit in mid-air shook violently.

He moved slightly and stood in front of her.

He looked at Lu Chaochao intently, his confused eyes staring at her blankly, his lips slightly parted...

"Don't become a fallen god!"

Once a god rebels from the God Realm and becomes a fallen god, he will be hunted down by the entire God Realm.

"Don't be afraid, I'm back. I will never leave." Lu Chaochao gently touched his soul.

His soul was extremely weak, his godhead was unstable, and half of his legs had become evil spirits.

At this moment, the sky is getting brighter.

Lu Chaochao found the jade bottle from the space and put Xing Hui's soul into it.

She looked up towards the deserted city.

At this moment, the lights in the deserted city are brightly lit, and the noise can be heard from a distance.

Lu Chaochao hurried back to Huangcheng.

Outside the gate of the General's Mansion, countless people gathered in a crowd. Many people's faces were covered with terrible red spots, and they looked crazy and desperate.

"General Lu, you lied to us!"

"We are hopeless, we can't get out!!" Everyone roared heartbreakingly.

Lu Zhengyue stood at the door with a stern look on his face: "Your Majesty has sent a medical team to Huangcheng. He will never abandon any of his subjects! Everyone believes in the imperial court and your Majesty!"

"It's all fake, it's all fake. Are you still lying to us now?"

"The imperial doctors are helpless. They have no antidote at all! There are countless casualties in the city. They can't control it. They can't control it! You lied to us. Your Majesty has given up on the deserted city! Your Majesty has ordered the massacre of the city!!"

Hope was shattered in everyone's eyes, leaving only despair.

"If the epidemic gets out of control, the city will be massacred."

"We have to get out! We can't sit still and wait for death. With so many of us, can't we break out of the deserted city?" (End of Chapter)