Under One Person: I, who practiced the Heaven-shading Method, was exposed

Chapter 84: Xiao Shitou is dead? No! He is reborn in blood!

In the world under One Person, Lu Linglong's voice trembled a little: "Shi Hao... really made people cry. His injuries and his choices are so heartbreaking."

Zhang Chulan sighed: "Yes, his tenacity and selflessness are really admirable. For the sake of his family and brother, he would rather bear all the pain himself."

Tears sparkled in Hua'er's eyes: "His fate is so rough, I really sympathize with him."

Xu San said: "Shi Hao's injury is indeed serious, and the risk of transplanting the sacral bone is extremely high. But for the sake of his family, he chose not to take the risk. This spirit is really touching."

Xu Si said: "Yes, although his choice was difficult, it was full of selflessness and sacrifice. This spirit is worth learning for each of us."

He expressed strong condemnation of the actions of the old Taoist priest and Lu Jin.

The old Taoist priest said angrily: "That guy from Qinshou City, in order to save the immortal bone in Qin Hao's body, actually did this to Shi Hao. He is so despicable and shameless!"

Lu Jin also snorted coldly: "This kind of behavior of disregarding the lives of others for personal gain is simply outrageous."

Feng Zhenghao sighed, "Shi Hao's parents are also in a dilemma. On one hand, there is their son's life and death, and on the other hand, there is the future of the family. It's really not easy for them."

Feng Shayan said softly: "At the last moment of his life, Shi Hao was still concerned about his family and brother. This kind of family love is really touching."

Feng Xingtong also echoed: "Yes, his experience was really tragic. I hope he can rest in peace in another world."

Sister Baoer seemed to see her own shadow in Shi Hao. She said, "Only Shi Village and the old patriarch are truly good to Shi Hao. They don't seek his fame and status, they just hope that he can be safe and healthy."

Zhang Chulan also nodded and said, "Yes, this kind of sincere emotion is really touching."

As everyone discussed, the atmosphere on the scene became increasingly heavy.

Everyone was moved by Shi Hao's experience and was full of expectations and attention to the development of the plot.

Shi Hao, all he wants is to live a peaceful life with his relatives and friends, and enjoy the good life.

However, the Seven Gods descended upon the world, the situation changed, and his world collapsed in an instant. He had no choice but to step forward and build a wall with his flesh and blood to protect his loved ones.

The old patriarch stood in front of Shi Hao's bed, looking at his pale and tired face, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

He recalled Shi Hao's childhood, that naughty and cute child, but now he was lying here, his life or death uncertain. He gently stroked Shi Hao's head and said in a choked voice: "Child, you must hold on."

Shi Hao opened his eyes slightly and saw the worried face of the clan leader. A warm feeling surged in his heart. He forced a smile and said, "Clan leader, I'm fine. Don't worry, I will get better."

At this time, a group of children ran in. When they saw Shi Hao waking up, they all surrounded him happily. They all said in unison: "Brother Shi Hao, you finally woke up!" "We missed you so much!" "You must get better soon and take us to get bird eggs and drink animal milk!"

Listening to the innocent words of the children, Shi Hao's heart was filled with warmth. He smiled and said to the children, "Okay, when I get better, I'll take you with me."

The old patriarch looked at this scene, and his worries were slightly relieved. He took Shi Hao's hand and said softly: "Child, let's go home. Shi Village is your home. No matter how many storms there are outside, we will face them together."

Shi Hao nodded, with a gleam of determination in his eyes. He knew that he could not fall down, because he still had family and friends who needed his protection. He would stand up firmly and face all challenges and difficulties. Because he was Shi Hao, the hero who never gave up.

Shi Hao stood there with a smile on his face, tears silently falling. His eyes swept across every corner of Shi Village affectionately, as if he wanted to engrave everything here into his heart.

"Hao'er, you're back." The old patriarch walked over tremblingly, his eyes full of excitement and reluctance.

Shi Hao nodded, his voice hoarse: “Patriarch, I want to see them, see everyone in Shi Village.”

The patriarch remained silent, and with a wave of his hand, the tribesmen of Shi Village gathered around him, their faces full of concern and expectation.

However, Shi Hao's physical condition continued to deteriorate.

The people of Shi Village took out all their treasures, the fountain of youth, precious medicine, holy medicine... but none of these could restore his lost vitality.

The Shi Kingdom even mobilized the whole country to search for all kinds of rare and precious medicines in the world, and to find the recipes to make medicine for Shi Hao. However, all was in vain.

The spiritual world also sent people over, bringing with them various secret methods, but they were also unable to find a way to save Shi Hao.

"Hao'er, you...you must hold on!" The old patriarch held Shi Hao's hand tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Shi Hao smiled slightly and shook his head: "Chief, I... I'm tired."

As he finished speaking, the faint flame of life finally went out. He closed his eyes, reluctantly and unwillingly, and completely lost his breath.

"Hao'er!" The old patriarch cried out in grief, and he seemed to have lost his support and collapsed to the ground. The tribesmen of Shi Village also cried out in pain, and the whole Shi Village was immersed in grief.

The death of Shi Hao shocked the entire Shi Kingdom. In the capital, countless powerful people and important figures mourned for the former emperor.

He was the emperor of the Stone Country and the pride of the Stone Village. When the Seven Gods descended to the mortal world, he protected all living beings with his own strength, killed the Seven Gods, and brought peace to the Stone Country and the Stone Village. His departure made countless people feel sad.

"Mom, where is the Human Emperor?" A child looked up and asked the mother beside him.

The mother stroked her child's head, her eyes full of tenderness and sadness: "He has gone to the most beautiful place."

"Will he come back?" the child asked.

The mother was silent for a moment, then said firmly: "Yes, one day, he will come back. He will come back with more strength and wisdom to protect each and every one of us."

The eight regions were shaken, and Shi Hao's name was at its peak. However, heroes eventually came to an end, and Shi Hao's death made heaven and earth mourn.

Outside Shi Village, villagers stood silently on the yellow earth graves, tears silently falling. Shi Hao's coffin lay quietly inside, as if still guarding the land he loved so much.

"Little one, are you really gone?" an old man asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of reluctance and grief.

"Dad, Mom, Brother Shi Hao..." The children choked with sobs and could not continue speaking.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and the ministers of the Shi Kingdom and the surviving Taoists came one after another to see Shi Hao off. They looked at the yellow earth grave, and endless grief welled up in their hearts.

"It is a great misfortune for our Shi Kingdom that such a great hero has passed away!" sighed a minister.

"My dear friend Shi Hao, although you are gone, your bravery and legend will be recorded in the history books forever!" said an elder of the Taoist sect in a deep voice.

As time went by, Shi Hao's coffin remained motionless. The grass on the grave grew taller and taller, green and lush, but it could not hide the deep sorrow.

At the same time, in the world of Under One Person, everyone was also mourning the death of Shi Hao.

"Shi Hao, are you really gone? I don't believe it!" Lu Linglong's eyes were red and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Brother Shi Hao, you are the best. How can you leave us like this?" Hua'er burst into tears.

"Do you think Shi Hao is the legendary Emperor Huang Tian? Does his death mean the end of an era?" Zhang Chulan asked suddenly. As soon as this was said, the whole scene exploded.

Everyone expressed their opinions, some believed that Shi Hao was Emperor Huang Tian, ​​while others believed that it was just a coincidence.

And on the whole nature side.

"Humph! You're pretending to be a hero and uphold justice, but you deserve this!"

"That's right! You should just do what you want! Do whatever you want, and why do you care about the life and death of Shiguo?! This Shihao should learn my Quanxing's style, only then will he have a chance to climb to the top."

Seeing Shi Hao's passing, Quan Xing suddenly became sarcastic.

Shi Hao's death plunged the Eight Regions into grief. However, life must go on and there is still hope for the future.

Although the villagers were heartbroken, they knew that Shi Hao hoped they could live strong. So they wiped away their tears, cheered up again, and continued to protect this land.

And everyone in the world of Under One Person also found new expectations in their grief.

Above the sky, a line of large characters streaked across the sky like a meteor, shining brightly and illuminating every corner of the continent.

"Shi Hao, your journey to the lower world is over, but the legend is not over yet. I am waiting for your return."

The world is under one person, and everyone is shocked.

"Brother Shi Hao, are you really still alive?" Lu Linglong was confused and doubtful, with a slight tremor in her voice.

"Maybe, the predictions on the sky screen have never been wrong." Hua Eryi sighed softly, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes.

"If Shi Hao can really come back to life, that would be such a miracle." Feng Zhenghao murmured to himself.

"Shi Hao will definitely stand up again, and his legend will never end here." Lu Linglong said firmly.

Huaer nodded in agreement: "Yes, Brother Shihao's will is as strong as iron. He will definitely create a miracle again."

"Shi Hao, are you really still alive?" Quan Xing Xia He stared at the light curtain with her beautiful eyes, her heart full of anticipation.

In Shi Village, Shi Hao's coffin still lies there quietly, his life or death unknown.

Shi Ziling and Shi Mu looked at each other in silence, their eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

"I will go to the upper realm to seek justice for Haoer!" Shi Ziling's voice was firm and powerful, as if it could penetrate the thick clouds and reach the sky.

Shi's mother's eyes were filled with tears. She gently stroked the coffin, as if she could feel her son's breath. "I want to stay here, accompany Hao'er, until he wakes up."

The old patriarch sat beside Shi Hao's grave, holding in his hand the leather bag that had once been used to feed Shi Hao beast milk, his eyes full of memories and emotion.

“Hao’er, when you were a kid you always asked about the world outside the mountains. I really shouldn’t have agreed to let you go out…” The old patriarch’s voice was filled with endless regret and pain, as if it could penetrate time and space and return to that innocent era.

Shi Hao's playmates also came to the grave. They talked about the past and recalled the happy times they spent with Shi Hao.

"Brother Hao, do you still remember the days when we went hunting in the mountains together? At that time, you could always find the best prey, which made us all envious." A playmate said with a smile, but tears were flashing in his eyes.

Just then, several children wearing bellybands ran over, holding wild flowers in their hands and with innocent smiles on their faces.

"Brother Hao, we are here to see you!" the children shouted loudly, and then placed wild flowers on the grave.

Er Zhuang looked at the children, frowned, and scolded them: "You little bastards, why don't you weed the grave for Brother Hao? Look at this grave, the grass has grown so high!"

The children lowered their heads after being scolded, but there was no dissatisfaction in their eyes. Instead, they became more determined to miss and respect Shi Hao.

The weather was still gloomy. Although the rain had stopped, the sun still hadn't shown up.

It seemed as if even God felt sad and helpless about Shi Hao's experience.

In the wilderness, a group of children surrounded Er Zhuang, their eyes full of confusion and fatigue.

"Uncle Erzhuang, we weed the ground every day, but why does the grass grow faster than us?" A child pointed at the lush green grass, his face full of helplessness.

Er Zhuang frowned, walked forward, and pulled out a blade of grass. Unexpectedly, as soon as the grass was pulled out, a new blade of grass emerged from the small pit, and it grew tall in the blink of an eye.

"This... what is this?" Er Zhuang was shocked, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

At this time, the fierce beasts Xiaohong and Maoqiu from the wilderness heard the news and came over. They were well-informed and stared at the grass with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

"This... could it be the immortal grass?" Xiaohong asked hesitantly.

"Immortal grass?" Er Zhuang and the children looked at each other.

"That's right. The Immortal Grass keeps the body from rotting because it can keep the spirit from dissipating." Maoqiu explained.

Hearing this, everyone's heart sank. They originally thought that this grass might be related to Shi Hao, but unexpectedly it was just the immortal grass.

The old patriarch rushed over upon hearing the news, and as he looked at the grassland, a trace of grief flashed in his eyes. He looked up to the sky and sighed, "Shi Hao, Shi Hao, you are gone, and even God doesn't want you to leave?"

Shi Hao, the former hero of the Stone Kingdom, has now passed away.

His departure plunged the Stone Kingdom into chaos.

All the major sects joined forces, trying to take advantage of the situation and bring the Stone Kingdom into their possession.

However, at this moment, a strange phenomenon appeared in Shi Hao's tomb.

The grass on the grave grew taller and taller, as if to cover everything. And from within the grave, a faint sound of heartbeat could be heard.

"Is this... Shi Hao's heartbeat?" The old patriarch was doubtful and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

The tribe leader, Maoqiu and Xiaohong decided to keep watch to see what the strange phenomenon was. As night fell, there was silence around the tomb, except for the increasingly strong heartbeat.

Suddenly, a golden light shot up from the tomb, illuminating the entire night sky. Everyone exclaimed, and saw Shi Hao's figure slowly rising in the golden light.

Shi Hao slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a crystal clear water ball, in which were reflected many familiar yet unfamiliar faces.

(End of this chapter)