God Killer

Firecrackers and singing and dancing celebrations do not mean that people in the city do not know what is going on with Mengxiangtai. There are no fools in this world. Except for religion, no one can deceive people from generation to generation. , whoever really believes that Mengxiangtai is a good place is really a fool.

But even though they know Mengxiangtai is not a good place, everyone is still trying their best to weave this lie, beautify Mengxiangtai, and promote it as a paradise full of peace and joy. It is said that living there can live a long life, and even It is said that the first 50 years of a person are in the mortal world, and the last 50 years are in the fairyland. As far as mortals are concerned, they don't even know that they have been in the fairyland all the time, but this fairyland is not worthy of the word fairy.

All the people are trying their best to beautify Mengxiangtai because they know that they can't resist at all. Since they can't avoid such a fate, they just call themselves, at least pretend to make themselves think Mengxiangtai is a good place. They can feel better when their parents are on stage.

They described Mengxiangtai wonderfully, but they didn't realize that from the beginning to the end, the land gods never described Mengxiangtai to them. Apart from telling them the name of Mengxiangtai, the land gods never said anything about it. Where exactly is Mengxiangtai?

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the Mengxiang Stage was already filled with old people. Their appearance in groups was particularly dazzling in this city full of young people.

Zheng Xian took a condescending glance at the small building. There were almost tens of thousands of old people in the square. The faces of these old people were all stiff. For the rest of the children, some were laughing, expressing their joy, while others were numb, and some were quite anxious and nervous, even trembling slightly.

Many of them are couples of the same age who are supported by husband and wife, and some of them are husbands on stage and wives off stage, or vice versa.

Every year at this time, this square is often only the sound of firecrackers, without a single breath of human voice, it is as quiet as a tomb, and sad people dare not cry out here, because the land gods stipulate that today is Crying on a happy day is absolutely disrespectful to the gods.

At this time, ten people came out from behind the high platform. Zheng Xian lowered his hat slightly. These ten were all immortal cultivators. Each of them was wearing pitch-black robes. The sun shone on them, and their black robes were as deep as A black hole, and their bare skin seemed to glisten.

Following the arrival of these ten land gods, all the people in the entire square immediately bowed down, touching their heads to the ground in a very respectful manner.

Zheng Xian was on the second floor no longer watching the movement outside. Even if he used the armored 'eyes' to see it, in Zheng Xian's opinion, it was not very safe, at least not for a long time. .

At this time, Zheng Xian was listening with all his attention. Relying on his powerful hearing ability, Zheng Xian could almost know [-]% of what happened outside that could be seen by the naked eye. Interference and become more and more blurred.

Of course, Zheng Xian can change this blurred distance by concentrating on it, just like a spotlight, where it shines brightly.

At this time, Zheng Xian focused his attention on the stage of Dreamland.

The immortal cultivators of the ten land gates were silent, and at this moment, dozens of black-robed and red-mouthed slaves bowed their waists and walked up to the Dreamland Terrace respectfully.

Zheng Xian, who was listening to the voice, was slightly surprised, and his armored electronic eyes glanced at them. It was the first time he had seen a guy with his back bent like this, and Zheng Xian believed that they could no longer straighten their waists. The spine has been completely deformed, and it has become like this, which is completely caused by external force. Is this the first-class slaves?The person in charge of this city under the gods of the land?

Zheng Xian suddenly understood something. There were many eunuchs serving the emperor in ancient times. If he wanted to serve the emperor, he would have to be tortured and cut off his descendants. And these slaves, maybe the same, if they wanted to be under one person With the existence of more than ten thousand people, it seems that there is definitely a lot to pay.

The entire city is sick, and everything is moving in the most extensive direction.

More than a dozen slaves bowed their waists and held torches, and lit the big cauldron in the middle of Mengxiang Terrace. The flames burst into flames, and then a dark round hole appeared in the air. Zheng Xian took another look to make sure that the round hole was the The way to another world, obviously this world is Mengxiangtai.

Everything was spent silently and peacefully, no one uttered a sound, no matter how much grief was in his heart, it was numb at this moment.

Old Zhang sat on the chair obliquely, his eyes fixed on Wang Er who was not far away from him and was waiting for him to die with a smile on his face.

Old Zhangtou hated himself secretly. At this moment, he had no strength in his whole body. Others could just stand up, but he couldn't stand up at all, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart.

Old Zhangtou was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears. He thought that he would leave alone at the end of his life, but he never expected that someone would come to see him off today.

I saw Li Si standing under the stage with a slightly sad expression in his eyes.

Lao Zhangtou was kicked by a donkey when he was a child and couldn't give birth to a child, so Lao Zhangtou, who likes children very much, often hugged Li Si when he was a child to play in the city. At that time, Li Si was like Lao Zhangtou himself. Same.

The relationship between the two families was quite harmonious. As a result, after sending the two old people away to Mengxiangtai, when they separated, Lao Zhangtou and Li Si's mother had some conflicts. After that, the two families never communicated again, and later Lao Zhangtou started business. After losing money, life became more and more difficult every day. As a result, a serious illness struck at this time, causing Lao Zhangtou to lose his home and living on the street. The head can go home with him to live.

At that time, Li Si's mother was seriously ill and died. It stands to reason that there is no need to continue the grievances of the previous generation, but it is a pity that Zhang Tou has a bad temper. This nephew will get along well.

Now he has no land, no room, and his family wealth is gone, what face does he have to eat his nephew?

What's more, it's not impossible for him to survive. In Xuantian City, where immortals regard all people as their own food and cannot die easily, it is very rare to get rid of the roots of death.

So even if he didn't do anything every day, there would be food brought up eventually. Although it was just to keep him from starving to death, it was so unpalatable, but as long as he survived, he would definitely not be raised by Li Si.

Li Si approached him several times, but was always rejected by the old man. I remember the last time, he took off his shoes and drew a blood mark on Li Si's cheek. Since then, Li Si has never looked for him again.

In fact, when the sole of the shoe was pulled down that day, Zhangtou regretted it. Over the past few years, he often woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, always dreaming of the shoe that was raised high, and the loud snap.

Old Zhangtou has always felt that Li Si is blaming him, and he always blames himself and feels uneasy. Today, seeing Li Si standing under the stage with sad eyes, he came to see him off. Old Zhangtou seemed to understand that Li Sigen had never blamed him. In this world, what relationship can be closer than blood relatives?

Old Zhangtou looked at Li Si softly, their eyes collided, then Old Zhangtou moved his gaze away and landed on Wang Er.

His old head is going to die, and he must take this damned Wang Er away.

Old Zhangtou didn't intend to tell Li Si about Wang Er's rape of Li Si's wife. Sometimes it's better for some people to live in a daze, especially at this time, Lao Zhangtou felt the deepest emotion about it.

What is the purpose of being so clear in one's life?Back then, what he and Li Si's mother earned was nothing more than a jade bracelet. Thinking about it now, how much is that broken thing worth?

Even if it was valuable, wouldn't it have to be pawned off with Lao Zhangtou's serious illness?Staying in Li Si's mother's hands can somewhat guarantee that this family heirloom will not be taken by outsiders.

If it wasn't because he didn't know how to back down, would the relationship with Li Si be so awkward and rigid?

And does he make a living by picking up trash on the street?As for sleeping on the cold and hard ground every day?

After all, isn't it because of the little things that life doesn't bring and death don't take away?This has been delayed for several years, so what?

So he hoped that Li Si could live a more confused life.

The reason why Wang Er had to take away the scourge was because Wang Er, a kid who had tasted the sweetness, would never let it go. Li Si had to go out of the city to farm every day to earn money to support his family.On the other hand, Wang Er is idle and wandering around every day. Such a guy can't stop him from holding back bad words. He, Zhang Cheng, must not ask Wang Er to continue pestering Li Si any longer.He knew very well that if Wang Er continued to entangle, Li Si might lose his family.

Zhang Cheng is too clear about Li Si's temperament. Everything else is good, but he can't let go of women, especially his wife. He really holds it in his palm like a pearl. Who bullied him? His woman, honestly, he would definitely kill with a knife.

In Xuantian City, murder is a felony among the felonies, and it is to be strung on human pillars and displayed on the west side of the square. Zhang Cheng does not hope that one day, Li Si will be strung on those wooden sticks.

The Dream Returning Ceremony was simple and fast, and no one said a word to Ren He from the beginning to the end.

Ordinary people may regard this as a custom, but Zheng Xian understands that the reason why it is so simple and quick is entirely because the immortal cultivators of the ten land gates are too lazy to waste time on mortals.