The Spirit World

Chapter 734 The Useless God
[I should never promote hatred... because hatred will inevitably bring blood and violence, it is uncivilized... but the fire of hatred should always be burned, because if you do not take revenge, you are not a gentleman. You can only say that hatred is uncivilized, but you cannot prevent people who have hatred from taking revenge, otherwise they would be beasts in human clothing.]

Chang Yufeng stuck the sword into the ground and called out softly to Xun Huangying. The scattered broken limbs and arms on the ground made him feel quite nauseous, and there was a fishy smell of blood.

But Xunhuangying had long disappeared, and all that could be seen was dark red blood flowing from his hands. He checked his whole body, but could hardly feel much pain. He was just a little dizzy, and he fell to the ground.

Looking at the bloody bones, I couldn't imagine what had happened here. It must have been a very brutal massacre, and there were no people to collect the bodies.

The dizziness was relieved a little, but the stench of corpse gas rushed over again, blocking his nose from the left spiracles to the right spiracles. He felt seriously ill and could not stay here any longer.

He has possessed supernatural powers since he was a child. As a descendant of the Ning family, he can naturally predict the future in dreams. Although he is not a gifted male in the Ning family, he does not have this ability.

Chang Yufeng couldn't tell the difference between reincarnation and dreams, which was mostly due to the curse in the Ning family's bloodline.

"Is there anyone..." He looked up and saw that the corpses had turned into mist, covering the place a little. Only enough space for two people could be seen around, but when he looked further, it was just a vast expanse of white.

It is hard to imagine that there are corpses scattered all over the place, and there are corpses from miles away. This place should be a battlefield or a mass grave.

There were some mournful chirping sounds, which were not too far from here and could be heard clearly. Chang Yufeng took the sword and slowly walked around to find the sound. A corpse and a broken sword every three steps frightened Chang Yufeng. After walking five steps, his steps began to tremble. He was sure that this was not a battlefield, because he saw children and women lying dead here, and next to them were some difficult roads - he had to lift his feet to step on the open spaces with blood - but he could only step over them like a dragonfly... Chang Yufeng's front foot had just landed, and his back foot could no longer find the ground.

The oriole's cry may be justified...

He couldn't bear to look down at the corpses.

He was no longer afraid of corpses, but seeing the corpses of the old and young lying all along the road, and even... He stopped looking, and couldn't bear to look, so he could only move forward slowly.

What he feared most was that this journey would never end.

"anyone there……"

He called out again, and then remained silent.

He really didn't believe that there were people here...

"Ouch... Ouch..."

In the vast fog with a smell of blood, the painful whimper of an old man was heard, which made Chang Yufeng's ears move, so he went to look for the sound.

He walked a little faster and accidentally kicked the corpses. He thought the corpses were alive, so he looked over subconsciously, but he could only see the corpses' bloodshot eyes.

“Ouch… Ouch…” The old man’s voice was sighing. He must have suffered some kind of pain. In this place that was like a mass grave, what kind of suffering could one have endured... Chang Yufeng quickened his pace. Since the old man was in trouble, he would go to help him quickly.

"Excuse me...is there anyone here? Where are you?" Chang Yufeng didn't hear the old man calling for help, so he could only go and ask again.

He originally wanted to call Xun Huangying, but decided not to do so. If Xun Huangying was there, he would have definitely responded long ago.

"No one... No one..." The old man was so scared when he saw Chang Yufeng coming out of the fog with a sword in his hand that he was talking nonsense. He slowly crawled on the ground, but he didn't know that the corpses were piled on him. He was like a bloody turtle and could only crawl away with the corpses covered in blood and tears.

"Old man..." Chang Yufeng put away his sword and jumped over quickly, but only heard the old man crying.

“Please spare my life…Please spare my life…Don’t kill me…Don’t kill me…”

"Old man... I won't kill you... Don't be afraid..."

Chang Yufeng saw the crawling old man, and the red blood also dyed Chang Yufeng's shoes red.

"You won't kill me? You've killed so many people... why bother killing another one like me..." The old man didn't listen to Chang Yufeng. He crawled and moved on the ground, but it was difficult for him to crawl too far. Chang Yufeng could only follow him, half squatting and stopping in front of the old man.

The old man was trembling with fear, burying his head, and covering his head with the broken clothes, so Chang Yufeng didn't know what to do...

He is now looking cold and embarrassed, and it is hard for him to have a good expression...

"I won't kill you... You don't have to be afraid..."

Chang Yufeng half-knelt with the sword across his thigh. He could see clearly now that the corpses here were all covered with coarse linen cloth, not clothes of luxury. This was not a mass grave, nor a battlefield... but a brutal massacre.

Perhaps the country was defeated, so the city was massacred.

This logic is appropriate, but it always makes people feel uncomfortable.

"You bastards... why don't you just kill me with one knife..." The old man seemed to have hardened his heart and stopped running. This allowed Chang Yufeng to see his leg bones that had long disappeared...

It's really pitiful. No wonder the old man was crawling in the blood and mud. I thought he was just too old and weak, but now I realize his condition is so tragic.

"It's pitiful that our king was forced to death by you! It's pitiful that we are powerless and can only be slaughtered by you! If I were in hell, I would definitely curse you! You will never be able to be reborn!"

The old man's mouth was bleeding. He screamed and bit off his tongue with a cry. He didn't want to live at all...

The pair of round, cloudy eyes stared at Chang Yufeng. Chang Yufeng saw blood gushing out of his mouth. The hand was about to point at him, but after biting off his tongue, it dropped down lightly. He even snored and died...

Chang Yufeng fell backwards in fear. He was not afraid of corpses, because when a person dies, he will naturally become a corpse. He also felt that he had understood some truths of life. It was a good story of a young man knowing his destiny.

He felt that he should know something about life, and understood the truth within truth, life within life, and enlightenment within enlightenment, but he was frightened back by the old man's eyes.

He fell into the bloody mud, and the sword also fell down and hit the bloody mud.

"died……"

Chang Yufeng didn't know that this old man was so stubborn. If he was regarded as a soldier who massacred the city, then committing suicide might be more comfortable than dying under the enemy's sword...

How could he make the dead feel better...

It was somewhat uncomfortable for him to breathe out through his nose as his nose was blocked. He couldn't close his mouth either, so he could only open his mouth slightly and face the blood and energy in the mist, which made him uneasy.

He stood up and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't know if it was the blood mist that condensed, but blood flowed down his face. The blood mist was clear and not sticky, similar to rain. It was really raining here.

The rain was drizzling, and Chang Yufeng could only go and ask in the red mist, is there anyone there?
Asking if there was anyone in the city that had just been massacred was a terrifying sight, so he could only walk on silently without saying anything.

He could only vaguely remember walking towards the south, but he couldn't find where the south was. He could only walk slowly in the direction of the blood flow.

Blood, like water, should flow downwards. Chang Yufeng walked faster. The blood rained continuously, but it really looked like mountains that could never be walked away... No two corpses were the same. They were all faces that had never been seen before, and they were all souls killed by swords.

They all look different, but most of them have one thing in common: adults all have long white hair, which is stained with red blood, and it’s hard to tell what color it is…

Chang Yufeng started to care about his hair. He saw his own long white hair. He came here for no reason, but he found that this matter was definitely not that simple.

As the hair turns white, the heart trembles.

Chang Yufeng's expression became more and more solemn, his white hair and blood increased, and the road became longer and longer, stretching endlessly, stretching for thousands of miles!

The corpses, the bloody mud, and the bloody rain along the way frightened Chang Yufeng, and he also understood something. He walked slower and slower, and the road became darker and darker. The further he walked, the heavier his soul became.

So heavy that I couldn't breathe.

His mouth and nose were tightly closed, and he could hardly breathe.

He didn't dare to believe it, and naturally didn't dare to understand or confirm it. He could only walk, and walked in a daze.

"Poor...our king..."

His voice lingered among the corpses. "Nine Heavens of Hell... Eternal damnation..."

The old man's words came out of Chang Yufeng's mouth. He was so drowsy that he could only call out to him in his heart.

But...where is there a hell above the nine heavens in this world...where is there a great wish that the dead can never be resurrected...?
"You really shouldn't have returned this divine power..."

A figure slowly appeared in front of Chang Yufeng. It was a little girl with clear white hair and bright and clear eyes, which were completely different from the red on the ground.

Chang Yufeng, and only Chang Yufeng, saw the man standing beside him, standing quietly, or standing there blankly.

"Are you sure you want to reincarnate? If so... you will be separated from the godhead... there will be no chance of turning back..."

The girl's voice was pleasant to hear, yet frighteningly cold. It was filled with pity, but also with a hint of gloom that made the face suddenly look gloomy.

"I have no idea……"

Chang Yufeng was a little surprised at his own voice. It was as if it was just his own voice that was shouted out. He really didn't know.

But he answered subconsciously without asking who the visitor was, because it was no longer that important.

The stone lingering in his heart hit him hard, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Oh... have you finally come to this memory..."

The girl sighed.

She stared at Chang Yufeng and sighed: "My name is Xiao Zong Wang... I'm glad you're back... Tianyu Renxin Wang."

"Little Prince..."

"Yes……"

The young prince nodded.

"The reason why gods are gods is that they are promised by heaven and earth. If you really want to give up on becoming a god, then you will definitely be punished by heaven and earth..."

"What is the retribution from heaven and earth?"

"The end of life." The young prince looked at Chang Yufeng calmly, and Chang Yufeng could only look at him quietly.

He had never seen the young prince, but he could see the sadness in his eyes.

"The end of life... is... the retribution of heaven and earth..."

Chang Yufeng felt that the retribution from the gods was really funny. Everyone would die, and everyone would have countless retributions, but the retribution from the gods could only be the end of life.

"Yes... The end of life is the retribution of the gods... If you want to give up, you must accept the constraints of life... and... aging..."

The young prince was only two steps away from Chang Yufeng. She tried to pull Chang Yufeng's hand, but found that her own hand was not raised, while the young prince's hand was really raised. Chang Yufeng then realized that although the young prince could see her, the hand he was pulling was not her, but the former, true King of Tianyu's benevolent heart.

He wanted to see whether the real King of Tianyu Benevolence looked like him, but found that he could not move.

As heaven and earth have promised, there is no escape from aging and the sorrow of life.

The young prince placed the hand of the King of Tianyu Renxin on his face and rubbed it slowly twice like a cat.

"If you really want to leave... I can only help you..."

The young prince sobbed and cried: "But... in this world, we can no longer see you... What is the date today? When will we meet again..."

The little prince's eyes were filled with tears. He took his hand away from her face, gently placed it on her head, and rubbed her hair.

Her hair was neat and a little messy.

"[Is he here?]"

That day, the voice of King Yu Renxin reached Chang Yufeng's ears. Chang Yufeng was a little surprised. He looked at the young prince who raised his head and saw that the young prince was staring at him intently.

The prince of the small clan can see him and also see the former king.

The young prince nodded and said softly: "He is here...you need to talk to him...I will tell him."

"【No need...let him take care of himself...】"

The voice of King Tianyu Renxin rang in Chang Yufeng's ears, and the red blood was flowing slowly. The rain had not stopped yet, and the little prince and his body were both extremely eye-catching red, so red that it was hard to escape the blood color.

But it was blood.

"【I am a spirit now, so you should make the arrangements for me...】" Tianyu Kind-hearted King smiled softly: "【If they want to find me... let them look for me for a while... don't let them find me easily... understand?"

"Why? Even if we are reincarnated, we should meet as soon as possible!" The young prince no longer looked at Chang Yufeng, but seemed to be staring at Chang Yufeng. It turned out that Chang Yufeng's height was not as tall as Tianyu King of Benevolence, so the young prince's sight was naturally not on Chang Yufeng.

The gods are all over two meters tall, but Chang Yufeng is only about 1.8 meters tall, like a child in front of the King of Kindness, Tianyu.

"[You can't think like that... They will definitely want revenge... Then... There will be another massacre of people...]"

"They are your people..."

"[They are my people... I failed to protect them... I feel sorry for them...]"

"Those gods deserve to die..."

The young prince gritted his teeth in anger and his face puffed up.

"[It's me... I'm too incompetent...]"

He shook his head.

I can only sigh softly.

Gods cannot be killed... but men can...

If God wants to protect everyone...how can he do that...

After all, you can only live half and die half.

How can we make God and people agree on who lives and who dies?

If I can't decide, then what does it have to do with God's protection...

God, naturally, should be...useless...

The point here is that if people naturally compete for interests, then God will be fair and decide who lives and who dies, and it still depends on the protection of human interests, which has nothing to do with third parties like God...

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